Reincarnation

**HONK! HONK!**

As he stumbled and fell Mark saw something coming his way.

*Flash of headlights*

"Bitch..."

*SCREEEECH!!...BANG!!"

Mark was hit..

{a/n-quite brutal... sorry Mark}

As Mark felt the impact of the truck hitting him, pain shot through his body with intensity he had never experienced before. He felt his body being flung through the air, and then everything went black. He vaguely heard the panicked voices of people shouting, but his consciousness faded rapidly.

In those fleeting moments of darkness, Mark's life flashed before his eyes. He thought about his loved ones, the dreams he had yet to fulfill, and the regrets he carried. He wished he could turn back time and make different choices, to have more time to make amends and live a fuller life.

As Mark lay in a pool of his own blood, he could sense the commotion around him. He could hear the frantic voices of people calling for help, the sound of sirens approaching in the distance. Mark struggled to stay conscious, but his vision blurred, and his breathing became shallow.

The surrounding voices became more distant, and Mark's body grew colder. He felt a sense of sadness and regret wash over him. He wished he had taken more care, paid more attention, and appreciated the preciousness of life while he had the chance.

As Mark lay on the rain-soaked road, gasping for breath, he realized the severity of his injuries.

Blood pooled around him, mingling with the rain, as he struggled to stay conscious. His vision blurred, and the pain became unbearable, searing through his broken body. Mark's breathing grew shallower, and he felt his strength fading, leaving him helpless.

With each labored breath, he knew his time was running out. Desperation filled his heart as he thought about his loved ones, knowing he wouldn't see them again. The realization of his imminent demise weighed heavily upon him, and tears mixed with raindrops streamed down his face. The world seemed to fade around him, and a profound sense of loss washed over him.

In his final moments, Mark's thoughts turned to unfinished dreams, unspoken words, and the unfairness of it all. The agony of leaving this world so abruptly, with so much left undone, enveloped him in a shroud of deep sorrow. And he closed his eyes for the last time.

{A/N- maybe.. maybe not}

Mark's consciousness flickered back to life, and he found himself suspended in a void of darkness. There was a profound sense of peace, of weightlessness. He tried to move, but his body refused to respond. Panic set in as he realized he couldn't feel anything, couldn't hear anything, and was utterly incapable of controlling his own movements. It was as if he was trapped in a timeless limbo.

But then, gradually, he began to feel a strange sensation. It started as a faint tingling in his fingertips, then spread to his limbs, and eventually enveloped his entire being. It was like the sensation of a thousand tiny pinpricks, tinged with an otherworldly warmth. Mark's curiosity was piqued, and he focused all his attention on this sensation.

As he did, the darkness around him seemed to shift and coalesce, forming a translucent bubble that encapsulated him. The bubble was both comforting and confining, as if it held the answers to his existence, yet also withheld them. Mark's unease grew, and he attempted to push against the bubble, to break free from its grasp.

That's when it happened. The bubble tightened around him, and he felt an intense pressure building in his head. It was like his skull was being compressed from all sides, and the pain was unbearable. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. The pressure increased, and Mark's consciousness teetered on the edge of oblivion.

But just as he thought he would succumb to the crushing force, the pressure abruptly released, and he was propelled forward. He felt a sudden rush of motion, as though he was hurtling through a tunnel, surrounded by strange sounds and muted voices. The sensation was disorienting, and Mark's mind spun with confusion.

Then, with a jolt, he burst out of the bubble and into a blinding light. His first breath was involuntary and sharp, filling his lungs with the cold air of the outside world. It was a shock to his system, and he let out a cry, his vocal cords protesting against the abrupt change.

As the cry echoed around him, Mark realized that he was no longer in the timeless void he had been trapped in. He was now in a physical form, a helpless infant, born into the world. It was a bewildering experience, and Mark's mind raced with questions. What had happened during his unconscious state? Why did he feel like he had traversed a mysterious realm? And why did his first breath come only after his first cry? And didn't he just die?

As Mark regained consciousness, he found himself in the arms of a woman's silhouette, who he now recognized as maybe a doctor? The setting suddenly made sense to him as he realized he had been born into a new life. The throbbing pain in his head had subsided, but a sense of bewilderment took its place.

The doctor spoke in hushed tones to others in the room, but Mark couldn't make out their words. He felt a mixture of comfort and discomfort as he was passed from one set of hands to another. One pair of hands felt particularly soothing, as if they held some ancient familiarity.

Mark's blurry vision slowly cleared, revealing a woman with regal attire, who he instinctively knew was his mother. She held him with a mixture of joy and concern, her eyes studying him intently. Mark felt a surge of longing to understand his place in this world and the mystery of his birth.

Mark drifted into a deep slumber, exhausted from the overwhelming events of his birth and the mysterious revelations that had followed. When he awoke, he found himself cradled in the arms of the same woman who had held him earlier, feeding him with care and tenderness. Blushing with embarrassment, Mark realized that he was being nourished at his mother's breast.

At first, Mark was bewildered by the intimate act of breastfeeding, feeling a mixture of discomfort and shyness. As Mark fed, he couldn't help but notice the intricate details of his mother's face. Her skin was flawless, her eyes sparkled with a mysterious glimmer, and her hair cascaded around her shoulders in golden waves. She radiated an otherworldly beauty that left Mark in awe, but it also added to the mystery surrounding her. Her face held a serene expression as she looked down at him, but Mark couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

Mark's newborn eyes gazed up at his mother in wonder as she cradled him in her arms. He was still bewildered from his recent birth and the unfamiliar faces around him. As he struggled to make sense of his surroundings, his mother reached for a small pouch that she had kept hidden away.

From the pouch, she pulled out a delicate necklace with a pendant that gleamed with a mysterious aura. Mark's eyes widened as his mother carefully fastened the necklace around his tiny neck.

The pendant was unlike anything Mark had ever seen before. It was adorned with an array of shimmering gemstones that seemed to shift in color and shape as if they held a secret power within. Mark's mother looked at him with a mixture of sadness and determination in her eyes as she clasped the necklace securely.

He could feel the weight of the pendant resting against his chest, and he reached out with his tiny hands to touch it. Then-

A blue light flashed in his eyes...

[ System loading up ]

A blue hologram screen flickers to life, displaying intricate circuitry patterns and futuristic symbols, accompanied by a bright blue flash that catches Mark's attention.

{1%... 2.7%... 97.2%... 100%... [Loaded up successfully]}

Mark was cradled in his mother's arms as he blinked wide-eyed at the hologram that materialized before him. The sudden blue flash had caught his attention, and he looked at the holographic projection with a mix of curiosity and bewilderment. His mother, holding him close, didn't seem to notice the hologram.

[Hello, boy.] the text on the hologram greeted, the voice sounding like a blend of a computerized tone and a hint of human-like warmth.

Mark gurgled and cooed in his baby voice, seemingly trying to respond to the hologram, his tiny hands reaching out towards the projection.

[I am the System.] the hologram continued. [I have been with you since your birth, awaiting activation.]

Mark's mother looked down at him, smiling at his adorable gestures, but not able to see the hologram that only Mark could perceive. She gently rocked him in her arms, unaware of the mysterious hologram that had appeared before her baby.

Mark cooed softly, seemingly trying to make sense of the hologram and the system's words, his curiosity piqued. Since he couldn't speak, he tried talking with it in his mind... Since all system can, can't they?

<So... why didn't you show yourself when I was born?>

[ Its because you, my host didn't have enough mana. ]

Ah...it worked. It can talk with me in my mind. Mana...? As in magic? Did I reincarnate into a Magical world...?

"Oh... I see. So wha-".

[ We will talk later... And before that you might need this ]

[ *Language sense level 1 acquired ]

[ *Appraisal level 1 acquired ]

"You're so curious, aren't you, Mark? What do you see, little one?". Mark's mother said affectionately.

hmm? I can understand her! Must be because of language sense.

Just then-