Kaito Hayase had always been… well, a disaster in people's eyes. Not the kind of disaster that causes sympathy, like a tragic hero. No, he was the kind of disaster that made people glare at him in the streets, mutter curses under their breath, and occasionally call the police just to be rid of him for a few hours. He smirked at the thought, lying back on the threadbare couch of his tiny apartment, scrolling through his phone.
"Ah, look at this," he muttered aloud, though nobody was around to hear him, "another post complaining about me. Typical. People love to hate me, don't they?"
Kaito's smirk widened as his eyes scanned the screen. He didn't care, not really. Most of the world was full of idiots anyway. And honestly? He wasn't that bad… at least, in his own mind. Sure, he flirted shamelessly, took what he wanted, and occasionally lied if it was convenient, but who didn't?
"Besides," he muttered, tracing a lazy finger across the screen, "if being a 'bad guy' means I get to enjoy life and look at all the cute women I want… sign me up. Honestly, some people really need to take a chill pill."
His thoughts turned cheeky, as always. God, if only they knew how many times I've been fantasizing about the women around me… not that I could ever tell them. They'd just call me a pervert. Duh, no kidding.
The apartment was small, dingy, and smelled faintly of old instant noodles. Outside, the city roared with its usual chaos—horns honking, people shouting, life trudging on without a care. Kaito lounged on the couch, lazily pulling a bag of chips toward him, his mind wandering to far more interesting topics than the world around him.
"Hmm… today feels boring," he said, crunching into a chip. "Maybe I'll spice it up. Who needs boring when you've got…" He trailed off, smirking at his own thoughts. "…imagination."
And then, of course, came the moment that would change everything.
It wasn't dramatic. No glowing lights, no ominous thunderclap. Just… Kaito, being his usual distracted self, stepping outside for a quick snack run and forgetting to look both ways.
"Eh… left, right, left, ah—shit, that car—"
He barely had time to think. The city moved faster than he did, and reality has a funny way of catching up with a man who's too busy thinking about… well, everything except survival.
The next thing he knew, he was flying through the air. Not metaphorically—literally flying, because the universe apparently had a sense of humor. Kaito flailed, arms and legs flailing in the air like a cartoon character, and yet he couldn't stop laughing.
"Ha! Hahaha! Well… this is it! Final stage! Death! I hope it's comfy!"
His laughter was, of course, punctuated with a mix of panic, cheekiness, and that ever-present inner monologue of his. Oh man, I hope there's cute women on the other side… if there's an afterlife, I'm judging it immediately based on hotness. That's, like, the first criterion.
Then, in a blur of city lights, tires, and his own chaotic thoughts, it happened.
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Kaito woke up—or rather, realized he wasn't exactly "alive" anymore. The world he had known, with its grimy apartments, loud traffic, and dull humanity, was gone. Instead, there was… nothing.
White. Endless white. Smooth. Bright. And strangely… quiet.
"What the hell? Hello? Anyone home?" Kaito's voice echoed, though it didn't quite echo—just sounded… perfect in the emptiness. He waved his hands. Nothing. Not even a floor. He was just… suspended in a void.
"Oh, wow. I died. Awesome. Not what I expected. I mean, I thought there'd be… clouds? Harps? Angels singing? Maybe a cute goddess handing me a cupcake? Nope. Just white. Fabulous."
Then, as if on cue, the space around him shimmered, and a figure appeared.
Tall. Radiant. Beautiful beyond belief. Hair flowing like liquid gold, eyes shimmering like stars, and a presence so overwhelming that Kaito's jaw actually dropped.
"Uh… hi? You're… uh… definitely real, right?" he stammered, voice cracking slightly. His inner thoughts were racing. Oh my god. She's… hot. Like, absurdly hot. Universe, what kind of cruel joke is this? I just died, and now I'm getting… this? Okay, okay, breathe. Don't panic. I mean, how do you even flirt with… a goddess?
The figure's voice was soft but powerful, echoing gently in the void. "Kaito Hayase…"
Kaito blinked. "Whoa, she knows my name. Great. Stalker goddess already. Perfect. I like where this is going."
"You have lived a life… full of misdeeds," the goddess continued, her voice calm, yet judging. "Yet, you have survived despite your nature, and your potential remains untapped. Therefore… you shall be granted a new life. A life where your capabilities may exceed any known limits."
Kaito's mind was spinning. "Wait… are you saying I get to… power up? All I need to do is… be reincarnated?"
"Yes," she said, eyes glowing. "You will be reborn in Elyssera, a world of magic. You will receive mastery over all six elements—fire, water, wind, earth, dark, and light—and your strength shall be infinite."
Kaito's thoughts immediately turned cheeky. Infinite power? Ha! Finally, a universe that gets me. Also… cute girls everywhere, huh? Man, I like this afterlife already.
"Just… one thing," the goddess said, tilting her head slightly. "Use this wisely. And hide your true power. Let it grow in secret, for the world is not ready for someone like you."
Kaito smirked, crossing his arms. "Hide my power? Pfft, easy. I've been hiding my personality for years anyway. Also… hilarious. The world's not ready for me? Challenge accepted."
With a soft chime, a warm light enveloped him. He felt his memories, thoughts, and… perverse tendencies intact, flowing freely with the new power coursing through him. He grinned.
"Okay, universe. Let's make this fun. Let's see… Elyssera, cute powerful women, infinite power… oh yeah, I like this. I like this a lot."
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The next thing Kaito—now Kaelith Voren—knew, he was a newborn.
Crying, kicking, and already aware. Yes, aware. Infinitely aware. Because Kaelith remembered everything.
"Ugh… diapers? Really? My first form in this world is… a baby? Universe, you're cruel. But… wait. Whoa. I can feel… everything. Magic. All six elements. Ohhhhhh… yes. Infinite power. And no one can even tell. This is gonna be fun."
His parents—kind, gentle, and already magical—cooed at him. "Kaelith… you're such a strong baby," his mother said.
Kaelith internally rolled his eyes. Strong baby? Please. I'm not just strong—I'm the strongest alive. But don't worry, mom and dad. Daddy's gonna hide it, play cute, and let the world underestimate him. Hilarious.
Even as a baby, his inner monologue ran rampant: Step one: survive babyhood. Step two: enjoy the scenery. Step three: check out cute women as they grow up… hmm… maybe a few centuries from now. Step four: world domination, maybe. But fun first. Always fun first.
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The white void, the goddess, the birth, the infinite power—all of it culminated in Kaelith's first laugh. Not a baby laugh, but a laugh of a man who had survived death, gained everything, and now saw a world full of opportunity, humor, and… beautiful women.
Oh yes… this is gonna be good.
Kaelith blinked—or at least, his newborn version did, though blinking was more like an automatic reflex than anything conscious. Yet, inside, the man formerly known as Kaito Hayase was very much awake, analyzing every detail of this new world.
"Diapers," he muttered with a tiny frown, as if speaking aloud would help him comprehend the horror of it. "Seriously, universe? I go through death, meet a goddess, gain infinite power… and my first form is… this? What's next, crawling through mud to pick daisies for breakfast?"
His mother, Evelis, gently stroked his tiny head, smiling. "Kaelith, my sweet child, you are already stronger than you seem. You mustn't push yourself too hard, though."
Kaelith internally groaned. Push myself? Please, mom. If I wanted to show strength, I'd have melted the walls already. But nah… step one: hide my power. Let them underestimate me. Step two: see how long it takes before the women of this world realize daddy's the ultimate prize. Step three: profit.
Even at a few hours old, he flexed his tiny fingers experimentally. A spark of fire danced briefly in his crib before fading harmlessly. Perfect. Just a little display. Nothing to show the parents. I can't have them spoiling my fun.
His father, a tall, sturdy man with earthy tones in his robes, peeked in. "Kaelith… your aura is immense, even now."
Kaelith internally rolled his eyes. Aura immense? Dad, I'm not even trying. Imagine what happens if I start playing. I'd probably burn down this house and the whole city before lunchtime. But nah… calm, Kaelith. Play cute baby for now. Step one of infinite world domination: don't draw attention.
The baby Kaelith cooed, deliberately making small noises that could be interpreted as typical infant babbling. Every flicker of fire, every spark of wind, every tiny ripple of water magic was subtly suppressed, hidden under layers of deliberate cuteness.
Look at me, universe, smiling and giggling like a baby… all the while, I have infinite power at my fingertips. Ha! The ultimate prank.
Hours passed, though for Kaelith, time had little meaning. He was aware, conscious, and already plotting. He examined his room, his parents, the magical trinkets scattered around—everything a child would see but with the mind of a man.
"Oh, look," he thought with amusement, "parents pampering me like some precious artifact. Little do they know, I could lift this whole house with a flick of my wrist… or… you know, turn it into molten lava for a little light morning exercise. Nah, let's be polite… for now."
Evelis hummed a gentle tune, carrying Kaelith to the window. Outside, Elyssera stretched, a vibrant landscape of rolling hills, floating islands, and shimmering rivers of magic-infused water. Towering spires marked schools and academies, all humming with energy. And… everywhere he looked, women walked with an aura of authority and grace.
Kaelith's inner thoughts, predictably, went wild. Ohhhhhh yes. This is my playground. Beautiful women, powerful women… and me? Baby Kaelith, secret god of all elements. Oh, this is going to be fun.
He kicked his tiny legs experimentally. A swirl of wind lifted the curtains, brushing softly against the walls. Evelis smiled at the breeze. "Careful, Kaelith. Control your magic."
Kaelith giggled inwardly. Control? Of course. Can't show them the real me yet. Patience, Kaelith. Patience… although, hmm… maybe just a little spark of fire… no, no, hold it…
Just then, the house bell rang—a minor detail, but it set off a flurry of magical sensors around the city. Even from his crib, Kaelith could feel the aura of the world. Children his age were beginning to awaken their elemental powers elsewhere. He flexed his tiny fists again, testing subtle ripples of each element: fire, water, wind, earth, dark, and light.
Ha! Impressive, universe. Everyone else is barely scratching one element, and I can juggle six, infinitely. But remember, don't let the parents know. Step one: fool them all.
Evelis laid him down on a soft mat. "Kaelith, you must rest. Your body is still fragile."
Kaelith's internal monologue was anything but restful. Fragile? Pfft. I could probably demolish this house with a sneeze if I wanted. But… strategy, Kaelith, strategy. Be patient. Play the adorable baby. Observe. Lustfully contemplate the women of this world as they grow. Step two: make them fall for me. Step three… infinite power, step four… world domination. But fun first. Fun always first.
Time passed, and Kaelith's "baby duties" continued: feeding, napping, babbling. Yet even in these mundane activities, his mind wandered endlessly. He analyzed the magical currents of the room, the subtle interplay of elemental energies, and the aura of his parents.
Hmm… mother is water, father earth. Strong base for me to grow. Good genetics. Very good. But useless compared to me. Infinitely better. Oh yes, this is going to be amusing.
At night, when the house quieted, Kaelith's tiny body glowed faintly with a hidden aura. Not enough to alert his parents, of course. Just enough for him to practice, to feel the sheer scope of his abilities. Tiny sparks of fire danced around his fingertips; whispers of wind swirled around his head; water rippled subtly in the nearby cup; earth shifted slightly under the mat; light shimmered; shadows bent.
All under control… all under control, he thought smugly. If I let this out, I'd be famous by morning. And where's the fun in that?
The cheeky thoughts never stopped. Even in sleep, Kaelith imagined scenarios: dueling every powerful woman in the world, winning with ease while they glare at him; flirting shamelessly while suppressing his overpowered magic; observing the societal chaos as he casually toys with everything.
Ah, life in Elyssera is already shaping up nicely. Gorgeous women, infinite power, a world that fears the female elite… and me? The hidden king. Perfect.
By morning, he had already formulated a personal plan:
1. Hide power. Always. Let the world underestimate Kaelith Voren.
2. Observe the women. Especially the powerful ones. Keep them entertained… or terrified.
3. Learn the world. Magic, society, politics, schools… everything.
4. Have fun. Unlimited fun. Cheeky, lustful, chaotic fun.
5. World domination. Eventually. But fun first. Always fun first.
His baby cries were, of course, part of the act. Soft, innocent sounds that hid a mind already planning centuries ahead. Evelis cooed, his father chuckled, completely unaware that the infant they adored was secretly the strongest being alive.
By now, Kaelith was testing tiny movements: a gust of wind lifted a feather gently; a droplet of water hovered in the air; a faint flame danced harmlessly on the crib's edge. Everything subtle, everything controlled. Invisible to the parents, terrifying to anyone who might stumble upon it.
Step one complete: fooled the parents. Step two: observe and learn the women of this world. Step three… oh yes, step three will be delightful.
He yawned, tiny hands stretching, while his inner monologue continued to catalog, plan, and… fantasize. After all, what was life without a little lustful curiosity? The women of this world were already gorgeous and powerful; Kaelith couldn't help but start imagining the future encounters—his survival, his dominance, his humor, his flirtation.
And they'll never see it coming.