**Chapter 1: Prologue**

Everyone dreams of leaving the world heroically, facing death head-on, and shouting "PLUS ULTRAAA," but reality is a cruel mistress that yanks you back from such fantasies. The same fate befell our main character, who met a gruesome demise.

**Location:** Unknown 

**Time:** Unknown 

**POV (Chad)**

"Huh? Where am I?" 

"Fuck, I died, right?" . He tried to piece together his memories, recalling the stabbing, the pain, and then nothing.

What can I expect after being stabbed by some random mob character and left to bleed to death? 

Well, it is what it is.

 In my 30 years of life, as far as I remember, I don't consider myself a good person. But what can you expect from someone who only aspires not to die like a sheep?"

Born into an American middle-class family, Chad had learned early on that he had to stand up to society, or it would trample him. Sheep's mentality was never an option for him; it was fight or perish. But climbing the social ladder came at a price. "Chaos is a ladder," they said, and Chad had embraced chaos, using it to propel himself forward, inch by inch.

Enough of my monologue! 

Let's see where I am. 

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden sensation of movement. He felt like he was being pulled through some unseen force. Panic gripped him, and he tried to make sense of his surroundings. The darkness seemed to consume him, and he could feel a strange liquid enveloping his body. It was an unsettling feeling, like being adrift in an infinite void.

**POV (Narration)**

Meanwhile, in a room adorned with Middle Earth-style decorations, Branda Umber, the lady of the house, was in the throes of childbirth. Sweat covered her forehead, and her screams filled the room, echoing the intensity of her pain.

 The midwife, a seasoned woman with kind eyes, stood by her side, offering words of encouragement.

"It's almost over, my lady. You're doing well," the midwife said, her voice a soothing balm in the midst of Branda's agony.

The door creaked open, and Greatjon Umber, a giant of a man with a heart as vast as his stature, entered the room. His eyes were a mix of worry, anxiety, and pride as he looked at his wife, enduring the pain that came with bringing new life into the world.

Gently, the midwife placed the newborn in Branda's arms. The baby, unusually large even by Umber standards, let out a cry that filled the room. Branda looked at her child with a mixture of exhaustion and overwhelming love. "He's beautiful," she whispered, her voice filled with awe.

"What will we name him, my dear husband?" Branda asked, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips despite her fatigue.

Greatjon Umber looked at his son, his heart swelling with pride. "Alaric… Alaric Umber, son of Greatjon Umber," he declared, his voice carrying the weight of a father's love and dreams for his child's future.

**POV (Alaric)**

Amidst the darkness and confusion, Alaric, the newborn, experienced his first moments of consciousness. The world was a cacophony of sensations - the warmth of his mother's embrace, the muffled sounds of voices, and the faint glow of light seeping through closed eyelids.  

For a moment, Alaric felt an overwhelming sense of vulnerability. He was aware of his existence but lacked the means to comprehend it fully. The laughter of his father reached his ears, a booming sound that resonated within him. Questions swirled in his infant mind, forming the earliest strands of curiosity.

As his cries subsided, Alaric felt a sense of security in his mother's arms. Her heartbeat reverberated against his tiny chest, and he instinctively sought solace in that rhythmic reassurance. The name "Umber" echoed in his subconscious, a word that would come to define his identity in the years to come.

****Author Note****

Hello guys I hope you all like this chapter. Please leave your comments on this. Mc name will be changed soon I used chad as who don't want to be sigma. 

And at last Shower me with POWER STONE..

See you all in Next Chapter.