' Looks like the baby is perfectly normal, I guess his motionless state earlier was only temporary after his birth, ' The nanny thought, sighing in relief after seeing the energetic boy in front of her constantly moving and crying.
She swiftly washed away the blood from him and, bowing respectfully, handed him to the white-haired man who had been waiting behind her the entire time.
"Master, your baby is in perfect shape."
The middle-aged man, David, gave a slight nod as he carefully cradled his son in his arms. His eyes, calm yet intensely focused, glimmered with an unreadable emotion. "You can take your leave," he said to the old woman. "You'll find your payment with the guard outside this room."
The old woman thanked him profusely, bowing repeatedly before turning to leave. She dared not linger, fearing her presence might disturb her master. Her worn shoes made soft, scuffling sounds as she quietly exited the room.
David's gleaming blue eyes, faintly illuminated with a red hue, remained fixed on his son. His thoughts were unknown, but the intensity in his gaze was unmistakable.
Yone watched the scene unfold, amused.
He knew that look better than anyone. It was the gaze of someone desperate for power, authority, and success. A man who had long abandoned his own dreams, but who now pinned all his hopes on his child.
"You will be named Yone, after my father," David muttered, his eyes still shining as he stared at his son, ignoring everything else in the room, including his unconscious wife.
Yone silently observed the situation, noting the peculiar dynamics around him. "Looks like I've been placed in an interesting family," he thought. Despite the odd behavior of his new father, Yone paid more attention to his surroundings, trying to determine if he was still in the same world.
As David looked at him like a treasure unearthed from a golden mine, Yone scanned the room, assessing every detail.
"As I suspected when I saw the ceiling, this isn't my world," Yone concluded. "This family also seems wealthy, judging by the quality of everything in this room."
Just then, David turned to his unconscious wife and gently touched her forehead. Instantly, a blue light enveloped her body. In mere seconds, the light faded, and her eyes slowly fluttered open.
"Lilia, we finally have a son!"
The woman's eyes teared up hearing her husband's words, and she instantly spread her arms. David faintly smiled as he gently handed it to her.
Her kid had black hair, that perfectly matched his white skin and black eyes flickering with a red light inside his pupils.
Seeing this, Yone's eyes lit up with a strange light.
Yone wanted to sense the power the middle-aged man had just used, but he was, unfortunately, unable to do so.
"I suppose that's the type of power used in this world?" Yone mused with interest. "From what I can gather from the appearance of that healing spell, it has nothing to do with Amber."
In his past world, Amber was the energy that everyone used—an elemental force created by heaven and earth that existed within every person from birth. However, only a select few had the talent to unlock its potential, and those who did were revered and feared as Masters of Amber.
Though the power system of this world seemed different, Yone remained unfazed. He was confident that mastering this new form of energy wouldn't be any more difficult than mastering Amber had been in his previous life.
He was simply that monstrously talented. Otherwise, an entire empire would never have gone so far as to order its guilds, led by Amber Masters and ancient monsters, to hunt him down.
"It's just a pity..." Yone thought with a sigh. "In my previous life, I wasted a tremendous amount of effort—killing hundreds of thousands, provoking the heavens, and enduring endless suffering—just to reach that pinnacle of power."
Even though he had been reborn with no issue in understanding this world's power, his past life cultivation hadn't followed him. He would have to start from scratch again.
But to be reborn, to live once more—this alone made the loss of his past cultivation worth it.
Hence, he didn't mind it much.
In the next moment, Yone brushed aside all of his thoughts and closed his eyes, intending to take a nap as usual. He tried to place his hands behind his head, but when they didn't respond, he simply slept, undeterred by his current limitations.
The woman, after gently taking her baby from David and cradling him against her chest, whispered, "You must live your life without chasing power or fighting for authority, or you'll end up like us."
Though she knew her son couldn't understand or remember these words, she felt the need to say them. A tear slipped from her eye, landing softly on Yone's forehead.
Surprisingly, the language of this world was the same as his previous one, so Yone had no trouble understanding his mother's plea.
As he drifted off to sleep, he briefly rejoiced at the irony of her words but quickly pushed the thought aside, letting sleep take over.
To Yone, what she asked was nothing less than the opposite of his very nature.
He couldn't imagine a life where he wasn't chasing power to fulfill his ambitions.
The days after his birth passed quietly, with Yone lying still as his mother cared for him, feeding him and cleaning him whenever necessary.
At first, as someone of Yone's mental strength and age, he felt unsettled by the disgusting smell and annoyed by his helpless condition. But within days, he adapted, accepting his new reality without resistance.
Thankfully, the mansion they lived in was full of people eager to tell Yone stories or play with him every day.
Without that, he would have been bored to death.
Despite all the attention his parents and the babysitter lavished on him, Yone felt an overwhelming urge to take action. He could hardly wait for his body to grow up so he could finally begin.