Part One Powerless Princeling
THE MONTH OF SIA DAY 1, YEAR 1 OF THE FIRST IMPERIAL CALENDAR
The Hero angrily pointed at Elector and accused, “You have brought suffering and death. Your men raped, enslaved, and slaughtered. You are nothing but a blight and a demon; your men are Bandits and thugs. Today, Justice has come for you. Sia will punish you in the afterlife.”
Elector responded mockingly, “My people have been enslaved, raped, and slaughtered in the past. Did you not do the same to the town of Ariel and Lucra.”
The accusation stumped the Hero: “That was unsanctioned, and I stopped it quickly.” He said hastily, “Besides, that only happened because those towns cooperated with your acts of evil.”
“Yes, and I'm sure those babies were guilty of many sins, being only newborns.” Elector responded, “I only did all those things to protect my people from the same fate I have no responsibility to your people only to mine I’m the patriarch of dire and not the patriarch of the whole world but soon I will be. Hero of light for today, I, the Demon King, have come to take your life!”
Chapter One: Death and Rebirth
THE MONTH OF NOEL DAY 15 YEAR 675 OF THE SECOND HOLY CALENDAR
Oliver impatiently checked the watch on his phone yet again for quickly the fifth time in the past 5 minutes, but there was a reason he was so impatient. It was currently 8:29 pm. he was technically scheduled to be off 30 minutes ago from his job. Still, unfortunately, the management asked him to stay an extra 30 minutes, which, according to company policy, he was required to accept. He'd already been there 8 hours, eight and a half counting an unpaid break, and he only wanted to go home.
The moment he checked his watch again, it finally hit 8:30, so he quickly walked to the time clock. He was technically supposed to report to the management before leaving, but they would ask him to stay even longer. If anyone asked why he didn't report to the management, he would say they just didn't hear because they were on their phones. It wouldn't have been the first time.
After clocking out, he quickly shoved his earbuds in and heard the robotic female voice telling him he was connected to his phone. He did this so that no one would talk to him and the management would know that he'd already clocked out without him having to say anything. He opened his bank account information and decided he didn't have the money to go anywhere, so he headed straight home. “Seriously, College costs too much money, even with scholarships.” Sighing, he thought to himself, capitalism at its finest.
Coming up to a street Crossing, he was forced to stop by the Light. His town was no major city, so he wondered why these things even existed. A group of girls was on the left side, and on the right side was the street corner. The group of girls was the classic example of living the Teenage life he was not. A socially awkward person like Oliver naturally moved to the furthest end of the street corner. Their conversation was loud and obnoxious, and he barely understood it as being a part of the same language, so just as he was about to take out his phone and put on music for real. That was when he heard a Loud noise and screech, And the last thing Oliver saw was a pair of headlights beaming toward him.
“Ow, the pain, dam, it hurts, or does it? What the heck is going on.” Oliver tried to Blink but failed to next; he tried to understand what was going on but also failed to. Oliver's eyes didn't work correctly, and all around him was gray. Oliver knew he'd been hit by a car or truck or something, but he didn't feel any pain; he couldn't see either nor mainly move his body. He tried to call out words, but all that came out was a strange scream. But after crying, he felt something warm wipe his face before something soft was pressed against his mouth. A strange Instinct took over, and he sucked on it. Something sweet entered his mouth, and before long, he was greedily drinking it, not realizing how hungry he was until he started drinking. Within a short time, or what felt like a short time anyway, he was full and drifted off to sleep quickly afterward.
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The process of waking, sleeping, and eating continued for quite some time until Oliver understood what had happened to him. He had been reborn as a baby, just like all of those novels he used to read on the internet. This did not especially alarm him for some peculiar reason, although he was surprised by it. It was possibly due to the simple fact that, now that he was dead, being reborn was better than what else could have happened. Oliver had been an agnostic and had no views on the afterlife, so this was better than it could have been. At the same time, it just felt natural Oliver decided to switch off his brain, as having the mind of a college student in the body of a baby wasn't strictly logical,
However, another problem came with his Newfound self-awareness of the situation: his feeding times. He was currently being breastfed, although his vision was still impaired; he presumed that multiple women were breastfeeding him. However, he didn't know why it was Impossible that his mother had died in childbirth or was unable to breastfeed him for whatever reason. This itself wasn't the problem; the problem was the fact that he was being breastfed. The shame and embarrassment that came with this was immense, made worse by the fact that even after becoming self-aware, he continued to drink whenever they put their nipples against his mouth instinctively.
After finally gaining control over his instincts, Oliver went on a self-imposed hunger strike to prevent being breastfed and the embarrassment that came with it. Oliver could hear his friends from his previous life laughing at him for being a coward or a prude. They laughed at him the same way when he turned down a job at a strip club run by his friend to work at a grocery store instead. But sucking on the breasts of women, even if it was purely for the act of feeding and he was currently in the body of a child with no sexual desire, was still a bridge that the virgin, the prude, and the coward couldn't take. So, his hunger strike began.
Initially, this caused panic among his presumed caretakers, whom he could finally see, although he still didn't understand the words they said. This is probably a natural outcome of a child who went on a hunger strike for seemingly no reason. Eventually, they devised a solution of soaking cotton strips in milk and feeding that to him, which he wanted them to do from the beginning but couldn't adequately convey to them. The fact that they didn't just start feeding him formula told him he'd reincarnated into a world with more primitive technology. However, he had begun to expect as much based on how people dressed and what little of the world he could see.
Also, on the subject of his pride and strange acts as a baby, having his diaper changed was a particularly humiliating experience whenever it happened. Also, thanks to having the mind of an adult, he never cried nor mainly made baby-like noises; this sometimes made it hard to convey messages to people, as he quickly found out. Babies generally cried when their diapers were changed or when they needed to drink milk; his inability to cry or, more accurately, his unwillingness resulted in a lack of communication skills from his early years. Eventually, he did make up a system of making a loud noise that wasn't crying to convey his need for something.
After solving the basic needs of life, Oliver quickly grew bored with his new existence. Being a baby, although being able to sleep and eat as much as he wanted, also meant he could do nothing else. Hardly being able to see or even move is not exactly ideal circumstances. In addition, Oliver was born in the 21st century, when entertainment and a variety of food were available. But lacking all that entertainment or even the ability to move resulted in boredom. These days, he was passed in a gray Haze of unconsciousness and consciousness, unaware of the time.
However, there was a break from this Haze that he presumed came daily with the visit of two individuals. It was a brown-haired young woman in her twenties. In the other was a fellow child with black hair and strange golden eyes. Such eyes were theoretically impossible, but this girl had them for some reason. The two were in the middle of such a visit, and the black-haired girl was being lifted to see into his cradle. We were engaged in the only activity we were generally involved in: staring at each other. She found it fascinating to stare at Oliver and me and stare into her golden eyes for no reason. They, indeed, weren't Hazel or Amber; they were just gold.
She reached into the cradle and poked his hand, which caused his hand to grip her finger reflexively. It was an unfortunate side effect of being a baby. The adults were probably disturbed by his general emotionlessness and, as a result, had an extreme fondness for poking me. As for the girl, she started babbling excitedly in a language Oliver didn't understand. “I'm sorry, mysterious Lady of the Golden Eyes, but this is just baby reflexes and not my actual desire.”
The brown-headed woman stroked the head of the girl with a gentle look in her eye. She was probably this girl's relative. Judging by the way she looked at me, she was probably his, too. She looked a bit too young to be our mother. When she stopped stroking the girl's head, she walked around to the other side of the cradle and poked her finger into his other hand. He reflexively grabbed her finger, and she gave him another one of her Gentle Smiles.
Sighing inwardly, he allowed their excited murmuring in a foreign language to wash over him. Oliver decided to turn back to the black-haired girl and resume staring into the mysterious golden eyes. They indeed were a beautiful pair of eyes and so strange. He wondered if its theme had a magical charm effect, although he was probably bored. Author's no. This chapter is introductory, but the buttons will be longer and more detailed from now on.