Chapter 2 — A World Unfamiliar
Days slipped by in the hazy blur and Azeroth has somewhat adapted to his new life as an infant.
Strange as it was to nurse from his mother and be carried everywhere, he couldn't exactly complain after all, he needed milk it. And though he wouldn't say it out loud; it wasn't exactly the worst situation to be in.
Meanwhile, his mind, which was that of an adult worked overtime to understand the new place he has found himself in.
And the more he saw, the more he realized that this new life wasn't just different — it was entirely other.
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Two Sisters…?
The first shock came in the form of two girls who burst into his life with excited pitter-pattering footsteps and shrill squeals.
Alina — tall, bright-eyed, no younger than ten.
Sophia — bubbly, mischievous, barely five.
Both of them were his sisters.
That part was fine.
What wasn't fine… was how his parents didn't look a day older than twenty.
How?
How does a pair not much older than twenty have children that old!?
Did they have kids at ten? Or do people in this world age backward!?
He couldn't decide if he was to horrified or impressed at the thought.
In addition to this many people came to see him, all cooing over the newest Clinton child. Though he could not yet understand their exact relationship to him, he understood enough to know that his birth meant something.
Something significant.
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His new home was an ancient castle straight out of medieval Europe — towering walls, stone corridors, stained glass, long tapestries swaying in drafts of cold mountain air.
But inside…
Inside was another story entirely.
Azeroth nearly choked the first time he noticed some of the "decorations."
A massive wolf's head mounted on the wall.
Except it wasn't just a wolf.
Huge fangs.
Dark, matted fur.
And right in the middle of its forehead…
A single, unblinking eye.
Nope.
Nope, nope, nope — that is not normal wildlife.
That's a boss monster from a video game.
And it wasn't alone.
He saw creatures with twisted horns, scaled hides, multiple tails — things no zoologist on Earth could explain. Their preserved heads lined hallways like trophies, and each one whispered:
This world isn' Earth.
The little doubt he'd held onto from before evaporated completely.
But none of that compared to the moment everything clicked.
His mother had taken him for a walk. A normal, peaceful stroll…
…straight into the soldiers' training yard.
The second he saw it, the old Sam in him surfaced.
'Holy shit!'
But only the sound of a growling baby came out.
What he witnessed was beyond anything his imagination had prepared him for.
Soldiers casually lifting weights that belonged in superhero movies. hundreds of kilograms at the very least.
A couple of others moving fast enough to blur.
And then—
A soldier exhaled. A strange, shimmering aura burst from his body. The rock before him—a boulder over a ton in weight—exploded under the force.
It was like movies or anime where they had control over some forces like qi, mana, or whatever this power was. This was something he never expected to witness, even though he had joked about the idea of cheats or a mysterious grandpa in a ring, but he never expected… this.
This was straight up anime level stuff.
And every cell in his body screamed with excitement.
Another thing Azeroth managed to grasp—ironically the most normal of all—was that his new family definitely wasn't ordinary. No average household lived in a massive stone castle filled with bustling servants and patrolling soldiers.
Even without knowing how big the castle was or how many servants or soldiers they truly had, but it was a lot from what he had seen in just a few days.
And honestly? That was great news.
Having a strong background was clearly going to be a huge advantage for him in this world.
He could not be sure if the resources or knowledge of the extraordinary power that he saw was being controlled by powerful groups or forces. So having a backing was nice.
He knew nothing of the people, the structure of their society, or the workings of this world,
But he did know human nature.
Selfishness. Greed. Ambition. The hunger for power.
If the troupes he read were anything to go by, these things do not change no matter what world you get dropped into.
If extraordinary ability existed, then so would the people desperate to seize, hoard, and control it for their benefits.
And he did not have much expectation that there would be some sort of human rights in this world.
Anyway, watching those soldiers show such strength was a mind-blowing experience for him, and he really wanted to know how it worked and what the limits were.
For someone like Sam—someone who'd grown up on anime, manga, and superhero movies—discovering that people here could wield real, tangible strength was like stumbling into a dream. The kind of dream kids fantasized about but never expected to experience.
Curiosity had always been his greatest drive even in his previous life, and it burned even brighter now. His mind buzzed with questions from dawn till night.
Unfortunately…
He was but a baby.
One whose greatest accomplishment was not rolling off the bed and not bringing the castle down with his cries.
Still, time moved quickly.
And in just two months, he had pieced together a surprising amount of information simply by watching and listening.
He couldn't speak yet but he could understand people. Servants tended to gossip near him, and their whispers slowly revealed the picture of his new life.
His family name was Clinton.
His father was Leon Clinton.
His mother, Selena Clinton.
They belonged to a hereditary noble family with a history stretching back over a thousand years. Once, long ago, the Clintons had even held the lofty title of Duke.
But not all stories aged gracefully.
With time, their might had faded. Now the title they possessed was only that of Viscount—a shadow of past glory.
Even so, "declined" didn't mean weak.
Thanks to his grandfather—whom Azeroth had still not seen—the family had been slowly recovering in recent decades. Their influence was rising again, their armies growing stronger, their reputation sharpening.
At present, they were considered the strongest viscounty in the northern region of the Indra kingdom, with military strength surpassing multiple viscounts put together.
Not bad.
Not bad at all.
It would seem he'd been reborn into privilege, power, and legacy—exactly the kind of environment where a future monster could grow.