A bright light pierces my eyes as I'm born. Another rebirth eh? I wonder which world I was born into this time. The Infernal Realm? The Ghost Realm? Maybe I'll be back in the God realm! I inhale a huge breath of air through my infant nostrils. What the fuck?! What is this poor air quality?! I start crying out of instinct. Where the hell is this? Even the fiery Infernal Realm has a better air quality than this. With regular cultivation methods, people probably couldn't even reach the second stage of body refining in their lifetime. Through my tears I attempt to focus my eyes. A handsome man leans over as if inspecting me. At least my father in this life is handsome. Hopefully I've inherited some of his genetics.
"He seems to be a healthy baby boy, Mr. Wolfe." says the handsome man.
"Oh thank the lord!" Exclaims an alarmingly fat man as he shuffles into my vision.
I close my eyes again. There is no way that is my father. I say a silent prayer in my head that all of his body weight is concealing a chiseled jawline and full lips along with a muscular body. Mid prayer, my attention is diverted once again to the conversation taking place.
"Have you two decided on a name yet?" Asks the doctor.
A female's voice responds this time, "His name will be Quinn. Quinn Wolfe." My little baby head snaps towards the direction of the voice and a breathtakingly beautiful face comes into view. 'YES!' I exclaim internally. At least my genetics aren't totally hopeless. I turn from my mom to my dad and sigh internally, 'true love is real I guess.' All of my head turning seems to have drained what little energy I have and I make a mental note that the next time I wake up I should immediately begin cultivation even if it only gives me a little more energy. The lids of my eyes slowly drift close as I fall asleep in the embrace of my mother.