…Where am I?
The ceiling above me was unfamiliar. Smooth, pale, and far too clean. It wasn't the old, cracked ceiling I woke up to every morning.
So this wasn't my room.
Fragments of memory came back slowly. Drinking. A lot of it.
I had finished the game—the hardcore version everyone said was impossible. Players died in ridiculous ways: sudden traps, impossible terrain, deaths that felt more like punishment than challenge.
No one ever cleared it.
Except me.
I remembered a message from the developer. A short congratulations.
After that, everything went blank.
Something felt wrong with my body.
It's so heavy… like my body so weak i can't even move
I tried to move my arm.
What appeared in front of my eyes made me stop.
Small fingers. Smooth skin.
These weren't my hands.
I stared at them longer than necessary, hoping my mind was playing tricks on me. It wasn't.
…So this is happening.
I've reincarnated.
There was no point panicking. I'd already lost that option.
Footsteps approached. A door opened.
"#$%@^&%$%!!"
"#$%$%^ %# ^$^%&$!"
Voices filled the room, loud and sharp. I couldn't understand a single word.
Several figures gathered around my crib. Their clothes looked like something straight out of a fantasy setting—long fabrics, decorative patterns, expensive and impractical.
A woman stepped closer. She had long, lustrous green hair and wore a gown that suited her well. Her face, however, was tense—caught between anger and grief.
She turned toward a man with faded green hair who looked similar to her.
"#$#@%…!"
"&^%$#&^%$%$^!!!"
They were arguing. That much was obvious.
Then another presence made itself known.
A man with silver hair stood apart from them. His eyes were cold, fixed on me without warmth or hesitation.
I didn't like the way he looked at me.
He spoke.
"$@#$% %$$%^-_-"
The room went still.
"!!.. $%^%#$^&^!!"
"^%%$#^$%&^>!!"
The two who had been arguing earlier turned toward him, clearly shaken. Whatever he had said, it wasn't something they could ignore.
Based on the tension in the room—and the way his hand hovered near me—I could guess the meaning.
He wanted me dead.
I focused on my body again. The weakness. The lack of control.
…A newborn.
Where was the mother?
Dead? Missing?
Before I could think further, something strange happened.
A blue window appeared in front of my eyes.
[ Syncing… 10% ]
I stiffened.
A system?
[ Syncing… 15% ]
Before the window could change again, the silver-haired man suddenly grabbed me from the crib. His grip was rough, careless. Pain shot through my small body.
I tried to cry out.
Nothing came.
"%#%^%&^#…!"
"%$@##^%!"
The woman shouted, panic clear in her voice. She stepped forward, as if trying to stop him.
The silver-haired man responded calmly.
Too calmly.
The woman froze.
…So that's how it is.
My first day in this world, and I was already at someone else's mercy.
Reincarnated. Helpless. Surrounded by strangers.
This life wasn't going to be easy.