Numerous cries could be heard around the room. Various maids stood in line against a wall hearing closily to what the head butler, who stood in front of them, had to say.

"As you probably know, our great Nell family has a great tradition to create a huge secret force meant to protect their heir and do their dirty work. This secret force his called the Stygian Clan. Their people have the blood of Nell but have been tainted by unpure outside blood, for example those eastern bastards, or the arrogant elves or even those acursed demons."

The maids kept quiet, they were well trained otherwise they wouldn't have been chosen for this, they were the among the best. Above them only the maids that served the main family, but in their eyes those were more like sluts.

"The Stygian clan members are identified by a set of numbers, the first one being the nursery where they grew, in your case you will take care of nursery number nine. The second number represents the level of authority of their father as the women of the Nell family are forbidden from giving birth to kids outside their marriage."

Hearing the last part some of the maids clenched their hands behind their backs at the blunt machism performed by the Head Butler.

"Zero is the number that belongs to the Patriarch, one is to his direct family members and two is for branch families of the Nell family."

Taking a deep breath the butler continued his explanation.

"The last number regards the possible talent that this children posses taking into the acount their mothers or the experiments conducted during labor. Being zero the possible integration in the Nell family as the Head of a branch family, and six being someone with little talent meant to be disposed off before it begins to be a waste of resources."

The Head Butler then pointed at one of the maids and gestured her to follow him. Listening to his orders, the maid quietly followed him.

Pointing to a set of numbers written in a tablet that was hanging by a thread above one of the babies, the Head Butler asked.

"What can you say about this baby?"

The maid looked a the baby. He was showing signs of growing black hair and his eyes were fighting to keep themselves open. The maid fought the urge to say that this baby was the cutest and instead replied seriously to the Head Butler.

"Baby 9-1-1. Assigned to the nursery number nine, he is the son of someone directly related with the Patriarch. His added bloodline gives him a lot of potential setting him to become a great weapon for the family."

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"Correct. 9-1-1's mother was eastern girl of around 15, she was captured, raped and after birth killed by the patriarch's brother, this gives him a unsettling potential for cultivation and he might possibly have a special physique."

The maid trembled slightly and could only give her condolences to the poor girl.

"He will for now be in your care."

The maid nodded and turned to the baby.

The child seemed to strugle to stay awake she reached out her hand and carresed his hair.

"You are so cute." she wispered.

Thinking of his mother, she couldn't help but feel angry.

She had become a maid after the Patriarch, who was looking for beautifull girls to serve as maids for his son, killed her family and captured her.

Even now, she was only cooperating with the Nell family because of a slave seal that prevented her from working against her wishes. And, altought she cursed her fate she now realized that things could have turn out much worse.

Thinking of a future where she was raped by the Patriarch or his son and her child who was forced upon this world without his mother would then be thrown here after a ruthless experiment deprived of the right of having a name let alone of having a good childhood.

Thinking of such a future, she couldn't help but look at this child differently, as if he was her son.

A warm feeling spread troughout her body from his heart and she decided to let her motherly instincts take over.

She picked the child into her arms and hummed a slight melody.

"I know you are tired, my little boy. You can sleep now. Mother is here."

With those words the baby finally fell asleep.

A slight smile tugged at the corner of the maid's lips.

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Wow. Who was that lady? She just muttered some words and I fell asleep!

That's right! The baby labeled as baby number 9-1-1 was actually Alex!

After being born a second time, Alex had woken up in a new world. The starting point for him in this killing game he found himself in.

He had been in this world for around two weeks? Or maybe three? It's hard to know, after all, he couldn't count the days with his messy sleeping schedule.

Anyway, his first days on his new life had been hell. He saw women crying while tugging the clothes of men who were carrying their children. He saw babies dying to mysterious poisons and substances. He even they didn't die that way, they were thrown away like trash.

For someone that never saw more blood then a simple nose bleed those were some terrifying things.

Until, he was finally moved to this nursery.

There were various cradles positioned in various lines. Because of his new body he couldn't really see much.

For now there are two main problems.

He didn't know what the fuck was happening and his system had been placed in standby for five years.

While he couldn't do much about the second part, he could start tackling the first problem.

Gathering information was one the most important factor in every situation that required a strategy.

In order to start taking care of such factor he needed to deal with two extremely important barriers.

I can't understand anything they are saying!!!

He didn't know the language or the alphabet everyone used.