Chapter 2: In Trouble, About to Be Eaten?

"Waaah, waaah, waaah!" A feeble cry echoed in the small, drafty room. A woman tightly cradled a child in her arms, using a nearly threadbare blanket to shield the baby from the cold wind seeping in through the doors and windows. The room was dimly lit, mirroring the gloomy atmosphere. An oil lamp seemed as though it could go out at any moment. "Waaah, waaah, waaah!" Tang San tried to make a sound again, but all that came out was this most basic cry. He had been in this world for a few days, yes, only a few days. He had just been born, about three days ago. Yet, he already felt a deep sense of unease.

As a former generation's God King, he had given up everything to search for his reincarnated wife. Just when his divine awareness was on the verge of extinguishing, he received a faint signal. So, he arrived in this world.

No matter how powerful he was in his previous life, he was now just a baby in his reincarnated form. The most precious thing was his past life's memories, and the most tragic thing was that no matter how strong those memories were, they couldn't change his fragile and delicate little body. Born three days ago, nursing on the meager milk of this world's mother, he couldn't even understand the language of this world yet. After all, that would take time. But he clearly felt that the world he had been reborn into was probably even more challenging than he had imagined.

In his previous life, he had been born into a blacksmith's family, and his father was a hidden generation of power. He even possessed powerful talents himself. But now, his biggest worry was whether he could survive. The long journey through the cosmos had forced his divine awareness to barely carry his memories, and beyond that, he could do nothing. Yet, he could also sense the extreme hardship of his tiny body in this new life.

His mother, due to prolonged malnutrition, had given birth to him with a body that was severely malnourished in every sense. Even his crying was feeble. In his previous life, he had been a parent, and he knew how a normal child should cry! But now, he struggled even to cry. It seemed like he could stop breathing at any moment. Although he had never thought he would be reborn into a family with a silver spoon in their mouth, he hadn't expected it to be this dire. To be a God King reborn and on the verge of death at any moment, would that mean everything would come to an end? Would the story be over in less than a chapter? 

However, in these brief three days, he had still sensed something, gained some understanding of this world. The reason he felt his situation was dire was closely related to this understanding. He had been reborn as a human, or at least a human very similar to the one from his previous world. But in this world, humans seemed to be a very humble existence, in simple terms, they were slaves! They were slaves of a higher race. That's why things were so bleak.

It had been three days, and he hadn't seen his father in this world yet. He was only with his mother, relying on each other for survival. Every day, ragged-looking humans would quietly bring a little food for his mother, just enough to sustain them. Everyone's expressions were numb, as if they had long grown accustomed to their current situation. Tang San, with his memories from his past life, and his divine awareness making his spirit stronger than an average person's in this world, still hadn't learned the language of this world. The main reason for this was that these humans rarely spoke or communicated. Even when they did speak, it was only a few simple words.

Could it be that I'm getting cold? Tang San's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but cry out again, "Waaah, waaah." Xiao Wu, if you have a spirit in your reincarnation, please watch over your husband! Let's not talk about anything else; just watch over your husband and ensure he survives. Otherwise, we won't be able to reunite as a family.

His physical weakness caused him to unknowingly drift into a deep sleep. And in this dazed and hazy state, a whole month passed. Eating a bit of his mother's milk every day, he managed to avoid starving to death. But the fragility of his tiny body was undeniable. Tang San could sense the vulnerability of his small meridians and the fragility of his body. It had been nearly a month, and his weight was probably only around five or six pounds, similar to a normal newborn baby from his previous life.

"Bang!" The fragile door suddenly swung open. This was the loudest sound Tang San had heard since arriving in this world. He instinctively opened his eyes to see what was happening. A burly figure had just entered through the door, and upon seeing him, Tang San couldn't help but feel a bit dazed.

Because this creature did not look human at all. In his previous world, he had seen various monsters, but what he saw now was definitely something new. The one who had entered should be a male, with a body somewhat resembling that of a human, standing at least two meters tall, but with a wolf's head. His sharp fangs protruded, and he carried a faint scent of blood. His robust physique almost broke the doorframe as he squeezed through.

"It's been a month. Hand him over," the wolf-man growled at Tang San's mother in this world. Tang San's mother held him tightly, and tears welled up in her eyes almost instantly. After a month, Tang San had finally managed to understand some of the language in this world. At this moment, he had an indescribable feeling in his heart. Clearly, this wolf-man wanted him, but what did he want to do with him? Eat him?