Chapter 2 – An Infant's Cry
The night was calm. A small village lay tucked at the edge of a vast forest, where wooden homes leaned against one another as though sharing warmth against the cold. No divine light, no celestial grandeur—only flickering lanterns and the smell of damp earth after rain.
Inside a modest home, a woman's labored cries filled the air. Her husband knelt beside her, panic in his voice, sweat pouring down his brow. The midwife worked quickly, barking sharp instructions as the storm of birth raged within the walls.
And then—
A cry split the night.
It was shrill, human, fragile. Yet to those with ears beyond mortal comprehension, it was the echo of worlds shattering and being reborn.
The child's tiny body squirmed in the midwife's arms, lungs filled with air for the first time. His hair, impossibly pale, shone white beneath the lantern light. And when his eyes opened, they burned with a deep crimson glow—an otherworldly fire that lingered for a heartbeat too long before softening into the gaze of a newborn.
To the mortals present, it was only strange beauty, a quirk of birth. But to the heavens, it was a sign that could not be mistaken.
The woman wept with joy, clutching her newborn close.
"A boy," the midwife whispered, exhausted but smiling. "Healthy, strong. Congratulations."
The father choked back tears, gently touching his son's small hand. "We'll name him… Fay. Fay Lorian."
And so, the God of Gods, once Nirvana, was reborn into the world as Fay Lorian, son of a woodcutter and his wife.
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Though wrapped in a mortal shell, Fay's awareness had not faded. Within his infant heart echoed the weight of eternity. He remembered the throne, the divine council, the endless years of rulership. And now, he lay swaddled in rough cloth, unable even to lift his head.
So this… is weakness, he thought, his consciousness sharper than his tiny body suggested. How strange… to breathe, to ache, to depend on another's warmth. How fragile… and yet, how alive.
When his mother rocked him to sleep, her heartbeat resounded louder than the chorus of stars he once commanded. When his father whispered promises of protection, Fay felt a warmth stronger than worship.
He, who had crushed chaos with a glance, now struggled against the clumsy weight of his own limbs. He, who had commanded the heavens, now cried when hungry. Yet in these small humiliations, he found a quiet joy.
But the world had not forgotten him.
Beyond mortal sight, the heavens shifted uneasily. Some gods felt the faint stirring of an impossible presence—a resonance that should not exist among men. They whispered in suspicion, though none could locate him. After all, who would believe the strongest god now lay in the cradle of a poor commoner?
Meanwhile, in his tiny room of timber and clay, Fay's crimson eyes flickered faintly in the dark as he drifted to sleep. Power beyond comprehension pulsed softly, restrained yet eternal.
For now, he was only a baby.
But one day, the world would remember the name Fay Lorian.
The next day, Fay woke up from his bed and quickly stood up. Checking his surroundings.
"Seems like my powers are still intact...
Though Fay felt comfort from his family, he is bound to protect them
"It been a while since I felt this kind of comfort, is this how humans communicate well"
"Fayy!"
With the screams of a women echoing on the stairs, while running towards Fay's room. Fay felt that there was someone coming, he quickly sat down as a normal baby and picked up a random object and puted it in his mouth
This is how normal babies behave... right
~Creak
As the door opened, a woman was standing by and waiting for it to fully open, with an opened smile, curvy eyelashes, and white hair, seeing her own baby on the floor, she was shocked
Looking at the bed and at the sitting Fay, made her shocked
"How... how could a baby escape the magic earie bed, and how was he able to wake up early. Aren't babies weak"
As the mother was in though, Fay was thinking of a way to escape, he saw an opened window and hurley jumped across it.
The mother suddenly opened her eyes and saw that the baby was gone
~Gasp
"Fay!"
"Where are you!!"
On top of a certain tree, white hair and eyes glowing red, a faint smile shown on the face, was Fay
"From what I've learned, this family is poor. They only have a farm and currently living in a village. My parents have no mana and no aptitude for magic nor swordsman, they only rely on farming to live"
Anyways I have to grow up quickly, because as a baby I will not do anything but behave as a baby, for like five years. I'm sure my parents are worried so I must return.
I'm really looking forward to this life, many interesting things may occur