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Chapter 3 - After

Salvador awoke from his nap, buried in the chest of his presumed mother in this new world.

'It's not an exaggeration to say she has the biggest rack I've ever seen...'

Even though he was recently reincarnated, such lewd thoughts could not help but enter his mind as he 'innocently' played with them.

Unfortunately, after his wife's passing, he had near to no intimacy, so when the woman's breasts were out for display, he couldn't help but jump on the opportunity.

"Hehehe." Tyrannical giggles were heard from the literal man-baby as he fondled the woman's breast in supposed 'innocently' baby fashion.

For the past month, this was all he did.

Slept, Shit, Eat, and napped.

That was his literal daily routine besides examining the foreign surroundings.

Unlike most cases in reincarnation, there would be books or just something to show him how the new world is, but there was nothing.

His new life was pretty bland, mainly because of his adolescence.

Of course, he didn't sit idly. In times when he escaped from his mother's grasp, he would crawl around the room, trying to find a book or map to familiarize himself with this new setting.

He wasn't too eager to call it a new world as it just seemed like he was sent into the past.

The houses were wooden, lit by candles and lamps, and the fashion was akin to something in the old times.

However, he wasn't too eager to jump to that conclusion. He has only explored two rooms, his parent's room and a portion of the kitchen before getting picked up.

Luckily he was able to learn the names of his family.

The name of his new father was Yves, something classical and unique; In Salvador's time at least.

His mother was named Eleanor, another beautiful name. His siblings were both males, similar to his sons.

Their names were Nico and William.

He didn't see his brothers much as they were always out. It reminded Salvador of his sons and how they were never having fun with their parents.

In this case, it was with Yves and Eleanor, although they didn't seem to pay much mind to it.

However, each day the duo returned home, their bodies covered in short lacerations and bruises.

The odd wounds only created questions in Salvador's head which he could only wait to find out.

If those were his sons, he would be scared shitless.

He would do anything to get the perpetrators behind bars or sued for injuring his sons.

He would be relentless, he would charge them with anything he possibly could and sue them the most he could.

Seeing them always come home hurt only further assured him.

'There has to be some way of fighting... Those are very clearly sword cuts.'

He couldn't help but let his childish side out at the thought of finally being able to fight in real life and not in VR.

'I can't wait... If it's true, I'll beat the fuck out of them all!' He thought in triumph, inwardly smirking.

'There's another thing I'm concerned about. My stomach... It feels like something is there.'

He wasn't aware if it was just a baby thing or if something was wrong with him.

If it is the latter, he wouldn't want to find out.

***

The days proceeded as typical.

Breastfeeding, eating, shitting, sleeping, and his brothers coming home riddled with injuries.

While his diaper was getting swapped, he couldn't help but fall into a deep string of thoughts that led to him questioning if he should put effort into this life.

'It's just like me before I died. A never-ending cycle of the same sh-' Just as he was about to finish this sentence, Nico rushed through the door screaming in near-agony.

**"MOTHER, FATHER, HELP! WILLIAM WAS HURT!**"

Eleanor's face was deadpan for a second before her eyes began to water.

Yves stood unmoving and shocked before moving.

Instantly, the three rushed out. Leaving Salvador unattended on his table.

'What the fuck! As soon as I call this world boring something happens? They seemed pretty hurried...'

He couldn't help but state his growing curiosity.

He rolled off the table, hitting the floor with a light thump.

The fall was short, unlike the one he previously experienced.

He crawled on all floors to the door, which for some oddity of a reason took a lot of stamina out of him.

By the time he reached the door, his heart was already racing.

Because of his excitement, and how much it took out of him.

Finally, he crawled out of his house.

The new scent entered his nose, although it wasn't such a warm welcome as he expected.

Instantly, a putrid metallic stench entered his nose. 'Blood!'

His vision adjusted to the light that shone far brighter than in his house. As his eyes got accustomed to the outside, he could see a figure laying on the ground that was huddled by many more. Around his body, a pool of blood grew and was still expanding.

And this man was none other than William.

'Oh...'

When he first left the house, this was surely not the sight he would want to be welcomed to.

From where he was, a long gash could be seen that was drawn from his stomach to his lower hip.

Blood endlessly poured out, the life escaping from his eyes with each second.

Although he didn't know him for long, literally only a few weeks, he knew he was a good child.

Yves and Eleanor cherished him and it was blatant. They intensively cared for all of their sons.

Each time the two fighters came home wounded, it was clear they were excited to express their stories to their parents.

The baby could only watch from afar as his brother slowly died.

It struck him that William was the protective type, the way he acted around him and Nico just screamed over-protective.

William looked over, looking at Salvador and giving him a smile.

Even despite William nearing death, he still shone with kindness and gave him a radiant smile.

It was undeniable to say the man was charming. He had a sharp jawline and auburn hair which was perfectly cut and messy, akin to the tastes of a girl when Salvador was a teenager. Nico was more, if not equal in looks.

If this same smile was given to a girl, it was sure to woo them immediately.

Yet, when Salvador saw this smile, all he could think of was sadness and his sons back on Earth.

Were these the fake smiles they put on after his death?

Eleanor turned her head and noticed Salvador's presence and she began panicking. She ran over to him and picked him up, burying him in her chest.

He could hear her sniffles and cries, even the cries of his father and Nico.

He turned his head back to get a last look at his brother, William.

His skin was deathly pale and his body was limp.

Even Salvador himself began to start crying.

As if the world was listening to every demand, even if it was subconscious. A man clad in golden robes descended from the skies. Flowing golden hair waiving about in the air, an aura of transcendence surrounded him.

His golden eyes were filled with vigor, looking straight at William.

**"It'll cost you a lot, surely you're aware Eleanor."** He said as he stepped over.

**"YES! I KNOW! JUST SAVE HIM PLEASE!"** She was interrupted as she uncontrollably began sobbing, sinking to her knees while still holding Salvador.

**"Vikto Rehrok!**" Upon a weird sequence of words and hand gestures, a mist of green radiated from his hands, growing in size at an alarming rate.

Eventually, his hands were enveloped in the bright light, causing baby Salvador to shudder as his eyes were not used to such a bright light.

In a sudden movement, he dug his hands into William's wound, the light gradually fading away.

A few seconds later, the color of William's skin returned, the life in his eyes growing back as the man's hands were inside him.

From being on track to death to being healed in a matter of seconds, it was all too unfathomable to Salvador.

He could only gape in shock and amazement at the sight in front of him.

'There's fucking MAGIC!?'