"Fufufufufufu..." His breath came in ragged gasps as he tore through the dense forest, terror etched across his face. Every rustle of leaves amplified his panic as he pushed his body to its limits, desperation lending wings to his feet. But exhaustion soon overtook him, and he collapsed, unable to rise as fear paralyzed his limbs.

The forest seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy, its very presence a harbinger of doom. With each passing moment, the footsteps drawing nearer sent shivers down his spine, his frantic prayers to various gods falling on deaf ears.

"No... I can't die... not again!" His voice cracked with hysteria as he bit into his own lip, the metallic tang of blood adding to the surreal nightmare unfolding around him. The unknown entity loomed closer, its ominous presence casting a shadow over his shattered resolve. His voice echoed throughout the forest, a haunting testament to his unending torment and the unseen forces at play.

Suddenly, he jolted awake, his surroundings shifting to reveal a dimly lit dungeon. Before him stood a fearsome minotaur, brandishing a colossal axe with deadly intent. In a split second, the blade cleaved through him, rending his existence in twain.

Again and again, he found himself trapped in a cycle of death, each demise more gruesome than the last. Yet amidst the chaos, a distant sound pierced through his consciousness, echoing with relentless insistence.

"Drax... Drax... Drax... Drax!!!!!!"

As he blinked open his eyes, he found himself in a world unfamiliar yet strangely comforting. Memories danced at the edge of his consciousness, fragments of a past life shrouded in mystery. "Hmm, what weird memories," he mused, his gaze wandering to the figures hovering over him.

A middle-aged man, presumably his father, peered down at him with a curious expression. "Why is the newborn not crying?" he pondered aloud, his concern palpable in the air. Beside him, a woman who exuded warmth and tenderness, likely his mother, offered a reassuring explanation. "The children born these days seem unfazed by external stimuli," she observed, her voice tinged with a mixture of awe and curiosity. "They display strength even from the moment of birth."

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The baby, still processing his newfound surroundings, couldn't help but marvel at the unfolding scene. "Hmm, is this also one of Chronos' doings?" he wondered silently, a flicker of anticipation lighting up his eyes. "Well, I suppose this adventure will be interesting," he concluded with a smile, embracing the uncertainty of the journey ahead.

Meanwhile, the father, catching sight of the baby's smile, couldn't contain his delight. "Look, the baby is smiling instead of crying," he exclaimed, his voice tinged with joy and wonder.

Unbeknownst to the others, the baby inwardly cursed his oversight. "Oh, shit, I forgot to cry," he realized belatedly, his thoughts drowned out by the sudden eruption of tears and wails.

Nevertheless, the arrival of the new baby brought boundless joy to the family, marking the beginning of a new chapter filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.

Five years later...

"My name is Drax, and I hail from the Lynx Village. And you might be wondering, who the hell is Drax? Well, I'm still your guy, but not Asura or Silent. Currently, I'm just a puny No. 129 on the list. So, to everybody watching me right now, whether gods, entities from different dimensions, or readers beyond the realm of imagination, don't fret, for my journey is going to be boring and exciting at the same time."

As he uttered these words, a ball suddenly struck his cheek, accompanied by a voice shouting, "Drax, why are you standing there instead of defending the ball? You're muttering to yourself! Do you want us to lose?" Drax retorted confidently, "Don't worry, no one gets to the post without passing through me."

Lost in thought once more, he chuckled to himself, "Yeah, it's what you think. We're playing football! Playing football in a fantasy world is already enough to let you know there are reincarnators!!" Raon, nearby, responded, "Big talk."

After the match, Raon criticized Drax for letting the opponents score easily. "Even after talking big, you still let them score so easily. I'll never choose you again," Raon lamented. Drax, indifferent, replied, "Cry all you want. It's not like I give a damn about who wins or loses." Raon threatened, "Just wait for my father to come back from the army. I'll make sure he gives you a beating." Drax smirked, "I guess you forgot it's not only your father in the army."

"Hmm, I won't play with you anymore," Raon declared. Drax shrugged and continued on his way home.

Drax's mom noticed his change in behavior. "You aren't playing with your friends anymore?" she asked. Drax explained, "It's time for me to train, Mom. At 15 years, I'm going to the army, so I have to be very strong." Accepting his decision, his mom nodded in agreement.

Drax fetched his wooden axe, crafted from a stick, and headed outside to train. After completing his swings, he exclaimed, "Yes, today's quota has been met. 200 swings. The number of swings I have to do in this life is a billion. It's stressful to behave like a kid when I'm not."