Who would have thought that reincarnation could be such a headache? I mean, first, you're standing in front of a literal god, and the next moment, where am I? And why is it so dark?!

After a quick observation and some monologue therapy, I realize that I'm in a womb. And let me tell you, it's nothing like what you've been taught. There's no floating through space or serene slime pools. It's sticky, slimy, and cramped. If my nose were fully formed, it would probably stink as well.

The more I think about it, the more I question my decision. I can't even kick yet, which means I might have to endure nine long months of this. But I understand now. My new mother would be giving birth to a vessel that I would later inhabit.

I don't want my new mom to worry about why her baby isn't kicking, so I promise myself that I'll be kicking like crazy. The sooner I get out of here, the more relieved I'll be.

This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

It's been two months as a fetus, and I've become a firm believer in pro-choice. It's mentally exhausting to be responsible for your mental health. All I have is my imagination, and having the mental capacity of a man in his mid-thirties doesn't make it any easier.

I can only prepare myself for the possible situations I might encounter. If there are multiple gods in this fantasy world, then I must be born with a plethora of abilities to fight against evil. I'll seek out companions, and perhaps even find a true love, but not in great numbers. After all, I live in the twenty-first century, and I believe in genuine loyalty.

Then there's my family, my parents. According to the god, they will love me unconditionally. I'm curious to know how they look. My mother must be stunning, and my father must be incredibly handsome. They must be deeply in love. I hope I won't find myself in a situation where I have to choose between two people.

Finally, I'm able to kick! And let me tell you, I'm kicking with all my might. You might think I'm trying to hurt my mother, but you're mistaken. I'm training in the womb, you see. I'm promoting healthy bone and joint development by kicking and moving around. I'm determined to come out of here doing splits!