I could hear people talking excitedly above me, but I couldn't understand their words.

Was I captured? No, this doesn't sound like their language. Now that I think about it, I don't recognize any of the words they're speaking. Then where am I? And who the hell are these people?

I tried moving my arms, legs, and head, but I couldn't. It felt as if I had lost them all. My body wasn't listening to me.

I opened my eyes and saw multiple figures before me, but they were all too blurry to identify.

Despite my vision being distorted, what I saw in front of me left me wary of those around me and my own situation. I've known for a long time that I've always had somewhat of a creative mind. This moment alone put it all to shame.

Looking at my surroundings, I saw a couple of weird things—a room with no windows or amenities—two women with unique looks, such as their hair and eye colors. The one between the two who stood out the most was holding me in her arms as if I was her newborn child. She had pink hair and eyes.

I looked down and saw that my arms and legs were that of a child's. Was my brain perhaps trying to cope with my impending death, and it decided that giving me a fresh chance would help calm me down? There's no way this is too realistic.

My visions blurred just like a newborn, and I didn't have control over my body. The only issue is the realism of the world my mind sent me to. Unless this isn't some weird dream, maybe something crazier happened, and I got reincarnated.

Hahaha, who am I kidding? Reincarnation's impossible. The best-case scenario is that I'm still alive, and I'm just in a coma.

Ha, this is insane. I can't even believe that I'm contemplating that I was reincarnated into some other strange world. The Army would probably send me to some loony bin if I told them about everything I saw.

This woman I feel safe around this woman, and I'm not sure why. She just makes me feel at ease for some reason. I had a sense of peace that I hadn't felt ever since I enlisted in the war.

I presume this woman holding me that radiates an air of security is my Mother?

If the Army doesn't check me into a loony bin, I'll check myself in. I can't believe I'm calling this random woman that my mind made up my Mother when I already have one. I can't understand why I'm even contemplating whether this is real. I just have to keep looking around, and eventually, I'll just stop with this farce, or I'll wake up.

My eyes fell on the other odd woman. She had blue hair and eyes. The blue for both was as dark as Lapis. She looked short compared to the rest of the people in the room. I assume she's a maid due to her attire resembling one.

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A woman with a similar outfit was sitting on a chair in the other corner of the room. She had red hair, but she was looking down, so I couldn't see the color of her eyes.

The woman who birthed no. My temporary Mother handed me to one of the two men in the room. He didn't seem too old, probably a few years older than my new Mother, maybe in his early thirties or late twenties.

He had a giant scar on his left cheek, and I could tell he was pretty tall. I could see some specs of white hair between His Jet Black hair. He had a beard with a Viking-style haircut. I didn't feel much coming from this man, but I could tell he had been through a lot, looking at his devoid gray eyes.

After holding me for a while, the man, I presume is my Temporary Father passed me to an elderly-looking couple. Perhaps they're my Temporary grandparents.

Grandpa was a giant. He was towering over everybody standing in the room. He had a beard that appeared to be a foot long with white hair. The hair on his head also seemed white, but that didn't make him seem scary. He had a kind smile with gentle brown eyes. To be honest, he looked like what sages were depicted as in novels and shown in the movies, perhaps a bit younger.

Grandma was also tall. She was not as tall as my Father or Grandpa, but she seemed about two heads taller than the young maid. Grandma had the same gentle brown eyes as Grandpa, but she had brown hair instead of white hair. She seemed more like the strict type for some reason, but I can't put my finger on why I think that.

Hah, this is insane; I suppose I did get reincarnated. But to where? I'm not on earth. And what are the odds of a life form exactly like humans in other parts of the universe? Hell, what are the odds that I would be reincarnated with another group of humans? On top of that, with my memories, it just keeps getting more insane.

It all seems different. The clothes they wear look like what people used to wear during times of nobility, but it was still different. Also, the unique color of people's hair and eyes makes no sense to me. Well, at least I might not have to worry. They have to be rich. Having maids means having some wealth. I'm not sure, but they all have fancy jewelry on them.

Maybe it won't be so bad if this is real and I'm not just imagining this world. I mean, I hit the jackpot—a loving and wealthy family. I can also make my own money with my knowledge of modern-day things. This situation could only be better for me if they were some high nobility that only allowed sons to inherit anything. It would be amazing if I were the firstborn, especially.

Grandma handed me back to my Mother. I looked around the room again and saw my Father had a scabbard on his waist. Not only he but everyone here except my Grandpa and Mother carried some sort of weapon on them.

This almost confirms my theory. This world's technological level should be centuries behind my previous one. I could probably make some things if my family didn't have that much money. Still, since they seem to have a lot, I can hire some craftsmen later on in life and have them develop things with my knowledge.

Not only that, if this world's timeline is similar to my world, there are a lot of daily necessities that this world most likely doesn't have yet that I can make.

"Waa waa waa." I let out a shriek due to an immense stabbing pain in my head. Maybe I'm thinking way more than this body can handle. Maybe I'm finally dying for real this time.

Hah, I hope it's not that, but I guess I won't find out until I wake up and my eyes improve so I can see the details around me. I know that my mind won't be able to create many differences between humans with such detail. If it comes to that, it has to mean that I did…

The same stabbing pain came again, but this time it came much stronger. I involuntarily cried again and louder due to how much it hurt. "WAAAAAAAAAAA WAAAAAAAAAAAA WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" Moments after, I fell asleep due to the pain.