Brand New Day

The sun peeked over the horizon, its golden rays painted the sky with hues of blue and yellow. In the midst of this stunning view stood a magnificent mansion, surrounded by a vast green field that seemed to go on forever.

Beyond the estate's lush grounds, a small swimming pool shimmered in the sunlight, inviting anyone to take a refreshing dip. And just a stone's throw away was a pristine white sand beach, where the waves of the crystal-clear blue sea lapped gently at the shore.

As one approached the mansion, the rows of luxury cars parked on the front lawn were hard to miss.

This was a luxurious estate in the Hamptons.

In a dining room with marble floors and walls, and the whole room filled with luxurious furniture, a pair of maids served dishes to a beautiful woman.

She had fair skin, long golden hair, and a pair of green eyes. Eating an omelet and bacon, she seemed to be enjoying her breakfast.

On the seat next to her was a middle-aged man with glasses and neatly combed black hair, who seemed to be busy with his tablet.

The man was focused on reading a news article even as the cup of coffee in front of him gave off an aroma that tempted anyone to take a sip.

"Where were the kids? They are usually already here," he said with his eyes still glued to the tablet.

"It's the weekend, just let them rest," Anna replied casually.

Steve clucked his tongue, then he put the tablet on the table.

"Waking up too late is for lazy people, and lazy people end up homeless." Every word he uttered was tinged with disappointment.

Upon hearing her husband whine, Anna could only sigh. She sent one of the maids to check on their kids.

Just as the maid was about to step away, a young man came into the dining room. He bore a striking resemblance to Anna and Steve, with black hair, white skin, and emerald green eyes.

Naturally, the maid greeted him with a big smile on her face.

"Good morning, Klaus!"

Yes, he was Klaus Mors, a man who had been punished by God 18 years ago, and then he reincarnated as a baby.

Klaus had grown into a handsome young man.

After being reborn as a baby, Klaus had memories of the past life and full consciousness, realizing that he was in a different world from his previous life.

When he was in the arms of his new mother, he heard utterances in a language he had never heard before, and everything around him seemed strange to him.

It had crossed his mind that he was reborn in a different era, but it was not.

Baby Klaus could not feel the flow of "mana" at all around him. However, it was strange that he could feel an extraordinary amount of mana in his tiny body.

Because the baby's body was so weak, he could not control his power perfectly.

Like a cup that was collecting water from a waterfall, the mana in his body was overflowing. If left unchecked, it was very possible that Klaus could be killed by his own power.

He had to weaken his power. When his parents slept soundly, he chanted repeatedly in his head to seal the mana that was overflowing in his body. The process was so long that he forgot how many nights it took.

In his first year as a baby, the world was hit by a disaster. He saw many events with his mother through a magical object called a television.

He witnessed how monsters came out of nowhere, and how humanity's inability to deal with them.

He also witnessed how humans experienced awakening, and how the world suddenly changed in such a short span of time.

Thanks to his wealthy family, he was safe from the chaos of the outside world

Klaus did not want to make conclusions about his life, he did not care anyway. He simply decided to live his new life, growing up like a normal human child.

After all, he was no longer Klaus Mors. No longer the Death Bringer. No longer living in a world where everyone wanted to kill him.

He was Klaus Lee, the eldest son of a wealthy family who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and lived in an estate in the Hamptons.

In other words, Klaus was starting a new chapter in life.

"Good, I won't have to come to your room if the maid can't wake you up."

Like a good son, Klaus smiled as he put a slightly regretful expression on his face. "Sorry, dad."

Klaus approached the dining table, sat down, while Steve seemed to still be unfinished.

"Where's she?"

As his father asked, a young girl in pajamas and messy hair appeared. She looked like a younger version of Anna. She drew close to the dining table with lazy graces, her eyes still half open.

"Take it easy, dad. Klaus is too kind to wake me up on the weekend." There was a sarcastic tone to her words.

Steve sighed, a bit annoyed. "When I was your age, I got up at four in the morning, washed my face, and then read a book before going to school. You woke up at seven and were still a mess. I don't remember teaching you like this, Joanna."

Three years after Klaus was born or one year since the world survived the monster invasion, a baby girl was born to his family, her name was Joanna Lee.

When Baby Klaus was growing up in the Lee Family, his life was full of joy. The father was strict, but always made time to play with him even when he was tired from work, and his mother never whined when taking care of Klaus, always smiling with sincerity and love.

The maids also served him gently, never once getting upset or angry, even when he peed on them intentionally. In fact, they always scrambled to babysit Klaus whenever Anna had business.

At first, Klaus was very uncomfortable with all the treatment he got, especially during bath time. A Klaus Mors who had killed countless lives was stripped naked and touched by many female hands.

But in the end he got used to it.

Klaus considered it a warm and affectionate treatment from both parents, Steve and Anna. Klaus never felt that way in his previous life. He forgot his original parents, even their names. All he remembered was that he was sold when he's 10.

His life got better and better as he grew up. None of his wishes went unfulfilled and everyone in the mansion always smiled when they saw him. In fact, his parents were frustrated because Klaus did not ask for too much like other kids.

Things were different for his younger sister. If Klaus was known as a quiet and obedient kid, Joanna was a rebellious brat.

Little Joanna did whatever she wanted, and always drove Steve mad with her mischief. She liked to run around the house with dirty feet, or break windows when playing soccer, or accidentally set the car on fire because playing with a lighter. Steve often scolded her for being a troublemaker.

However, Klaus and Joanna's relationship was very good, they never quarreled even once. Joanna always encouraged him to speak his mind while Klaus always defended her when she messed up.

He'd never had someone rely on him before. And he enjoyed it. Joanna was genuinely something new for Klaus.

"You never listen to me. Are you deaf?"

The vein in Steve's temple throbbed. The father couldn't contain his anger, while Joanna didn't listen to him and ate her food instead.

Anna hissed watching them. "That's enough, Steve. You're pushing her too hard. She's still young." She defended her daughter.

"Nonsense! Klaus never acted like she did at her age."

Klaus finally spoke up. "Calm down, father. Your blood pressure is already high, it's not good for your health."

Only then did Steve calm down.

As the sun got higher, breakfast was over. Joanna was the first to leave the table. Steve called out to her, but she did not even look back.

"If you're looking for me, I'm in the den," said Klaus after he wiped his mouth with a napkin.

His father sighed. "I might be able to rest a little easier if your little sister is just like you."

Anna frowned, the look on her face said she disagreed. "It was the weekend, Klaus. Go have fun with your friends or date a girl. Hang out with humans, not with those books."

"Don't teach my son to hang out with useless people," Steve snapped. "Every day they just party and spend their parents' money. Their future is a failure."

Anna snorted. "He's also my son! He needs to get along, Steve. Stop teaching him like a nerd! You're too old-fashioned."

Then the couple started arguing.

Klaus just smiled and quietly walked away.

The mansion had many facilities that most houses did not have. A bar, a mini movie theater, a playroom, an office, and much more. But Klaus' favorite place was the reading room on the second floor.

Klaus entered a red-walled room with rows of shelves filled with books. It used to be quite a loose space, but Steve filled it up as time passed because of Klaus' habit, killing time in this place every weekend.

He picked up a thick book and sat on a large brown sofa by the window. Listening to the crashing waves, he began to read the book.

This was Klaus' daily life. Peaceful, repetitive, and boring; but he enjoyed it immensely. It had been a long time since he had this kind of peace. In his previous life, his days were filled with fighting and killing.

Now everything was different.

Klaus did not know how his life would end. He just improvised, enjoying every second of precious peaceful time.

Whether he would let humans rule this world or get rid of them again like in his previous life, he had yet to decide.