The Mu Continent — in the only hospital of an inconspicuous small town.
"Mr. Frakt, according to our examination, your child is a boy. Congratulations."
The doctor in a white coat smiled as he delivered the news to the man addressed as Mr. Frakt.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Frakt's face lit up with irrepressible joy.
His heart began to race, a wave of inexplicable excitement welling up in his chest.
"Emma, did you hear that? Our child is a boy!"
He turned around and shouted excitedly to his wife lying on the hospital bed, his voice brimming with happiness.
"Mhm, Frakt, I heard."
With a blissful smile on her face, the young mother gently caressed her still-not-so-prominent belly, her eyes filled with love and anticipation.
"Our child will definitely be healthy and happy."
She spoke softly, as if making a promise to the baby growing inside her.
"Yes, Emma, our child will be the happiest."
Mr. Frakt walked to the bedside and gently held his wife's hand.
"I'll do everything I can to give him a warm home and a joyful childhood."
His voice was filled with conviction and resolve — a man's promise to his future child.
The doctor stood to the side, smiling as he watched the happy couple.
—Where... am I...?
A chaotic consciousness gradually came into focus, and the transmigrator became aware of his existence.
Curled up tightly, the transmigrator could feel himself completely immersed in liquid. A cord of flesh and blood connected him to the space around him.
—Am I... not born yet...?
He stretched out his limbs and unsurprisingly touched flesh. The transmigrator began to grasp the reality of his situation.
The fetal brain couldn't sustain prolonged thought. After this brief clarity, the transmigrator once again slipped into a state of slumber.
Who knows how much time had passed. When the transmigrator's consciousness awoke again, he could clearly feel his body had grown significantly.
—How long has it been?
He forced his eyes open, still surrounded by the warm liquid environment, and began attempting larger movements.
He could feel that his body was stronger than before. Each motion of his arms and legs stirred a ripple in the fluid.
"Ah! The baby kicked me!"
A gentle female voice rang out. In his fetal state, the transmigrator felt the space around him slightly shift.
"Did you feel that, Frakt?"
Emma excitedly spoke to Mr. Frakt, who had his ear pressed to her belly. Her face radiated the joy of impending motherhood.
"Mhm, I felt it. Our baby is quite the lively little fellow."
Mr. Frakt raised his head with a joyful smile, gently caressing his wife's belly, his eyes full of affection.
Hearing the voices of his new parents stirred a ripple in the transmigrator's heart.
Though he wasn't native to this world, the deep love and expectations from his parents still brought him warmth.
He began to try interacting with them in his own way.
He lightly kicked his legs. The movement was small, but enough to once again surprise his mother.
"See? He's moving again!"
Emma said with a bright smile, her eyes glowing with maternal love.
Mr. Frakt smiled as well. He leaned down again, pressing his ear to his wife's belly, trying to sense his son's movements more clearly.
—Father... Mother... huh...
A wave of drowsiness surged once more. Holding onto his hope for the future, the transmigrator's awareness sank into sleep again.
"Darling, shall we pick a name for the baby?"
In a haze, the transmigrator heard a soft voice.
It was his mother, Emma.
"Hmm, let me think."
Another familiar voice spoke — his father, Mr. Frakt.
"Let's name him Moros."
Mr. Frakt's voice was filled with pride and certainty.
"Moros — a gift from fate!"
Unlike the current era, people in this time only had given names, not surnames.
As his parents exchanged affectionate words, the transmigrator's consciousness gradually sharpened.
—So, my name is Moros...?
At the very moment the transmigrator received his name, a glowing orb of light suddenly appeared in his mind.
—This is it! A golden finger! I knew it — what kind of transmigrator wouldn't have a cheat skill!
Moros thought with excitement. He could feel the orb was like the core of his soul, perfectly integrated with him — inseparable.
But perhaps the orb's appearance had drained too much of his energy. Even though Moros was still thrilled, an irresistible drowsiness swept over him again, and he soon drifted into dreams.
As his awareness flickered in and out between wakefulness and sleep, time quietly slipped by.
When he could stretch his limbs and easily touch the walls of flesh around him, Moros realized — the time for his birth was near.
At that moment, Moros suddenly felt a powerful force push from behind, as if something was driving him forward.
Startled, he instinctively began to resist, but the force only grew stronger — impossible to fight.
Then came an overwhelming pressure enveloping his entire body, as if he was being squeezed out through a narrow passage.
—This is... I'm about to be born?!
Though he understood what was happening, Moros still felt nervous.
But no matter how developed a fetus may be, its anxiety couldn't withstand the force of childbirth.
Under the massive push, Moros's body was expelled from his mother.
In that instant, blinding light hit his eyes, and he instinctively shut them.
When he opened them again, he realized he had left that warm, cozy space and entered an entirely new world.
His lungs began to breathe on their own. Fresh air filled them, and his consciousness grew sharper.
Then, he let out the first cry of his new life.
"Waaaah——"
At that moment, a pair of hands lifted him up and placed him in front of a weakened woman.
"Moros! My baby!"
Emma, forcing herself upright despite her weakness, ignored the birth fluids still on the infant and gently kissed Moros's forehead.
—So this is my mother...
Moros strained to open his eyes wide, etching the image of the smiling, gentle woman before him into his memory.
Instinctively, he reached out with his tiny hand, trying to touch the beautiful woman before him.
Emma's face lit up with a blissful smile. She gently took Moros's little hand and caressed it tenderly.
In that moment, time seemed to stand still.
Outside the delivery room, Mr. Frakt burst into tears of joy upon hearing the good news.
"Welcome to this world, Moros."