It had been three long months since Matt—or rather, Claude—found himself trapped in what he initially believed was a bizarre dream.
But the truth had finally sunk in: this wasn't a dream. This was his new reality.
He wasn't Matthew anymore, the twenty-eight-year-old otaku with an obsession for anime.
Now, he was Claude, a newborn baby in a strange medieval world.
He didn't know how he died in the first life, he didn't care since his life was a mess in that one. Because of that he promised to make this life better. At least for him.
For now, the only thing he could do was laying on his back in a tiny crib, the soft wooden frame confining his every movement. Through the window, he could see the bright blue sky.
The weather was warm and pleasant, a gentle breeze rustling through the trees. Outside, his mother—Delia—was in the garden, her long silver hair cascading down her back as she watered the flowers.
Claude's eyes, however, weren't focused on the flowers or the sunny day. His attention was locked on Delia's figure, particularly the sway of her hips as she moved about.
She was a stunning woman—beautiful and curvy, with big boobs and an even bigger ass. The kind of beauty that made his new life's 'father,' Enzo, make sense.
A beautiful woman for a handsome man, right? The question was why the hell did his mother cheat on him?
'I still don't know what kind of work that asshole does... but I know I hate him.' Claude's tiny fists clenched instinctively.
He hadn't forgotten the time Enzo had "accidentally" dropped him. Whether it was a careless slip or a subtle attempt to get rid of him, he didn't care.
That man always saw him as if he was a pest, though he couldn't say much since he was a bastard and only a baby.
Whenever his father picked him up now, Claude would scream bloody murder or spit in his face.
'Huh, I should probably pee on him next time.'
He thought, a devilish smirk forming in his mouth as he continued to watch Delia, his mom, and her swaying hips.
'Might as well make things interesting.'
Living as a baby again was, frankly, boring as hell. He was stuck in a body that barely moved, unable to speak, trapped in a crib, and worst of all—no modern comforts.
The room around him was filled with old, antique furniture. Outside, horses and carriages clattered down the street instead of cars.
It was like living in one of those fantasy novels or medieval isekai worlds he used to binge-read in his previous life.
'I've read plenty of manga and novels about getting reborn in another world, but this…?' He let out a sigh.
'Where's the system? Where's the beautiful goddess who gives me some OP cheat skill?'
Frustrated, he kicked his tiny feet and flailed his arms, trying to punch the crib mattress with all his might.
Nothing about this rebirth made sense. All he could do was roll over occasionally, and even that was a struggle.
The only fun things? Every time he managed to roll over, his mother praised him like he'd just won the Olympics.
Also he could suck on Delia's tits everyday and it was already a dream come true to some man.
'Fine,' he thought, gritting his nonexist teeth.
'Let's roll to the right and get a better view of Mom's ass—uh, the garden.'
He struggled, trying to get some momentum as his body wriggled and twisted. But mid-roll, he noticed something that made his blood boil—his mother was talking to a tall, muscular man with jet-black hair.
Claude's eyes narrowed as he watched the scene unfold. Delia's face flushed a little too pink, her eyes sparkling as if the man was charming her.
'Who the hell is that guy?!' his tiny body tensed up as he watched, horrified.
'Is he flirting with her?' His heart rate sped up, a mix of anger and panic bubbling up.
'This is bad! If that guy starts something with her, Enzo's gonna flip, and my second life's about to turn into a murder mystery!'
He knew so well that his father's temper was bad, really bad. Even the bad food could make him as cold as ice.
He never saw him blow up, but he knew not to mess with someone that even the slight bad mood from them was scary as hell.
His tiny fists waved in the air as he tried to shout, but all that came out was a high-pitched baby wail.
'No way am I letting this happen! Not on my watch!'
He summoned all his baby strength to complete the roll. He was almost there—just a little further!
But just as his body twisted, he slumped forward, landing face-first into the soft crib mattress.
'Damn it! Now I can't see a thing!'
His muffled screams were swallowed by the bedding as he lay in a prone position, utterly defeated.
The only thing he could see now was the white sheet beneath him. His little chest heaved with exhaustion, and his heartbeat pounded in his tiny ears.
'I swear,' Claude thought bitterly, 'if I survive this weird second life, I'm coming back as something with more freedom. A cat, maybe. Yeah, cats have it easy.'
For now, though, he was stuck, his tiny body too tired to roll back over, his fate left in the hands of the flirting man and whatever drama would unfold next.