Days turned into weeks.
Weeks turned into months.
And baby **Hēi Lang** slowly began understanding his new life.
Unlike his previous world, where Kang Jun often felt ignored even at home, this place felt… warm.
Servants smiled when carrying him.
His mother gently rocked him to sleep every night.
And his father, though strict-looking, always stopped by to check on him after clan duties.
At first, Hēi Lang thought it was temporary kindness.
But it wasn't.
This family truly cared.
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Then came the siblings.
First, his **second brother, Ha Min**, eight years old.
Loud, energetic, and always causing trouble.
He often poked Hēi Lang's cheeks.
"Why does he look so serious? Babies are supposed to smile!"
Hēi Lang stared blankly.
*Because mentally I've paid bills and suffered office life, kid.*
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Then there was the **eldest brother, Ha Joon**, ten years old.
Calm and responsible.
He sometimes sat beside the crib, reading martial manuals aloud.
"Father says he'll grow strong," Ha Joon once whispered while watching him sleep.
Hēi Lang blinked.
*Pressure already? I just learned how to control my neck.*
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And finally…
The greatest threat in the household.
His two-year-old sister.
Ha Rin.
She waddled toward the crib one afternoon, climbed with great effort, and proudly shouted:
"Baby potato!"
Then hugged him so tightly he almost suffocated.
*So this is how I die in my second life…*
From that day onward, the nickname spread across the estate.
Servants laughed.
His brothers laughed.
Even his parents laughed.
Only Hēi Lang suffered quietly.
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Yet…
Despite the chaos, something inside him softened.
In his past life, Kang Jun never truly felt protected or valued.
Here…
He did.
And slowly, a silent promise formed.
*If anyone harms them…*
*I'll make them regret it.*
Silently.
Without anyone knowing.
A wolf… hidden in a cradle.