"Wah, wah, wah!" The feeble crying echoed in the drafty and cramped room.
A woman clutched the child in her arms tightly, using a quilt that could only be described as tattered to shield the child from the cold wind seeping in through the doors and windows.
The room was very dim, as if mirroring the somber atmosphere. An oil lamp flickered as though it might go out at any moment.
"Wah, wah, wah!" Tang San tried again to make a sound, but the only noises he could produce were these basic cries.
He had been in this world for a few days now, yes, just a few days. He had just been born, about three days ago. But he already sensed deep trouble.
As a once First-Generation God King, he had abandoned everything in pursuit of his reincarnated wife. Finally, as his divine consciousness neared its end, he caught a faint response and thus arrived in this world.
No matter how powerful he once was, after his rebirth, he was now merely a baby. The most precious thing was his memories of his past life; the most tragic was that, no matter how strong those memories were, they couldn't change his weak and delicate little body.
Three days after birth, subsisting on the scant nursing of his mother in this world, he still couldn't understand the language here. After all, that also required time. But he could clearly feel that the world in which he had been reborn was likely harsher than he had imagined.
In his previous life, he had been born into a blacksmith family, and his father was a hidden powerhouse; he himself had also possessed tremendous talent. But now, his biggest worry was whether he could survive.
The exhaustive cosmic search left his divine consciousness barely able to hold onto his memories, and unable to do anything else. Still, he could feel how pitiful his little body was.
His mother, from long-term malnutrition, had caused his reborn body to be absolutely malnourished. Even his cries were faint.
In his previous life, he had children of his own – he knew how normal children should cry! But now, even crying seemed laborious, as if he could stop breathing at any moment.
Although he had never expected to be reborn into a family with a silver spoon, he never anticipated it being this dire. To be reborn as a Godking and to be on the brink of death – wouldn't that mean everything was over? Such a story wouldn't even last a single chapter before reaching the end, right?
However, in these brief three days, he had felt a few things and grasped a bit about this world. The grim realization about his plight had much to do with this understanding.
He had been reborn as a human, at least as a being not much different from the humans in his previous world. But in this world, humans seemed to be quite contemptible, simply put, slaves! They were slaves to a superior race, which explained the misery.
For three days, he hadn't seen his father in this world; it had just been him and his mother, dependent on each other. Every day, other shabbily dressed humans would quietly bring a little food for his mother – this was all that kept them alive.
Everyone's expression was wooden, or rather, numb. It seemed that they had long grown accustomed to their plight.
Having memories of his past life, Tang San's divine soul was naturally a bit stronger than a normal person's in this world. The main reason he hadn't learned the language of this world yet was that these humans rarely spoke or communicated. Even when they did speak, it was just a few simple words.
Am I going to perish? Tang San's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but "wah, wah" cry out a couple more times.
Xiaowu, if your reincarnated soul is aware, please bless your husband! I won't ask for much, just pray that your husband can survive. Otherwise, we'll really never be able to reunite as a family again.
The weakness in his body made him drift off to sleep before he knew it. And so he spent his days in a daze, which lasted a whole month.
Surviving on the little milk from his mother, he at least hadn't starved to death. But the frailty of his little body was undoubtedly still there. Judging from how Tang San felt about his own body, the feeble small meridians, the weak body – after nearly a month, his weight was probably only around five or six pounds, about the same as a normal, newborn baby in his previous life.
"Bang!" The fragile door suddenly swung open; this was the loudest sound Tang San had heard since coming to this world. He instinctively opened his eyes to look.
A brawny figure squeezed in from the door, and upon seeing him, Tang San was somewhat stunned.
Because this was definitely not a human. In his past world, he had seen many monsters, but the creature before him was certainly novel. The one who had entered, apparently male, had a body similar to a human's, over two meters tall, but with a wolf's head. His fangs protruded, and he carried a faint scent of blood. His strong physique almost burst through the door frame.
"One month has passed, give him to me," the Wolfman growled at Tang San's mother in this world.
Tang San's mother hugged him tighter, tears almost instantly streaming down from her eyes.
A month had passed and Tang San had also managed to understand some of the language of this world. At this moment, his heart was filled with an indescribable feeling.
Clearly, the Wolfman was demanding him – but what for? To eat?
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