[chapter 1: an unknown world]

{First of all, I don't know English, much less read it, so if there are errors in the story, I ask you to excuse me.}

Who knew reincarnation existed? Sure, you read fanfictions about it all the time, but mostly it's people trying to escape the harsh reality that the real world sucks.

Well, now I know. I'm Edawar Ramirez, a young programmer who committed suicide after dealing with too much shit in life. Yes, a suicide. But that's not the important part. Damn, did you hear me? As the protagonist of this story, I must say that life is one of the things we value. Because no matter how much the world, religions, and cultures make you believe that after this life there is a chance for a new one, it's not proven that there is anything after, that you won't just become mere fertilizer for the earth.

Well, that's what I thought. But hey, I'm in an anime world now! That's something, right? But I don't know how or which one. The first thing I saw upon arriving in this world was the sky. What the hell? You're supposed to see your mother or a doctor who gives you a slap as a welcome to the world. At least that's the beginning, but I'm not in what I think is a basket or cradle, I don't know, in the middle of nowhere since I can't even move.

Well, maybe if I start crying someone can help me. But where, who? Damn, I don't know what to do.

*Step* *Step*

I hear footsteps. Barely, my ears haven't developed, so I can't hear clearly.

"Ahuaaaa!"

I cry. I don't know how, but it just came out.

[3rd person]

A fair-skinned man of medium height. He's an older man with a bald head, deep wrinkles, a hooked nose, and pronounced cheekbones. He has red eyes, long eyebrows, a long mustache, and a white beard down to his waist secured by a purple band crossing it. He has two prominent scars crossing over his right eye. He wears a dark green yukata.

He was walking calmly through the park, but suddenly a sound. The sound of an infant crying. At first, he thought a mother and her child were in the park, but then he dismissed it because he had never seen anyone in this park, and the few who came here were acquaintances, none of whom had a baby. He went to the source of the sound only to see a small baby. Seeing that it was still crying, he gently lifted it into his arms.

"Hello, little one," he whispered softly to the baby in his arms with a smile. "Where are your parents? I don't think anyone would leave you here."

He wasn't an idiot. He knew no one would leave a baby alone in the middle of a park that no one frequented unless they intended to get rid of it.

"—Bastards, if you can't raise children, give them up for adoption, don't kill them—," he growled in his mind at this event.

If this baby hadn't been found by him, what would have happened? It would have starved to death or worse. But suddenly, he realized that the baby had stopped crying. He looked at it intently as it tried to extend its small arms toward him.

"You know something, little one? This is the park where I met my wife. When she left, I had nothing to do, but I think it's fate that we meet. Come on, let's go."

With the baby in his arms and the basket in another, he walked with the baby. As he left the park, a limousine pulled up along with a man dressed in a black suit, black tie, and white shirt, standing at about five feet seven inches. Bowing his head, the man began to speak:

"Mr. Yung, how did you find the park today? It seems you haven't been there long. Do you need anything?"

"Ha, ha, don't worry, Esteban. Rather, I want you to take me to the hospital," he said with a relaxed smile, as the now known Esteban lifted his gaze and saw the baby in his master's arms.

"Se-señor Yung, that's a baby," he stammered slightly at the sight of his master holding a baby in his arms.

"Yes, it is. It appears to have been abandoned, but the most important thing is that we need to go to a hospital. Also, get someone to come; I want them to find the bastards who left him here," he responded seriously. He hated those who were capable of hurting people. Villains were heartless, but he had seen that some never dared to kill. That was the difference between them and a monster. If someone crosses that line between villain and monster, they don't deserve a chance. That was something he couldn't consider a humane act.

"Yes, sir!"

Getting into the limousine and still holding the baby, they headed to the nearest hospital.

[Point of View of Edwar]

After crying, I don't even know how I did it, an old man saved me from dying in this life. I listened to his words as much as my ears allowed me to hear. He told me about his wife. It seems she is the reason this old man visits this park where I was apparently abandoned. He was kind and rich, yes, rich. I don't think anyone can afford a limo and a driver. He seemed to want to take me to the doctor to check my health, and I could hear that he was angry because I was abandoned. I would also be furious in my past life. My father or mother weren't very affectionate, but they were parents. They never left me without food and gave me what they could. That is more than enough. But these new people left me to rot in a park. If they had left me in an orphanage, at least I could speculate that they were very young or couldn't raise me due to their problems, but abandoning me in a park, that's low.

Well, leaving those thoughts aside. After my check-ups and other things, even knowing that if he left me in this place, I would be fine, the grandfather named Yung kept cuddling me in his arms. I don't know why, but he was warm, like hugging a pillow that had been gently ironed.

Later, a man with a dog face... what the hell? A furry? Wait, no way, that face is... wait, don't tell me that...

"Thanks for coming so quickly, my friend," the grandfather greeted him with a smile.

"No need to thank me, Mr. Yung," the dog-faced man politely replied.

"Ha, ha, just call me Yung. You know we've known each other since you were a pup, Kenji."

"Wow, well, leaving everything aside, what's the emergency? But smelling what you have in your arms, I can get an idea, wow."

"Yes, Kenji, I want you to find information about this child. Those who were in the park that Saori loved so much," he declared. The atmosphere was cold; I didn't think such a thing was possible with this old man.

"Wow, Yung, if it's what I'm thinking, that child was..." in response, he received a nod. "I'll do everything possible to find all the information and promise to find those responsible," he finished speaking with greater seriousness.

"But I'd like to know, what will you do with the baby, woof?"

"Isn't it obvious?" he smiled while looking at me with a smile, "He'll be my grandson."

"Eh…"

"Are you sure, Yung? I don't mean you can't, but I didn't think you wanted a grandson or a child after the death of Grandma Saori. You ruled out the possibility of having children, woof," Kenji spoke with astonishment.

Wait, this man has no children? But with everything I've heard, it's possible that due to Saori's death (his wife), he abandoned the idea of having children with anyone other than his now-deceased wife.

"I know it's something I would never do, but seeing this child reminded me of Saori's dream of having children. So, at the very least, I want to give myself the small pleasure of raising him for as long as I have left," with a warm smile, like his eyes, he looked at me with joy.

This man is adopting me, whether to fulfill his fantasies of being able to raise a child or out of pity for me, but that doesn't matter. This man, who could have ignored and left me or simply taken me to the authorities, personally took me to a hospital and waited to know that I was okay. He welcomed me with open arms as a member of his family, so why not?

"Huaua," I tried to express my joy as much as possible. The man who would be my grandfather just chuckled lightly.

"Ha, ha, ha, little one, it's decided. You will be my grandson. Your name will be Zhu Yi-Fan, like my grandfather. Ha, ha, it's ironic, I become your grandfather and name you after mine. The only thing left is for you to do the same with yours, ha, ha."

My new adventure begins, ha, ha.