You know, I've always questioned the point of life.

Why are we alive? Is there a reason for it?

I've always asked myself that same exact question.

I just couldn't ever find a satisfying answer to it.

Again - Chapter 1

And now.. I suppose I'm dead.

It's really dark, isn't it? I mean, I expected the afterlife to be white, or something, like heaven.

Oh?

There's a light, though, right in front of me.. and I'm slowly getting closer, somehow.

Oh.. oh! This blinding beam! Is that you, god?

Ow, ow! What's going on?

I slowly open my eyes and see a giant man right in front of me, holding me.

What the-

I look all around me, realizing that this isn't the afterlife.

It seems like I'm just in a normal room, but everything's unusually large..

The man holding me is saying something with an overly happy expression, probably to someone behind me, but I can't understand anything.

Seriously, what is going on?

I get handed over to the person behind me, a lady. She's sweating pretty badly.. and she's as huge as the man, excluding her extraordinary medium-sized chest.

Hold on.. I come out of a dark place with a light at the end.. a large man is holding me, everything in the room is huge, I get handed over to a sweating woman..

Am I a baby?!

The lady raises me up to her lips and kisses me on the forehead.

Ah.. such soft lip- no, no, hold on, this is seriously not normal.

She hands me back to the man, who says something to me and puts me down in a seperate bed.

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I'm really confused. I died, but I'm still alive as a baby, with my memories still here.

Realistic thought - This is some kind of dream that my brain is making up right as I'm dying.

What I want to be happening - I got reincarnated! Ideally, in another world! 

I look around the room once more, this time, more carefully.

No signs of modern technology..

I look back towards the man and the lady.

What the hell are those two doing..

They appear to be quite happy about my birth.. so much so that they're getting awfully close to non-family friendly behavior.

I'd rather keep looking, but if my theory's right, these two are my parents, and I really do not want to see them going at it.

That said.. I don't really have anything else to do..

One year has passed.

I'm sort of able to walk now, though it's more like crawling than that.

After about a year, I mostly understand human speech now, it's weird that I wasn't able to when I was born, since I still have my memories and all.

It could just be my mind interpreting it as English when in reality it's another language, but I'd rather not scratch my brain thinking about that.

Fortunately, my name isn't in some alien language that I've never heard of.

My "new" name is Ken, and if I'm not wrong, my last name is Lenhit.

My father's name is Wenner. He's quite an extroverted fellow, but not exactly the annoying type of extrovert. He is pretty decent looking, actually. Brown hair, good facial features and an amazing body. His muscles are well-defined, not way too much, but more like in the middle. It's pretty much what I've always wanted in my past life.

My mother's name is Melyn. She's an affectionate mother, way too affectionate, honestly. I've probably received more love from her than I have received in the entirety of my past life. She's not really the loud, energetic type, though. There's always this.. elegant, soft aura around her. On top of that, she's incredibly beautiful. It might just be that I'm her son, but the only word I can describe her with is "stunning". Long, smooth black hair, amazing face, especially when smiling, and I'd rather not describe her body proportions..

They're both probably in their.. late 20s maybe, I'm not so sure.

Anyway, considering all of this, I'm surely going to grow up to be a ladies man, right?

Well, I hope so.

Two years have passed.

I can properly walk and speak now.

Mom and Dad were quite surprised that I was such a fast learner, little do they know..

..

I wonder what they'd think if they found out that I was a twenty-one year old in reality?

Well, whatever.

Dad's been slowly teaching me how to read and write, for some reason.

I mean, sure, I am indeed a fast learner, but teaching a three year old how to write would be a bit too much to ask for, wouldn't it?

Though I say that, I haven't really had too much difficulty learning.

Since Mom noticed that, she's been teaching me bit by bit about magic.

That's right, magic!

Right after Mom first talked to me about it, it's been living in my head rent-free.

She's explained most of how it works to me already.

It's the classic elemental magic stuff.

There's only four types of magic - Water, Fire, Air and Earth magic.

However, you can combine all of these in different ways to make "sub-elements" or just stronger variants of one of the elements, for example: Fire and Air combined form Explosion magic; Water and Earth form Ice magic; Fire and Air form Greater Fire, or Flame magic, etc.

Almost everyone can use a tiny bit of beginner magic, but there are 6 other "levels". Apprentice, Intermediate, Advanced, Master, King and God levels are the rest. There might be quite a few, but the power difference between them is apparently pretty huge.

It's interesting and all, but even beginner magic can be really difficult to master depending on your genetics. I dont think it'll be too hard for me, though, since Mom has an affinity for Advanced level magic, and Dad can do a bit of Intermediate.

It'll take a while till my body fully develops for all of that, but I can be patient.

It's better not to rush.

Again - Chapter 1