As Jay closed his eyes and sank into a deep slumber, the strange sensations he had experienced before—drowning and freezing cold—did not return.
This time, although his senses were completely sealed, his mind remained clear.
He could not see, hear, or feel anything, yet his consciousness remained awake.
And because of that, he began to think about his current situation.
"At first, it was hard for me to believe that I had died in that accident… but after meeting the Soul King, I can no longer deny it."
In the beginning, Jay had assumed that after death he would simply be reincarnated with a new identity, his memories erased like in many stories he had read before.
Perhaps that would have been the case if the Soul King had not intervened.
But now, the real question was something else.
"What kind of world am I going to be reborn into?"
Jay was certain that it wouldn't be a normal world like Earth.
After all, if it were, the Soul King wouldn't have given him his power and knowledge.
Which meant only one thing.
"My next life… probably won't be easy."
Jay let out a mental sigh.
"How troublesome."
But strangely, instead of fear…
He felt excitement.
And it was genuine.
In his previous life, he had never experienced anything truly thrilling. His life had been nothing more than studying, working, and repeating the same routine every day.
Like a machine following a fixed program.
There had been no adventure.
No excitement.
No freedom.
But now…
Everything was different.
"Well… whatever happens, happens."
With that thought, Jay stopped worrying and simply waited.
Waited for the day he would be born again.
//...//
The Runcandel Family.
A clan renowned across the world for producing countless genius swordsmen.
For generations, they had ruled with overwhelming strength and authority.
Members of this family were born with powerful physiques and extraordinary talent for swordsmanship.
Their creed was simple.
Combat. Conquer. Control.
These three words defined the very essence of the Runcandel clan.
And today, the usually composed household was filled with unusual tension.
Because a new heir was about to be born.
Inside one of the chambers of the great mansion—
Waaah!
The loud cries of newborn children suddenly echoed through the room.
To be precise…
There were two cries.
The nannies and servants who had been anxiously waiting immediately sighed in relief.
The children had been born safely.
At that moment—
Creaaak.
The door to the chamber slowly opened.
A man walked inside.
He had long, messy white hair and a powerful physique forged through countless battles. His presence alone was enough to make the entire room fall silent.
The moment the nannies saw him, they immediately knelt.
"Greetings, Patriarch."
The man was Cyron Runcandel.
He gave a slight nod and walked toward the bed where the children's mother lay resting.
"How are you feeling?" he asked calmly, his tone devoid of visible concern.
The woman, though exhausted, managed a faint smile.
"I'm a little tired… after all, there are two of them."
Cyron nodded.
"Hmm."
He then walked toward the crib where the newborn babies had been placed.
Inside lay two infants, sleeping peacefully.
One had white hair.
The other had black hair.
Both appeared healthy and strong.
After observing them for a moment, Cyron called out,
"Head Nanny."
A middle-aged woman stepped forward respectfully.
"Yes, Patriarch."
Cyron spoke calmly.
"Who do you think should take care of them?"
To outsiders, it might seem strange that the head of the Runcandel family would ask a nanny for advice.
But within the clan, everyone knew that the Head Nanny was not a simple servant. She was responsible for raising and guiding the young members of the family.
The woman replied,
"Patriarch, I had been thinking about this since Madam became pregnant. A few days ago, a girl came to me with a request."
"She asked to become the nanny of the next young master."
Cyron glanced at her.
"Is she capable? And trustworthy?"
The Head Nanny nodded confidently.
"She is both capable and completely loyal."
"Her name is Gilly Mcrolan."
Cyron nodded slightly.
"Very well."
"Arrange for her to take care of these two brats."
He then glanced at the infants once more.
"The one with white hair will be named Jay."
"And the one with black hair will be named Jin."
After giving his instructions, Cyron Runcandel turned and walked out of the chamber without another word.
After what felt like an eternity of sleep, Jay's senses slowly began to return.
At first, everything was blurry and chaotic.
He could hear several voices around him.
They sounded panicked… and hurried.
At the same time, Jay felt an intense pressure surrounding his body.
It was suffocating.
Instinctively, he struggled.
After several efforts, he finally pushed forward—
And suddenly—
Cold air touched his body.
Everything felt wet and uncomfortable.
Jay tried to assess the situation.
And soon, realization dawned upon him.
"So… I've really been born."
For some reason, as soon as he entered the world—
He began to cry loudly.
Perhaps it was simply a newborn's instinct.
After cleaning him carefully, a nanny placed him into a crib.
Next to him lay another baby who was sleeping peacefully.
Jay glanced at the child briefly.
"That must be Jin…"
But before he could think further, an overwhelming wave of fatigue washed over him.
His newborn body had exhausted all its energy.
Slowly, his eyelids closed.
And he drifted back into sleep.