In a small village, there is a house that is currently crowded with people. Their faces reflect anticipation and happiness mixed with some worry. Suddenly, a baby's cry is heard from within the house. After some time, the door opens, and a woman steps out with a smile on her face.
She turns her head and nods at a man standing near the house. When the man sees the woman's nod, his tensed eyes glow with happiness.
"Miss, is my child okay? And what about my wife's health?" the man asks hurriedly, his voice filled with concern. This man, with black hair and muscular build, anxiously waits for her response.
The woman smiles and nods. "There's no need to worry about their health. Both mother and baby are out of danger. I should congratulate you, Chief. You've become a father!" She steps aside, making way for him to enter the house.
Hearing the woman's words, the man's face blooms with happiness as he enters the house. Inside, he sees a woman lying unconscious, and a baby crying nearby.
The man's name is Bryan, and he is the chief of this small village. When Bryan sees his wife and child, he feeled relieved. Then his focus shifts to the baby. As Bryan looks into the baby's eyes, the little boy who was still crying, gazes back at him, almost as though he's studying him back.
Bryan stares at the baby for a moment and feels a strange sensation, as if the newborn is trying to communicate something. After thinking about it for a while, he shakes his head, dismissing the thought as mere imagination. How could a newborn baby do something like that? Shifting his focus back to his wife, who is currently in a deep sleep, he notices her beautiful face, now calm and peaceful. Bryan sits next to her and, without waking her from her sleep, he gently holds her hand in his hands and starts pondering something.
This newborn baby is Arya. After being born into this new world, Arya realized he had found fortune in his misfortune. Perhaps luck, having long neglected him, was now offering compensation for his past struggles and giving him the opportunity to finally possess unnatural powers he had only imagined before.
Being born was not a pleasant experience for him, but due to his unnatural wisdom, he noticed something extraordinary—the woman responsible for delivering him was using magic. At first, this realization filled him with happiness, but his wisdom soon became the second source of his awe and curiosity.
Arya still remembers the memories of his nine lives—none of which were remarkable. Each life was filled with struggles, failures, and all the ordinary mortal life's experiences.
In his ninth life, Arya lived on Earth, a planet where magic and power were nothing but stories. Now, with a mind full of memories but no energy or ability to speak, Arya can only cry. He wants to ask questions and communicate, but all that comes out of his mouth is the wail of a baby.
After trying for a while, Arya gives up and stops crying. In a way, he accepts his current helplessness. For now, he can only wait for the day when he can truly express himself.