"Little Xan, who's your daddy? Come on!"
Sitting across a playful handsome man was a baby, who blankly stared at him. The man playfully held the baby's hands, laughing gleefully.
He was struck in shock when the baby uninterestedly turned his face away, his beady eyes blankly looking at the big mirror at the side of the room.
"Little Xan... He's not interested in me?!"
A mature lady who was pouring flour in the kitchen giggled and jabbed, "Oh my, it seems like Little Xan could see through your pretense!"
The man was hurt even more by that jab, "Honey, how could you?! What sort of man do you think I am?!"
"Tsk, do you know how many girls you flirted with in high school? Even those female teachers started calling you a playboy!"
The man laughed awkwardly, "Well... That happened long ago. Why don't we forget it?"
As they talked, the baby was still blankly staring at the mirror, his chubby face foolish and cute, like how those babies were showcased on social media.
"Is this a dream? A dream can't be so realistic, right? Wait, is this the so-called lucid dream?"
Xander, a mighty man who everyone would call a Liver Emperor, was absolutely sure. This has to be a lucid dream!
Knowing this, he confidently crawled to his dad and arrogantly slapped his face, but since his hand was too small and weak, it only felt like a tap for his dad.
"O-Oh! Little Xan is so playful! Honey, look!"
"Hmph! That's clearly a slap, yet you consider it as a playful gesture. It reminded me of that time when you thought that a screeching girl was a sign that she likes you. How ridiculous!" The woman smirked as she mixed the flour with water and eggs.
"M-Mimi, why don't I take you out on a date?" The man, clearly experienced with handling his wife, coddled her incessantly. She was clearly indignant by the pictures he kept in his phone.
Who could blame him? Those are the memories of his high school days! How could he delete them?
Yes, the content was highlighting his playboy gait back then, but so what? It was all in the past!
"Whatever."
Despite her dismissive tone, she happily leaned on her husband, looking like a girl in love all over again.
In the end, doesn't this playboy end up with her?
Xander merely stared.
Hey, isn't this a lucid dream? How could a lucid dream show such dog food content? Could it be that he actually likes this kind of thing deep down?
Xander was doubtful. He, a 28 year old man, a fully grown man, a functioning part of society, actually desired this?
Nonsense!
The most concerning part is, he's actually not the husband, but the baby...
So he actually desired a loving family?
Xander thought deeply. That made much more sense.
As he was getting lost in thought, his father was done coaxing his mother and lifted him up, rubbing his nose, "Well then, Little Xan, it's time for breakfast. Since your mom is busy, I'll be the one that will feed you."
So, Little Xan, a full grown man in a baby, was forced to sit on a baby chair and watched as an airplane went for his mouth, "Woosh... Little Xan, be prepared! A supply has been sent by Jet N210 Remastered! Prepare, soldier!"
Xander was utterly baffled. Who feeds a baby like this?
Wait! Perhaps these are of his deepest desires? Military jet and getting fed?
Xander calmly accepted this all.
...Wake up!
This is my lucid dream! I could do whatever I want! Enough of this nonsense!
What kind of masculine, strong grown man would like to be fed this way?! No matter how melancholic he was about his childhood, and no matter how lonely his life used to be, who would recall the way they were fed as a baby?!
He can't even remember what happened in his life before he turned five!
Xander turned serious and screamed: Show me the money! Show me the gold! Show me the beautiful villa in a country village! Show me that invigorating peace any man would like!
Economic freedom! Carefree life! Living as a salted fish!
"Baba! Baa baa!"
Unfortunately, the only thing that came out of his mouth was a baby's babble. Xander froze in shock as his father shoved the food into his mouth.
"Good boy!" The man smiled smugly, "Honey, look! This boy also likes the new remastered jet!"
"Who likes that kind of thing except for those military and mechanic major maniacs?! And aren't you one too?!"
How could this be!
This is impossible!
Xander mentally breaks down. This is my lucid dream! I could do whatever I want!
Why am I still a baby? Why am I being fed by this man?! And why am I forced to watch this kind of dog food content?!
There's no way I desire these kinds of things!
He doesn't care if it was against the deepest desire of his being. He refused to like this nonsense!
I, Xander, a thorough 986 warrior, am an indomitable officer, would never kneel to this deepest desire nonsense!
Wake me up!
Enough of this!
...Xander blankly watched as his father carried him to the cradle and patted his butt, tucking him neatly into the folds before he went away with a gleeful laugh, followed by his mother's coy scream.
"...This!"
Why am I not waking up?
Perhaps it's a reserved dream where he would sleep to 'dream' his reality?
With no other choice, Little Xan closed his eyes.
Even his consciousness was like a baby, not capable of being awake for more than 3 hours, unlike his Liver Emperor self.
Even if it was a nonsense of a dream, it was quite realistic.
It's time to wake up.
Morning sunlight draped over his body, urging him to wake up.
Xander blankly looked at his chubby, little tender hands.
...He was still a baby.
"Honey! Don't forget to feed Little Xan! I need to work early this morning! The boss was held up by some matters, so I need to cover him for the morning. Sorry, little Xan."
The handsome man pulled his tie with a sandwich in his mouth after he patted Little Xan, seemingly in a hurry.
His wife quickly pecked him on the cheek and pushed some folders and a lunch box into his bag, following him into the car.
Little Xan watched it all blankly through the cradle's little gaps.
It was only when he woke up did he realize something.
Could it be that he was... transmigrated?
Little Xan lifelessly turned his body as he let his gaze wander around the room, feeling somewhat unreal.
An ordinary middle-aged worker who was still a bachelor in his late twenties like him could also be transmigrated?
Granted, he was just an orphan, so there was no sense of sadness. There's nothing he had left behind.
In the end, as a pragmatic adult, Xander shrugged his baby shoulders helplessly.
What can he do? Defy against fate? Just an ordinary worker, how could he possibly do that?
Might as well accept it.
It was also this time that he began to remember the last thing he saw before he became a baby.
He was just off his shift that night, calmly walking on the pedestrian pavement, when a massive truck on the road was forced to change its course due to a careless motorcyclist.
In the end, he became the sacrificial lamb of the accident.
If he ended up in a hospital, he would curse the living hell out of that motorcyclist.
But he ended up transmigrated.
"...Should I wish him a blessing of a lifetime?" Xander wondered as he moved his little body, his chubby face dumb and helpless.
Heh, who wouldn't like to be transmigrated?
Even those who became transmigrated as villains merely feigned sadness before ended up getting all the good things.
Xander deeply disdained them.
Or, perhaps the author intended the main cast to be mentally challenged, being sad for such a good thing?
However, as an adult, he is always criticizing his own thoughts. So right afterward, he began to think. Maybe the main cast never read novels?
Or perhaps he, as a reader, merely saw the good things and ended up overlooking the perilous situations since he knew the main cast wouldn't die anyway?
Or maybe he never really read the things that mainly showcased how the main cast constantly suffered?
You know, as a true 986 indomitable warrior, he only read novels with an overpowered hashtag over it. Why would he bother with novels with their main casts suffering when he already suffered enough in the real world.
"Hm, whatever."
It came out as, "Nghh... Bababa..."
No point in pondering such thoughts.
Since he had become a baby, might as well take full advantage of it.
"Little Xan, it's time for a bath."
His mother smiled as she pecked her Little Xan, carrying him to the bathroom.
It was at this time when he was carried by his mother that he began to notice something.
There was a name tag...?
As an avid reader, it's fine. He understood what this meant immediately. But the nametag was above an ant...?