It happened just a few metres away from his apartment building. The sound of rain was rudely interrupted by someone's voice.

("A distant voice is shouting for help. No, that isn't quite right. It sounds distant but he's right in front of me. Why's he crying?")

He reaches down and feels his abdomen and notices a sticky liquid and something hard. He looks down and sees a knife lodged in him.

("Oh right.")

"Miguel! Keep talking to me! An ambulance will be here soon, just stay awake."

The man then took off his disgustingly expensive jacket and pressed it around the knife in a desperate attempt to reduce the bleeding. He then kept shouting for help but no one would show up.

("I'm gonna die, huh.")

He calmly thought to himself. He found it odd. He was on the verge of death yet he wasn't desperately clinging to life. It was oddly reassuring that the pain would end soon. Death was going to happen eventually, however, if his life could be used to save someone, he had no problems with that. As long as his big brother could live to see another day, there was nothing wrong with this.

("I feel bad thinking this, but if you can make it past our parents' death then mine isn't going to be any worse to overcome.")

He did have a few regrets but they mostly consisted of not being able to see the ending of his favourite mangas.

("If there is a heaven, it'd probably have the ending of one piece somewhere right?")

His blood had now stained over half of his white T-shirt and his consciousness was now fading rapidly. While going over his regrets, there was one that he couldn't brush away.

("Sorry Louise, I don't think we'll be able to go drinking anytime soon.")

He shed a tear at that thought and within the next moments, the man named Miguel was no longer in this world.

He didn't know whether a minute or a month had passed but he eventually woke up.

("Holy shit am I alive?")

He didn't know how but he had managed to survive. However, something was off. There was no pain in his body when he touched his abdomen. He could hear some talking here and there and assumed he was most likely in a hospital.

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This is when he realised something. His limbs felt incredibly weak. He also noticed some strange liquid was covering him.

("Is this muscle atrophy? How long has it been since I was stabbed? Plus what the hell am I covered in? Did the hospital get flooded or something")

His eyes were still closed as he was struggling to open them. He then started calling for help hoping a nurse would come by. That was when he noticed something off about his voice.

"Waahhhh"

("???")

Upon hearing this his mind ground to a halt. Within seconds he bounced hundreds of theories around in his desperate hope to figure out what was going on. Despite his mind running at maximum power, he was no closer to figuring out what happened to him than when he had heard the crying. He tried speaking hoping what had happened was just a nearby cat giving him a heart attack.

"Ugoh"

("What the hell is going on!?")

Realising something was really not adding up he tried again to open his eyes. It felt like something had put gorilla glue on his eyelids but eventually, after a few minutes of effort, he was able to open them. That's when he saw an unusual scene before him. He appeared to be wrapped in a towel of some kind while in the arms of a black-haired woman. As he took in more and more of the scenery he noticed the room they were in was massive yet had no technology in it.

He also noticed a redheaded man looking incredibly relieved at the foot of the bed the woman was on. A maid was nearby holding a stained white sheet and putting it aside in a basket. Finally, he noticed some red-headed brat poking his cheeks.

Although he found it hard to believe there was only one explanation for all this. He had been reincarnated. And judging by the room they were in, it was either in the middle of nowhere in Europe or he was in the past.

He thought that however what they said next shocked him.

"Did I look like this, Mother?"

"Yes Pyrus, and one day this little boy is going to be as big as you." She responded faintly.

They were speaking English and not the old-timey kind. He had always heard that even English a hundred years ago was quite distinct compared to the English of now. Yet there was nothing noticeable. Even as they kept speaking with each other, he could tell no distinct differences or mistakes in their English.

("Don't tell me? Is this the future!?")

That line of thinking was quickly cut short when the maid approached and started holding out her hand. The next he knew both he and the woman likely to be his mother were being showered in a green light.

"Cillia, that's enough. I'm fine now, there isn't a bit of pain left."

"Even if you don't feel any pain, my lady, that's no excuse to be stingy. Until you can leave bed, I will keep healing you."

His mind searched for answers but could only come up with one answer.

("It's magic. It's honest-to-goodness magic.") He started thinking of the possibilities and came to two:

A. This was heaven, and being in a world of magic was somehow his biggest dream which is what he was currently experiencing

B. Reincarnation was not only limited to his world but others as well.

("I didn't see any blonde goddess with big breasts tasking me to save the world when I came so I'll just assume A for now. But now that I think about why would I be a baby? Eh, I'll figure out what's going on eventually.")