Light! Finally some light! I rejoice as I get pushed further and further into the radiant end of this slimy tunnel. Ignoring the pain and tears of my eyes, I continue to stare.

I just can't take my eyes of the angelic gift even if it hurts after so long in the dark. Oh baby boo, how I've missed you.

But eventually my dumb eyes rebel. Filled with salty tears and screaming in anguish, they force me to take my gaze off the heavenly radiance.

It was worth it though even if I'll end up blind.

'Ow!'

My self-harm justification is interrupted as I experienced a sudden jolt of pain coming from my bum.

The pain forces me to open my eyes to investigate, which are then greeted by a pair of kind, worried, dark blue eyes belonging to a giant woman clad in a crimson nun-like attire.

Aren't nun's habits black? Why is hers red?.

However, I have more pressing concerns than the dress code of nuns right now.

Simply because the kindness in her eyes is not reflected by her actions as she proceeds to slap my poor behind again.

and again...

and again...

and again...

"Waaaaa waaaa"

Only after that loud and embarrassing Waluigi imitation left my mouth is the abuser satisfied and grants my bum absolution, leaving me to deal with the realization of why I got slapped.

I keep incredulously looking at my pudgy hands as the realization continues to slowly sink in.

In those months of darkness, I should have realized what was happening, but I didn't or I didn't want to.

These are the hands of a baby!

What the f***?!

I quite distinctly remember me being 20 years old. I only went to sleep, and then woke up in that dark shithole.

But now I am a baby?

That slimy place was a womb?

Is this reincarnation? That would mean I died, but that can't be. Leukemia shouldn't have progressed so fast.

This isn't happening. I'm surely dreaming.

Yeah, that must be it. This is just another weird dream my messed up mind conjured up. I wonder what Freud would say about this one?

I indulge in my genius deduction as another violent slap hits my bottom again.

It appears I haven't cried enough for this accursed woman, and also this very real.

Hot damn, this hurts! I ain't dreaming this.

"Waaaaa Waaaaa Waaaaa"

I try to appease the mighty demoness and luckily she appears to be satisfied with my offering. But I'll cry a little more just to be sure.

Hold up though, since this is likely reincarnation then this could be a fantasy world like in those novels and isekais.

That sounds really awesome actually. I was dying of cancer in my previous life anyway. This is totally fine. Perhaps I'll get some kind of cool cheat and become really badass protagonist type of dude or maybe not.

Nah, I am definitely gonna become a badass, heroic, righteous fantasy protagonist. Definitely without any doubt whatsoever.