Day 2: The Start of a New Day
I woke up to the sight of my father, who was all smiles. As I gazed at his face, I realized I might have been exaggerating things—hurray, I can see colors! Just kidding, please put me down, you monster! My father lifted me up and carried me outside. Yay! My first adventure awaits!
Wait, the door to the outside is that way! Nooo, my adventure—sayonara! Now that that's settled, it seems I'm being taken to my mother. Uhm, Dad, Mom's that way! I futilely raise my arms in her direction while he carries me away. Now that I think about it, I don't even know my name here. I was Chris Reynolds in my previous life, so I'll stick with Chris until I get my new name.
Chris is being taken to a room that feels steeped in rituals. I'm shocked by the grotesque sights around me—children with their heads bitten into by unimaginable monsters. Okay, I digressed into a dreamland for a moment, but anyhow, I'm being carried into a vast hall of unknown dimensions. The sheer number of people around me is intimidating. I'm raised into the air like Simba in *The Lion King*, and everyone falls to one knee, paying respect to the new heir of the royal family—me! Alright, you caught me; I fell back asleep while my dad carried me and was making things up. But a man can dream, can't he?
A cold breeze sweeps across the open fields, jolting me awake. My gaze flits around in excitement, as if to say, "Here I come, world!" To my right, I see open fields where people are tilling the land, while a vast forest lies to my left, with a few individuals chopping wood.
Ah, a tree just fell! I yell, "Timber!" Nope, that didn't go as planned; I ended up crying instead. My dad pats me on the back and rocks me back to sleep. I fought it to the bitter end, mind you, and it was an epic battle—no one can tell me otherwise. It lasted days and nights in my mind. Who am I kidding? I fell asleep within 2-3 minutes.
Another day? Maybe not. I find myself in a crib, staring at a brown ceiling that could be wood or stone. I struggle to stand but fail. Instead, I roll over and start crawling toward the edge of the crib, peering over the room. I take in my surroundings: a shelf half-filled with books, a cupboard, a bed, a lamp (??), armor like that worn by knights, a small table, a jug (probably filled with water), and, of course, my crib.
Now that I've taken in my surroundings and concluded that I'm in another world, I can't help but curse my luck—or fate, or whatever has led me to this situation. Many might say, "Come on, it's the classic isekai scenario! Show a little excitement! You can learn magic and even get a harem with elves or beast girls!" They might insist that a harem is every man's dream or something.
But honestly, I'd rather just find a cozy spot and sleep like there's no tomorrow. Chris used Yawn. It's super effective—Chris fell asleep. Zzz…
I wake up to a burning sensation on my eyelids from the sun's rays streaming through the window. Before I even open my eyes, I cry out, "It burns!" I roll around in bed, trying to escape the monsters attacking me with all this light.
Eventually, I find myself in a dark room, drenched in wet clothes. I blame the jug of water—what a little bastard for soaking me while I sleep! I know it was you; I heard the heavens declare, "Jug used Splash on Chris. It's super effective—Chris is drenched." I'll have my revenge one day, jug. You hear me? When I grow up, I'll break you into pieces, so watch your back!
Time to call for reinforcements, so I use my special skill: crying. What do you expect? I'm only two days old at most! I can hardly move, and you expect me to run around and have adventures? My mother arrives in regal fashion, moving with an elegance that demands respect—and respect she gets. Her platinum hair and ruby eyes make my own eyes gleam with happiness and excitement. Who knew I could fall in love at first sight with my own mother?
She picks me up and takes me for a bath. Oh my god, I've been corrupted! These weird feelings and butterflies in my stomach—burp! Okay, that was a lie. Well, except for the love-at-first-sight part. Who doesn't feel that? Stop thinking weird thoughts; you're making me sick! It's familial love, not anything else—mind your dirty thoughts, you sick weirdos!
After my bath and a change of clothes, I'm ready to ponder the age-old question: Who exactly am I? I really need to know, or I might spiral into an existential crisis. Hmm… now that I think about it, where exactly am I? What am I? When am I? Technically, where was I born (world, continent, country, city, town, village, etc.)? Yes, I'm asking these questions for the sake of word count for when I write my book—so screw you all!
Anyway, my thoughts have been wandering quite a bit lately. Is it because I'm a baby, or is it just me?
Am I really not dreaming? Am I the only one with this problem? Am I the hero? (That would be funny.) Am I the villain? Who knows? With my personality, I might end up like that character who sleeps and embodies the sin of sloth.
So, thinking about it now—yes, I said it again, so what? I think I should really meditate and try to sense the essence of this world or something.
Thus, on this otherworldly journey, our hero takes his first step toward becoming the best he can be—through meditation. Hero used Meditation. Hero is confused and fell asleep instead; it's super effective—our hero fell asleep. Zzz…