Aizek leaned back in his worn-out gaming chair, the fake leather peeling at the edges, revealing the foam underneath. His unkempt black hair stuck to his forehead, damp with sweat from hours of gaming. His dark brown eyes, half-lidded from exhaustion, burned with frustration as he stared at the bright, mocking DEFEAT screen flashing in front of him.

His room was a disaster—a true testament to his lifestyle. Empty soda cans stood stacked like a makeshift tower beside his monitor. Crumpled bags of chips and instant noodles littered his desk, their artificial scent mingling with the faint odor of unwashed laundry. The only light came from his monitor and the dull glow of his PC tower, pulsing with soft blue LED lights.

His headset pressed against his ears, amplifying the voices of his so-called teammates. Their shouts were filled with anger, blame, and resignation.

“Report that Yuumi! No heals, no shields, no nothing!” Aizek snarled, his fingers flying across the keyboard, typing out insults in chat faster than he could process them.

His rank had plummeted to an all-time low. Nine losses in a row. Nine. His left eye twitched. His right hand, gripping the mouse, trembled with barely contained rage.

“This is bullshit,” he muttered, voice hoarse from shouting. “Why do I always get the trash teammates?”

He reached for a half-empty can of soda, gulping down the lukewarm liquid. The carbonation burned slightly as it went down, but it did nothing to cool his anger. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of caffeine, salt, and pure, unfiltered frustration.

Then it happened.

A sharp, stabbing pain shot through his chest, like an invisible hand had just reached inside and clenched his heart in a vice grip. His breath hitched. The pain spread, burning and tightening, suffocating him.

His vision blurred. The sounds in his headset became distant, distorted, like he was submerged underwater. His fingers went slack, his grip on the mouse failing. His body convulsed, his chair tipping back as he tumbled onto the floor.

As he lay there, gasping, his final thought was not about his wasted life, nor about regrets.

It was pure, unfiltered hatred.

“Fuck that Yuumi player… May his whole family die from cancer.”

Then—darkness.

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Consciousness returned, but something was wrong.

Aizek found himself floating—weightless, untethered, his body lost in an endless void of white. The space around him stretched infinitely in all directions, no up, no down, just a vast, empty expanse.

He couldn’t feel his limbs. He couldn’t even tell if he had a body anymore. But he was aware. He could think, process, and most importantly—question.

‘Where… am I?’

His memories flooded back—the game, the heart attack, his fall.

‘So I did die…’

But why was he still conscious? Wasn’t death supposed to be the end? Had he been sent to heaven? Hell? Or was this—

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‘Oh, hell no… is this one of those cliché reincarnation scenarios?’

Before he could delve deeper into his existential crisis, a voice rang out, smooth yet teasing, laced with amusement.

“I mean, I could just send you straight to hell for a thousand years. That’d be much easier.”

Aizek would have flinched if he still had a body. Instead, his thoughts stuttered.

‘Wait. What?’

“I—No! That’s not what I meant!” he mentally blurted out.

The voice chuckled. It was deep, yet carried an undeniable sense of playfulness, like someone suppressing laughter.

“Relax, kid. I’m just messing with you. But since you’re here, let’s get to the main event.” The voice paused, as if for dramatic effect. “What do you want in your next life?”

Aizek didn’t hesitate.

“I want to laze around. I don’t want to do anything.”

Silence.

Then, a burst of uncontrollable laughter erupted through the void, shaking the very fabric of whatever realm they were in. The deity’s laughter was loud, unrestrained, as if Aizek had just told the funniest joke in the universe.

“You’re something else, kid,” the voice wheezed, still laughing. “Most people ask for power, a system, immortality… hell, even a harem. And here you are, wishing for laziness. What a legend.”

Aizek frowned—or at least, he felt like he did. “Wait… you’re just gonna grant my wish? Just like that?”

Another chuckle, this time softer. “Well… let’s just say I owe you one.”

Aizek narrowed his thoughts. “What do you mean by that?”

The voice hesitated for the first time. Then, almost sheepishly—

“You see… I was that Yuumi player.”

Silence.

Then—

“…Excuse me?”

The voice cleared its throat. “Yeah, uh… my bad. I was just trying out the game, you know? Didn’t think I’d… uh… kill you.”

Aizek’s rage reignited like an inferno.

“YOU MOTHERFU—”

Before he could finish, the void beneath him cracked, splitting open into a swirling vortex of light. A force yanked him downward, pulling him into the unknown.

The last thing he heard was the deity’s laughter, full of amusement and mischief.

“May you live another lazy life. But this time—you gotta earn it.”

A pause. Then, almost as an afterthought—

“GGEZ, kid.”

And then, Aizek fell.

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I was falling.

Not just my body—everything. My entire existence felt like it was unraveling, spiraling into an endless abyss. There was no ground, no sky, no walls to grasp. Just pure, consuming descent. My consciousness stretched thin, pulled in every direction at once, like I was being rewritten on a level beyond human comprehension.

I wanted to scream, to panic, but I had no mouth. No voice. No body.

Just falling.

Then—suddenly, it stopped.

Like a rubber band snapping back into place, everything compressed. The infinite nothingness collapsed around me, shrinking until I was… confined. I wasn’t falling anymore. I was inside something.

And then, for the first time since I died—I could feel.

A dull warmth surrounded me, gentle, safe. I could hear something. A rhythmic, muffled thump-thump… thump-thump… A steady pulse, soothing and familiar in a way I couldn’t explain.

And then—

"I can’t wait to see our baby."

My entire being froze.

‘The fuck?’

The voice was distant but clear. A woman’s voice, soft, filled with warmth and excitement. But the moment I registered it, a wave of emotions crashed into me.

Happiness. Excitement. Nervousness. Love.

But none of it was mine.

It was someone else’s—no, hers.

My mind reeled, struggling to grasp what was happening. And then, realization slammed into me like a truck.

‘Wait…’

I tried to move, but there were no limbs to move. I tried to breathe, but there was no air to take in.

‘I’m… inside someone?’

The truth settled in, slow and horrifying.

‘No way. No fucking way…’

I reached out, not physically, but with my mind, trying to make sense of my surroundings. The warmth, the muffled sounds, the thump-thump of the heartbeat surrounding me…

Then, it clicked.

‘Am I… in a womb?’

A newborn thought slithered into my mind like a nightmare I couldn’t wake from.

‘I’m a baby. An unborn kid of someone?!’

Another rush of emotions surged through me—joy, anticipation, a hint of anxiety. But it still wasn’t mine. It was hers.

The woman carrying me. My supposed mother.

The realization hit like a sledgehammer.

‘Oh, you have got to be shitting me…’

And then.

"Three more months, darling, and our little angel will be born."

I felt my entire existence jolt at those words.

‘Wait… three more months?’

Panic set in like a creeping disease, my thoughts spiraling out of control.

‘That means I’ve already been here for six months?! I’ve been a damn fetus for half a year and didn’t even realize it?!’

The sheer absurdity of it all hit me like a truck. I wasn’t just reincarnated. I was being reborn. From the absolute beginning.

As a baby.

Again.

‘Oh, hell no—’

I tried to move, and to my surprise, I could. My tiny limbs stretched, my underdeveloped body instinctively responding to my frustration. A strange sense of existence finally settled in—I wasn’t just some floating consciousness anymore. I had a body, small and weak as it was.

Then—

"Oh! I can feel it! Our angel is excited!"

‘…Shit.’

"Come on now, don’t kick too hard."

I froze.

The realization that my supposed parents could feel my movements made me want to curl up—if I wasn’t already curled up inside this womb, that is.

I just kicked.

Like some clueless baby reacting to its parents' voices.

The horror was immeasurable.

I wasn’t some overpowered reincarnator starting life with a full-grown body. I wasn’t waking up as a noble’s heir with a cheat system. No, I was starting from scratch.

As a literal. Freaking. Baby.

‘Goddamn it…’

There was nothing I could do now. No protests, no refusals. In three months, I would be born, completely helpless, unable to do anything but cry and shit myself.

With a heavy, defeated sigh—well, thought—I gave up.

‘Fine. I’ll wait.’