Chapter 1

The first thing Miles noticed was a dazzling brightness, followed by a blank space that resembled a void and only had the sound of a clock and rotating gears.

'Tick tock

'Grrrrrrrrr'

After a while, it abruptly came to an end, as if something or everything had been put on hold.

He last recalled being pierced by a spike of light while fighting the void gods, but now he finds himself in this so-called "White chamber," where he must contend with emptiness, some mechanical noise, and the sound of the clock.

And then a majestic, wonderful voice that was almost robotic suddenly filled the space.

[Received User Miles]

[Request. 25%, 50%, 75% 100%. Loading…. Approved]

[Authority "husk" permitted]

[Authority "Universe" permitted]

[Access granted]

[Universe keta]

[Galaxy Virgo A]

[World 1,6386,8247]

[Continent Vasen]

[No system, nor interface given]

[Code Name "Rebirth" shall commence. Please be ready]

"Huh?"

"Who is husk!'

A light that was so bright that it hurt his eyes continued to flood forth as soon as the voice stopped. Once again, the background noise of rusty equipment halted, and all that was left was silence as if time had stopped. No, it's more like floating in space. His entire body felt an unexplainable, abnormal sensation that passed. This was unfamiliar to him. Space is distorted, and there is a sense that time is passing quickly.

Then, out of nowhere, a hand appeared and conjured a door into being "What the hell, I guess? What on earth is that?" Then, a large, white door could be seen, and when it started to open, the sound of it echoing could destroy eardrums.

He was slowly drawn to the brilliant huge door as it didn't appear like he would wake up any time soon, so he might as well enter it.

He half expected a choir of the little angels to be singing a song, beckoning him into what he hoped would be heaven or fire raging like hell and be received by demons. Instead, he was exiting a large door from a white, incomprehensible room.

(Was it my imagination?) he wondered as he entered after turning around to see that the door had never been there. He dismissed it and continued to move. Looking down, he could only see a radiant light that was so bright that, as he moved closer to it, the brightness increased. Eventually, the radiant light completely covered him and he was unable to see his own body.

Instead, everything in his field of view faded into a blinding red haze as noises blasted into his ears.

His body was suddenly attacked by the simultaneous sensations of recognition and encountering the unexpected. At the same moment, he started to struggle and experience a severe sense of being unable to breathe.

Every single cell in his body, including his heart, brain, bones, and lungs, started to scream for oxygen, and the anguish was intolerable. He struggled in pain, unable to remain calm or think.

Soon after, he could only painfully twist his body from side to side because he was still unable to regulate how he felt. All the sorrow and pain quickly blurred his senses. He then tried to speak after being released from the existence that hadn't been crying for a long time, but all that seemed to come out was a wail.

Waaah, uwaaah!!!.

As the jumbled sounds became more discernible, he could make out a: "Congratulations Sir and Ma, he's a healthy boy."

Strangely enough, though, the only thought that appeared to enter his head was, "So the radiant light at the end of the passageway is the light coming through into the human vag… (Haha... Let's keep it out of our minds.)

Wait…

He believes that he should typically be questioning himself, "Shit, did I just be born? Am I a baby now? While he had expected to hear what the voice in the white chamber had said, the truth was rather different."

As he initially assessed his situation in a godlike manner, he realized that whatever this location was had understood the language.

(That is reassuring.)

A variety of colors and images shot over his retinas as soon as he slowly and painfully opened his eyes. It took some time for his baby's eyes to become used to the brightness. The doctor in front of her had a beautiful old face, long, graying hair on her head, and a white, pale complexion, or at least that's how it "seemed."

He argued that her glasses were bombproof since they were so thick. He and they weren't in a waiting room or even a hospital, which was strange. It appeared as though he had been born in some White, dazzling, colorful place because this room was only lit by a few white light bulbs and they were lying on a lovely and pure white fluffy bed.

Ah, what the heck is happening?

He appears to live in a mansion.

He was unable to understand what was happening, though.

Waah, waah.

(What's with all the crying?)

"Logan might be awake, I fear." The mother, who was already frail from giving birth, decided to check on her son when she heard him wailing.

"My La-Lady!, please have a rest, I'll be back soon." A certain beautiful pale maid had begged the woman not to stand up as she was being thrown back, the lady threw the maid back a few meters, leaving the wall with a crater and a crack. Blood gushed into the maid's mouth, but she quickly rose to shove the woman down.

"Is that my mother, who the hell is she? If so, my mum shouldn't be like that." his tiny eyes grew wide, and sweat trickled down his cheek.

"So strong"

What an incredible turnaround!

How would you describe this world?

"And that lady, she survived the onslaught that would have killed a regular person so quickly?"

And, strangely, it seemed she named me 'Logan.'

The more he considered it, the more he was able to understand what was happening and one particular item. He tried to deny it, but

"It can't be, so please don't tell me."

"...No!"

He turned to see the man, who was meant to be his father, struggling to control his wife but, despite his best attempts, she only escalated the violence.

"Bae, please have a nap. Don't worry, the maid will take care of Logan," he said as he attempted to nudge her back down.

"No," the woman cries angrily, "I have to look after Logan myself.

The woman's visage quickly changed as her aura grew stronger and her words reverberated, despite his repeated attempts,

He trembled as she said, "Don't let me murder you, stand aside, let me take care of my Logan." He said, "Okay," before departing for Logan's infant court. Logan then stopped as they were being taken to her bed by him.

"Say what? how come I stopped crying?"

But man, a lady is hard to stop.

"Damn, she's intimidating."

...

…..

..

it turns out, he had been reincarnated into a strong family rather than just an affluent one, just as he had imagined

The only thing he could do at this point was to accept what was happening and move on. He, let out a heavy sigh of regret.