Crafton, A world of colours.

"Huh?"

"where am I?"

Darkness was the first thing that he could think of.

As all he could see around him was an endless void full of darkness.

"Is it a dream?"

He thought, as he tried to focus on his body to breakfree from the dreamland, but to no avail.

Finally, he stopped struggling after failing to break free of his dream.

"what kind of peculiar dream am i experiencing this time, and what with this unknown profound feeling?"

He said, the things he was experiencing currently were new and unknown to him, but for some reason he didn't want to let this feeling Go.

"Ah, what refreshments and relaxation, if i could experience something like this in my real-life too."

He sounded tired and fatigued as if he had been working for months without any rest.

"Alas, i can't enjoy it forever as i still have too much of a workload pending, it seems it finally time to wake up."

He was reluctant, but still he cant always live in dreams forever, though he does wish he could.

Again, he started to focus  on his mind and tried to open his eyes or move his limbs, at first the process was smooth but it became more  fraught the longer it continued.

"What is happening, why can't I open my eyes? what's going on?!"

He began to panic, as no matter how much he struggled or fought the outcome remained the same, darkness.

"Ah, whatever it's not like i am wasting my time or something,  it's just a dream. i can deal with the work after waking up."

He said, As a warm feeling  overlapped him continuously , making the environment quite cozy.

"To think I would prefer this void filled with darkness instead of the hellhole in which I have been living for the past thirty years."

The hellwhole, is a reference to the outside world in which he has been living for the past thirty years.

"Now that i think of it, from the moment i was born i have only been struggling."

"At first , As a child it was for food and a roof on my head, and then for education and now when I  finally became an adult, I am struggling to make a living."

"What kind of shitty life am I living, really?"

Despite being thirty year old, I am still a virgin and helpless person who often masturbates to pleasure himself.

"Haha, now that i really think of it , what kind of life am i really living!"

His voice was filled with endless greve and sorrow, his words described the struggle of his orphan life.

"I always hated my parents, first for abandoning me, and second for shamelessly claiming me as their son, when they became aware of the wealth I hold."

He still remembered the day when two elderly figures knocked on his doorsteps with a pair of children beside them, claiming as his parents.

As a young man of the 21st century he didn't really get swayed by that, thinking it  could all be a scam set up by some greedy people that were eyeing on his hard-earned wealth.

"But despite all that, I still accepted them, in order to understand what it's really like to have parents, to understand what it's really like to have someone caring."

"And, it's not like I didn't get to understand anything, but that anything wasn't maternal love nor the care of a parent's."

He paused and continued but this time his voice wasn't normal.

"It was the selfish and shameless nature of a human, by staying with my parents I became aware that a human shame knows no bounds."

"Though I was already aware of the facts, it was still hurt wrenching to admit  that my parents only cared for my wealth."

"Given that, I serve all of my ties with them as  I don't have a reason to keep living with a greedy  species that only cares about money, money and money."

" At that time For some reason, i feel a bit pleased as i abandoned my parents and couldn't help but think, " am i really doing it right?""

"Doesn't this make me the same as my parents,a selfish person who discarded something  when it became a nuisance to him."

"Until Now, I am still not aware of this fact, was I right or not?"

His perspective of the world changed after the incident with his parents.

As an orphan, he was already aware of the outside world where everything could be bought my money no matter what in his eyes everything has a price.

At the age of 15, when he left the orphanage to make a living for himself the only thing that he had on him was a twenty dollars bill  and his rigid bag which consists of two pairs of clothing and some toletires.

He often slept outside with no roof on his head to protect from cold and no clothes to keep himself warm.

"Still, there is one thing that  I can't comprehend?, why does everyone look up to someone's success but not the struggle that one had gone through to achieve all that, why?"

Suddenly, when he was still in the middle of his talk , the whole void full of darkness lit up by a blinding light.

"fu~, it already time huh?, still i would love it if I could enjoy these warm and relaxing feelings everyday, knowing that it's only my wish that won't ever be fulfilled."

Suddenly, something unimaginable happened: an extraordinary power took control of him, and pushed him from the cramped space he was toward the light.

It seems to be a slow and painful process, he felt some sort of pressure all around his body, this feeling was completely foreign to him, but for some reason it felt familiar somehow.

After some intermediate amount of time, the world of darkness became a world full of light, the light was so strong that it started to hurt his eyes.

When he finally got used to the blinding light after blinking for hundred of times, he was finally able to see the thing happening around him.

A middle aged woman was looking at him with eyes filled with worry and confusion , she lightly touched his chest as if she was confirming something.

But the strange thing was his hand looked gigantic to him, he was dumbfounded by what he was really seeing.

"what the fuck, a Giant?"

"How a Giant came to my house and moreover are Giants really real!!"

when was still trying to comprehend the situation, All of a sudden the Gigantic hand turned his body  to the side and slapped him on the buttocks.

"It hurts."

"fuck, is this women mad or something how could someone slap anybody for no prior reason."

He shouted loudly but what came out from his mouth was a shrill cry.

He looked at middle aged women  with a glare in response the the middle aged women smiled at him, as if she was pleased after hitting him.

"....."

"Now you have done it women, I swear someday I will pay you back tenfold of what you did today!"

After Hearing the cry, the middle aged woman brought the baby to the arms of a pale but beautiful woman lying on an old fashioned bed.

"It's a boy, my lady and pretty angry as well given the way he looked at me, haha."

Even though he wasn't able to understand the woman words, but till he was somewhat aware of what really happening to him but he was too shocked to comprehend anything.

"Wasn't it just a dream, how come I suddenly became a child."

"Did I get reborn?!"

The woman looked at the boy who was still crying , she unfolded the clothes that were covering her chest and brought the baby near to the breasts, in an attempt to feed him.

"wai-"

Before he could say, or rather yell or anything, a sweet liquid poured down in his mouth and he lost himself in the ecstasy of his first meal.

"Given your fearful eyes from before, i will name you Xander, yes Xander croves."

Xander looked at the woman with blinking eyes, she was beautiful to say at least her body features were on par with the idols back on earth.

God!How come she is so beautiful, Xander corrected himself before speaking again.

"Sure! My mother is beautiful, but what with the reasoning  behind naming me, the reason why I was glaring at her was only because her slap felt like a thunderbolt to me."

"but, it's not like i hate the name Xander." thought to himself, he again looked at his mother with his blinking eyes.

"Will she also abandon me, just like my previous mother?"