From the balcony of the royal castle, the people of Daxin gathered below, their voices a mixture of cheers and jubilant cries. In the hands of Ryan Crimson, the strongest swordsman on the continent, a newborn was raised high—an announcement to the entire kingdom of the birth of a new member of the Crimson family. The citizens celebrated the arrival of their new young lord, wishing him a prosperous and happy life.
But inside that small body, the newborn wasn't just any ordinary infant.
Luke's POV:
He opened his eyes, his vision still blurry from the bright sunlight that washed over the vast land of Daxin. It was breathtaking—a beautiful paradise of sprawling green fields, shimmering rivers, and towering mountains in the distance. A feeling of awe swept over him, but it quickly turned to fear as he realized his situation.
He was high above the ground, being lifted from the balcony of what looked like a grand castle. The crowd below seemed so far away, and the sensation of height made his tiny heart race in panic. His breaths came faster, and he instinctively squirmed, trying to comprehend what was happening.
Where am I?
As his vision cleared, he saw the face of a tall, imposing man who held him up with strong hands. The man looked no less than a king—a figure of power and authority that seemed to radiate from him like a force of nature. His gaze was stern but protective. The man's eyes seemed to hold the weight of a thousand battles, and yet there was a flicker of warmth in them as he looked down at the newborn child.
Luke's thoughts raced.
Who is this man? Where is this place?
Then, like a floodgate bursting open, memories rushed back to him. This wasn't just any strange world he had been born into—he wasn't even supposed to be here at all.
I... I'm Arshit Mann.
The name rang clear in his mind. He had gone to bed as usual, expecting to wake up the next morning in his familiar bedroom after a good night's sleep. But now... he was no longer in his world. His body felt different, smaller, weaker. And then the realization struck him with such force it almost took his breath away:
I've been isekai'd into another world.
The life he had lived before—the comforts of his past, his identity as Arshit Mann—was gone. And now, here he was, reincarnated as a newborn child in a family he knew nothing about, in a world that felt entirely foreign. The tall man who held him, the massive castle, the people cheering below—none of it made sense.
A strange mix of confusion, fear, and curiosity filled his mind as he began to understand his new reality. He was no longer the person he used to be. He was now Luke Crimson, the youngest child of the mighty Crimson family, born into a world of swords, mana, and unimaginable power.
But for all the strength and glory of this new life, Luke couldn't shake the feeling of being a stranger in his own body. The memories of his past life were still fresh in his mind, and the weight of this new existence pressed down on him.
What does this world hold for me? He wondered.
He had been given a second chance at life, but whether it was a blessing or a curse remained to be seen.
The crowd continued to celebrate, unaware of the internal turmoil within the young lord. For the people of Daxin, the birth of Luke Crimson was a moment of joy and hope. But for Luke, it was the beginning of a journey unlike any he could have ever imagined.
The sounds of celebration from the grand hall felt distant. His mind was overwhelmed with confusion and sadness. The joy of his new life in Daxin was overshadowed by memories of his past.
Where are my parents? What about my friends? he wondered. The thought that they were missing him and worrying about him was both frightening and heartbreaking. He had been taken from his old life without warning, and the idea that they might never know what happened to him made his chest ache.
He glanced up at the tall figure of Ryan Crimson, who had held him earlier. Though the man's presence was strong and reassuring, it couldn't replace the comfort of his old life. The grandeur of the castle and the cheering crowd were stark reminders of how different everything was now.
It was the beginning after the end for Luke, he thought, as the weight of his new reality settled in. The grandeur of his new surroundings felt distant and cold compared to the warmth he remembered from home. Soon the day ended and luke was put in a cradle to rest.
Ryan Crimson's Perspective:
Ryan watched his son from a distance, his usual stern demeanor softened. He sensed the weight of expectations that came with being a Crimson. His wife, Elara, looked at their son with a mixture of love and concern.
"Ryan," she said gently, "our son will face many challenges. We must guide him well."
He nodded, understanding that while the future was uncertain, they needed to support their son.
For now, Luke's new life was filled with questions and a deep sense of loss. He was just beginning to understand his place in this new world, and it would take time for him to adjust and find his way.