Download Chereads APP
Chereads App StoreGoogle Play
Chereads

The Beginning After The End[wb]

DaoistJroWUt
--
chs / week
--
NOT RATINGS
6.2k
Views
Synopsis
King Grey has unrivaled strength, wealth, and prestige in a world governed by martial ability. However, solitude lingers closely behind those with great power. Beneath the glamorous exterior of a powerful king lurks the shell of man, devoid of purpose and will.  Reincarnated into a new world filled with magic and monsters, the king has a second chance to relive his life. Correcting the mistakes of his past will not be his only challenge, however. Underneath the peace and prosperity of the new world is an undercurrent threatening to destroy everything he has worked for, questioning his role and reason for being born again

Table of contents

VIEW MORE

Chapter 1 - Chapter-1

I never believed in the whole "light at the end of the tunnel" folly where people, after experiencing near-death experiences, would startle awake in a cold sweat exclaiming, "I saw the light!"

But here I am currently at this so-called "tunnel" facing a glaring light, when the last thing I remember was sleeping in my room (others call it the royal chamber) .

Did I die? If so, how? Was I assassinated?

I don't remember wronging anyone, but then again, being a powerful public figure gave others all sorts of reasons to want me dead .

Anyway…

Since it didn't seem like I was going to wake up anytime soon, while I slowly gravitated towards this bright light, I might as well go along with it .

The journey seemed to take an eternity; I half expected a choir of children to be singing an angelic hymn, beckoning me towards what I hoped would be heaven .

Instead, my vision of everything around me turned into a blur of bright red as sounds assaulted my ears . When I tried to say something, the only sound that came out seemed to be a cry .

The muffled voices became clearer and I made out a: "Congratulations Sir and Madam, he's a healthy boy . "…Wait

I guess normally, I should be thinking along the lines of "Shit, was I just born? Am I a baby now?"

But strangely, the only thought that seemed to pop up in my mind was, 'So the bright light at the end of the tunnel is the light coming through into the female vag…'

Haha . . . let's not think about it anymore .

Assessing my situation in rational king-like manner, I noticed, first of all, that wherever this place was, I understood the language . That's always a good sign .

Next, after slowly and painfully opening my eyes, my retinas were bombarded with different colors and figures . It took a bit of time for my infant eyes to get used to the light . The doctor, or so it seemed, in front of me had a not-so-appealing face with long, greying hair on both head and chin . I swear his glasses were thick enough to be bulletproof . The strange thing was, he wasn't wearing a doctor's gown nor were we even in a hospital room .

I seemed to have been born from some satanic summoning ritual because this room was lit only by a couple of candles and we were on the floor over a bed of straw .

I looked around and saw the female who pushed me out of her tunnel . Calling her mother should be fair . Taking a few more seconds to see what she looked like, I'd have to admit she's a beauty, but that might have been caused by my half blurry eyes . Rather than a glamorous beauty, I would better describe her as lovely, in a very kind and gentle sense, with distinct auburn hair and brown eyes . I couldn't help but notice her long eyelashes and perky nose that made me want to just cling to her . She just permeated this motherly feel . Is this why babies were attracted to their mothers?

I peeled my face away and turned right to barely make out the person who I assumed was my father by the idiotic grin and teary eyes he gazed at me with . Immediately he said, "Hi little Art, I'm your daddy, can you say dada?" I glanced around to see both my mother and the house doctor (for all the certification he seemed to have), roll their eyes as my mother managed to scoff, "Honey, he was just born . "I took a closer look at my father and I can see why my lovely mother was attracted to him . Besides the few loose screws he seemed to have by expecting a newborn to articulate a two-syllable word (I'm just going to give him the benefit of the doubt and think he said that out of the joy of becoming a father), he was a very charismatic-looking man with a cleanly shaven square jaw line that complimented his features . His hair, a very ashy brown color, seemed to be kept trim, while his eyebrows were strong and fierce, extending in a sword-like fashion meeting to a V shape . Yet, his eyes held a gentle quality, whether it was from the way his eyes drooped a bit at the end or from the deep blue, almost sapphire, hue that radiated from his irises .

"Hmm, he isn't crying . Doctor, I thought newborns were supposed to cry when they are born . " I heard my mother's voice .

By the time I finished checking ou… I mean observing my parents; the wannabe doctor simply excused himself saying, "There are cases where the infant does not cry . Please continue resting for a couple of days Mrs . Leywin, and let me know if anything happens to Arthur, Mr . Leywin . "

The following couple of weeks after my journey out of the tunnel was a new kind of torture for me . I had little to no motor control over my limbs except being able to wave them around, and even that got tiring quickly . I realized all too grudgingly that babies don't really get to control their fingers all that much .

I don't know how to break it to you guys, but when you place your finger on a baby's palm, they don't grab it because they like you, they grab it because it's like getting hit in the funny bone; it's a reflex . Forget motor control, I can't even excrete