"Watch your mouth, old woman..."
Theodore's voice rumbled through the room like distant thunder. It wasn't loud, but the weight of his words pressed down on everyone present. Two towering men entered with purposeful strides, their eyes sharp as blades, locking onto the trembling midwife who had spoken out of turn.
Dawn, cradled in the midwife's arms, could hear the words clearly. Strangely, he could understand them perfectly, even though they were spoken in a language unfamiliar to him.
"Wow!" Dawn exclaimed internally. For a newborn, his thoughts were startlingly clear. The commanding aura of the men left him in awe, particularly the bearded figure who seemed oddly familiar, as though his very presence resonated with something deep within Dawn's soul.
The midwife, on the other hand, wasn't faring as well. Her face paled, and her knees quivered under Theodore's piercing gaze. The weight of her blunder bore down on her, leaving her bent and trembling.
"Darling!"
At this time, the woman who lay tired on the bed gently opened her eyes and called out in a voice that was sweet as honey.
Theodore's gaze, which was sharp as a razor, immediately softened, and a hint of tenderness appeared on his face. He immediately took rapid strides forward and appeared beside the bed, gently caressing the woman's face lovingly.
The woman's face turned red as a tomato by the loving gesture; she hurriedly raised her finger to point at Dawn, who was still in the hands of the aged midwife. "Our child."
How could Theodore not understand his wife's concern? He immediately looked at his brother from the corner of his eyes and signaled.
An abyss mark was tantamount to certain death in this world; after all, the mark holders were the embodiment of the Abyss, capable of opening a dimensional gate when they fully matured, allowing the Abyss to invade and consume all. As a result, their threat was similar to a walking time bomb that could explode at any moment.
If the Abyss mark holders weren't killed in time, the damage they did to human civilization was humongous.
Theodore himself had killed many people with the mark of abyss in cold blood.
After giving the midwife another look, Theodore turned his head away and once again focused back on the love of his life.
All the midwives present suddenly seemed to have understood something and collectively started to run frantically as fast as they could while some collapsed on the ground and started to beg for mercy.
"You can't do this lord Skylar, please let us live."
"I promise that the news won't be kekkaed…"
Theodore Skylar paid no head to their words, not even bothering to spare another glance.
Shing! Shing!
Suddenly, white light seemed to wrap around the throats of every single midwife present in the dark room, and in the next moment, all the midwives present, including the one holding Dawn, collapsed on the ground followed by a shower of blood. Strangely, however, Dawn didn't fall on the ground; his body remained fixated in the air as if he was being held by some unknown invisible hand.
Dawn, who finally managed to react after all the midwives fell on the ground, felt his blood run cold, an intense feeling of death gripped his heart.
"Am I going to be killed, just after I get the ability to move my body?"
Panicked filled his mind not allowing him to think straight; he didn't want to be killed when he finally got a second chance in another world.
His mind was suddenly gripped by a rebellious fighting spirit. He wanted to roar and fight against the strange power that was wrapping and coiling around his body like a slithering snake.
However, what came out of his mouth was only a loud, ear-piercing cry of a baby that seemed slightly amusing to all the adults present in the room.
When Dawn heard his own voice, he panicked even further.
"Hehe... this little guy sure is lively."
At this time, a loud, boisterous laugh broke Dawn's chaotic thoughts. In the next moment, he felt a strong but firm hand wrapping around his body and lifting him up.
Dawn saw a giant face coming closer to his body and looking at him with curiosity as well as a hidden hint of solemnity.
"Oh... so this is my youngest nephew."
Robert started to play with Dawn, completely ignoring the utter carnage and strong rancid smell of blood that filled the room; even Dawn seemed completely unaffected by the bloodshed as if he was used to all the bloodshed.
While holding the young Dawn in his arms, Robert walked closer to the couple who seemed to be lost in each other's company, leaving their newborn in the hands of Robert.
"Look at this little one, your parents don't seem to love you at all," Robert pinched Dawn's tender rosy pink cheeks and said while grinning.
His intentional words made the couple laugh out loud while still holding onto each other's hands.
Robert looked at this scene and sighed with emotion; he was always surprised by how much his brother and sister-in-law loved each other even after so many years.
Dawn, who had finally managed to calm down, looked at the couple's interaction and frowned.
It appeared even in this life his parents didn't love him.
Of course, he didn't care about the parents either; it was fine if they didn't like him for some reason. He had no strong feelings either; after all, in his previous life he was almost an adult and understood human nature best. It was also difficult for him to suddenly accept new people as parents.
"Shut up, you little bastard, how dare you spout nonsense," Theodore finally got up and barked somewhat angrily, but anyone could tell he was just pretending.
Seeing him getting up, Robert didn't hesitate and handed the young Dawn to him.
Dawn felt a prickling sensation all over his body when the gaze of his supposed father landed on him.
Suddenly, under Dawn's watchful eyes, Theodore's face turned a little dignified, and he muttered in a low voice that was almost inaudible.
"Little one, you may have been marked by the Abyss, but the destiny of a Skylar is in his own hands."
"I hope you won't let a simple mark define your destiny."
After hearing and understanding the words, Dawn's mental image of his new father improved slightly.
Theodore saw the flicker of intellect in the newborn's eyes and smiled in astonishment, then suddenly laughed out loudly.
"As expected, my youngest son is indeed extraordinary."
Just as Theodore was about to continue, he felt a meaningful gaze from behind, making him suddenly stop speaking.
Looking at this scene, Robert, who was watching all of this silently, smiled.
….
Time continued to pass, and with each passing moment, Dawn had an intense wave of dizziness wash over his head, making it difficult for him to keep his eyes open after all he was just born and needed plenty of sleep.
When he still had some semblance of consciousness, Dawn realized he was given a name by his parents, and strangely, he was still named Dawn by some strange coincidence.
Instead of feeling happy Dawn felt a little strange as if the fate from his previous life was still hunting him down.
While in a half-sleepy state, Dawn heard an almost ethereal voice, and a blue window displaying a row of text appeared in front of him.
[Detected that you are eighteen years old!]
"What is this voice?"
The sudden voice almost scared him shitless, fortunately for him there was no one to witness his exaggerated reaction.