I lay there looking up at these blinding lights. Even closing my eyes doesn’t take away the pain. But my whole body is sore. Months of brawling and doing things I'm not proud of and here I am. Last one alive. Waiting for the end.

I'm kind of expecting a director to jump out and say cut. Or at least get some explanation of what the tutorial would have been. But asking those old ground up bones of the tutorial lady won't do me any good.

I was , and then I was no more, I cant recall the exact moment. It felt like a gap in memory. Almost like being asleep. Not knowing anything.

When I came to I was screaming.

A new pain assaulted me. My bottom was burning. And I was wet and cold. What the hell. Just as things calmed down I piece together that I must have been reincarnated. How many tropes will this damn author throw at me? Haven’t I gone though enough. As if to answer my question i have a mother holding me and a midwife keeping her company but I sense no father. My eyesight is abysmal. And It feels like most things are coming from instinct.

Also now that I’m here I can confirm at least one thing. We are not all seeing the same blue. Biologically one would think that we are seeing the same colours but this new brain in this new body has a widely different colour spectrum. Everything seems so be tinted blueish green compared to what I was used to in my old body. But that won’t mean anything for anyone because now I know we are all seeing different colours. My world has been turned upside down.

Also there are no erotic urges like some books describe. Now it might be me desensitized from the months of cannibalism and basically tasting every liquid that the human body has to offer but. I have no feelings when I am fed. It just food. And why are my eyelids so heavy. I hope that..

I dream of the times before white hell. Of the people I wanted to talk to. I wonder who even won the election…

I am woken up by a crying sound. Oh that’s me. My ass is burning . I feel the footsteps vibrate and someone is coming. Some unknown language is being lobbed at me and I get changed and cleaned.

For the next few months this was the routine. I could not do anything. I barely saw anyone except my mother coming to feed me. What was she doing and how was she supporting the family. I hear people outside but I seem to be in a small room in a wooden cot. Maybe an attic or a basement.

This world has no system. At least not one that is activated by some phrase in your mind. And trust me I’ve tried them all. Even the ones the cult of the system came up with in white hell. Having no interaction with people leads to me not really smiling or doing anything really. I'm bored but I just sleep to get it away. Having a regular day night cycle is not something I thought I would ever lose. And I’m glad I have it back. I feel my body slowly becoming stronger as I move around the cot and I try standing up when the person comes in. I am not ever really let out of the cot. My eyesight became better but I’m still being fed milk. I am sure babies should start having solid foods by now. But life is peaceful, and I won't question it too much.

It has been months and my pillow is dirty from sweat. It wasn’t super clean to start off with but not washing something for months sure isn’t good. I really hope I don’t get Ill. I hear immunity in babies is made stronger by breastmilk so I’m happy with that at least.

I don’t know how much time has passed by now but today I'm attempting to climb out of the cot and have a look around the room. It was a strenuous effort, but I finally manage to get out. The floor is wood. The window is too high for me to look out. The door handle is too high to reach. I take a piece small wooden piece that was in the corner and place it near the end of the door.

The idea being that the door might get jammed open an I might have a chance to take a look around outside.

So summon my mother with a cry and she comes down after a few minutes. She looks a bit rough but gives me something to eat and immediately makes her way outside not trying to waste time. But in her hurry my plan worked perfectly. The door didn't close by itself behind her.

I wait a short bit and make my way out of the cot. Time to unravel the secrets of my origin.

Am I some secret noble born in a house that no one is allowed to see. Am I illegitimate child to the king and he will come and save me. Is my mother a prisoner in a foreign land? What am I .

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

I make my way out. Ooo the answer was attack. There are stairs down. I carefully make my way down them one step at a time. I never realized stairs were this huge. But compared to my cot this is nothing. There is a window and I lean over. Just being able to peer out. We are in an old town somewhere. There isn’t much greenery. And I'm on the 4rth or 5th floor of some building. I make my way past the rooms many closed but I pear in and see an empty bed with makeup and stuff.

Then I descend another floor.

I hear strange noises coming from one door. Then I spot a lady pulling a man by his arm on the floor below. There was like a balcony inside of the building and you could see 2 floors down. The architecture looked old but intricate, and the inhabitants were not caring for the building as much as they should be it seemed slightly run down. Then I hear another strange sound behind a door, but I recognize the voice. It my Mama. Wonderful. Let's get het in the act. What could be so important that you barely care for your child for months. The door is more like a curtain style door. I crawl under it and witness some bimbo plowing my mother.

Then it clicked. This is a brothel.

And whatever time era I'm in obviously doesn’t have contraception.

Wonderful origins story. I get spotted. And I thought the worst that could happen was being locked up in my room. I mean who would have thought someone would beat up a toddler and lock the door.

That was the next few months.

At least I was getting something that resembled solid food. What looked like Chicken skin, or intestines mixed with vegetables that I didn’t recognize. My teeth were a pain.

Monotony, pain , boredom. I have no idea how I have managed to remain healthy despite these circumstances. And I was glad that at least they didn’t leave me for dead. I don’t ever want to die again. I assume I got lucky in some way having the memories of my old life. I don’t know what cause me to keep them but losing everything would be equal to true death. I am the information I hold not the vessel I inhabit. So I kept my mouth shut and waited for a change.

So I was probably close to 3 years old in this life when there finally was a change.

They got raided. Bandits or something. I heard screams and stuff. Hear something that sounded like a battle outside. And then silence. During which I remained quiet as a mouse. After what seemed like ages and my hunger getting to me I decided to cry. Hoping for some food. She wasn’t coming.

Maybe she was just taking long again this time.

2 days have passed my throat was hoarse from all the crying. I was going to die of starvation again. And I knew exactly what that entailed. I didn’t want it again. I want to live. I don’t want to lose it all again. Yes, this life was horrible but at least I was getting food up until now.

Then I heard a rustling. There was a glimmer of hope in me. So, I cried louder. Those were some heavy footsteps approaching. My savior was probably a warrior wearing armour to come and see what happened with the village. I'm so excited. Maybe this life will turn around maybe I'll survive just yet.

CRAHSHSAHSH

The wooden door was in splinters, and I was shocked. It was like an explosion. There were wood chips everywhere in the room and then it dawned on me. That’s not a warrior. In the door there stood the biggest bear I have ever seen. You know that movie brave. The evil bear. Now imagine that with slightly better skincare. I was fucked. I started laughing in delirium. What deity did I piss off. What author would make me suffer like this. I know suffering builds character, but it doesn’t help if there is no character to build.

I watched the giant beast bring its mouth towards me. Just make it swift I thought then I felt the teeth make contact with my onesie. Then it lifted me up. And carrier me out.

Huh?

I don’t know where we were going but I was being carried like a baby kitten. Taken somewhere. I was spinning in circles outside of my control as I was hanging on my clothing but I saw carnage had befallen this place. The dead lined the floors and the streets. As we got outside it dawned on me that this was a very small village. It might have been just a mansion of some noble made into a brothel and village that got attacked. Maybe 10 minutes passed and I got to a cave. Then I saw 2 cubs. She wasn’t going to feed me alive to the other bears was she? Then she placed me down between the others. She tore off my onesie and licked my ass clean. Her tongue rough like sandpaper or something. I was just shocked. Can a bear even care for a child. I could barely walk. What was to become of me. The cubs drank from her milk and I didn’t really have another choice so I did the same.

Now this was quite the development.

The cubs started teething and mom went to get us meat. It had been a month now and I tried to take shits in the corner. They opened their eyes at some point and I was no longer so lonely. They were my new siblings now I guess. Wrestling with them was fun. But they were getting rapidly stronger. And the only thing I was eating was raw meat. The back of my mid was fearing parasites and salmonella . But I didn’t get Ill. I don’t know why not. My constitution is some sort of a miracle.

Today mother came back with new meat for us to eat. She came back into the cave and I realised that she was carrying a human woman. I guess that’s to be expected that bears might eat people in this world. But I was hoping I could forever swear off cannibalism. I might just sit this one out. Mother realised my lack of usual excitement and she tore off the arm of the girl and brought it to me.

Well it wont be a first I guess, and I don’t really want to disappoint mother because she seemed to be proud of the meal. Fuck. Ill just have to avoid brains again to not get lysosomes. At least with me eating all the raw meat it seemed better than I remembered.