"The novel has been locked in the 'little dark room' once, so I guess it counts as having some seniority."
"This is a Mushoku Tensei fanfiction. Even if you haven't read the original, you can still read this. Just knowing that Rudeus is the protagonist of the original work is enough."
The novel is a harem story, but it doesn't abuse the original protagonist, nor does it compete with Rudeus for White (Sylphiette) or Blue (Roxy).
\"Other female characters will be collected if possible. The novel is frequently audited and has been revised countless times. If you like this type of novel, I suggest following every chapter instead of stockpiling them. Hope you all like it."
(The main story begins below!)
This is Akihabara, the holy land of the 2D world. Ever since I came to Japan, this is the place I wanted to visit most.
Wow, it's Ken Kaneki, and Miyuki Shiba. Over there is Jibril from No Game No Life. So much cosplay on the streets; this truly is my paradise. Time to stock up.
Attack on Titan Blu-ray Collector's Edition, wow, love it, gotta have it. Kill la Kill, Gurren Lagann—I have to buy them all. Can't miss a single one.
Passing through the light novel section, I saw a surprise. I rubbed my eyes—unexpectedly, it's finally been published. Mushoku Tensei: Jobless Reincarnation. This is my favorite novel. Although it's only the first two volumes, I must get them today.
I bought 20 copies directly, planning to show off to my best buddies after returning home, and then, amidst their grateful gazes, give them the novels as souvenirs.
Leaving the shop, I looked at the heavy backpack I was carrying; it was full of my favorites. The sun scorched the earth, and I carefully shielded the backpack in front of my body, fearing my treasures inside might get bumped or scratched.
Just then, the rumbling sound of a car engine came from afar. What's going on? Isn't it a green light for the crosswalk? I looked to the left and saw a dump truck full of soil charging toward the zebra crossing without slowing down at all. Looking closely, damn it—the driver must have fallen asleep from fatigue. No matter which country, drowsy driving kills!
The truck was heading toward a woman pushing a stroller at about 60 km/h. It happened too fast; I didn't even have time to think. My body instinctively wanted to do something. I reached out and pushed the woman's back.
In that split second, I suddenly felt time slowing down. Every second happened frame by frame before my eyes. Seeing that the woman and the baby had been pushed to a safe position, the corners of my mouth inexplicably curled up. I wasn't out of danger yet, so why could I smile?
The truck was only a few meters away. I saw the driver's face as he suddenly woke up and tried to steer frantically. So careless. I wonder if the compensation for being hit by a car in Japan will reach my parents smoothly.
Without much thought, I instinctively used the bag in front of me to shield myself, hoping for some cushioning. Bang! I lost consciousness then and there.
I don't know how much time passed, but I woke up as if from a nightmare.
The only sensation I felt was pain. So this is what it feels like to be hit by a dump truck.
Through the tactile sense of my skin, I felt like I was surrounded by water. I couldn't open my eyes; it was pitch black, as if a membrane covered them. Am I blind?
I couldn't muster any strength in my body. Is this the effect of anesthesia? I tested it out; my limbs could move slightly. That's okay; being able to move my limbs means I haven't become disabled.
I tried to take a breath. Cough, cough, cough. I forgot I was underwater. I choked on the water. How on earth did I not suffocate?
Although I couldn't breathe, I didn't feel like I was suffocating. I felt around in the water with my hands and touched a smooth tube.
It was quite soft! I tried to squeeze the tube, tugged on it, trying to alert the medical staff outside that I was awake.
As I kept squeezing the tube, my head suddenly became groggy again, with a feeling of oxygen deficiency and chest tightness after holding my breath for a long time.
So I'll still die if I don't breathe? I gripped harder and tried to kick the wall of this water tank with my feet, wanting to make some noise.
Consciousness slowly faded.
I let go of my hand, preparing to welcome my death.
Phew. When I let go, I suddenly felt a miracle: a surge of air appeared in my chest again. How could I breathe air in the water? My nose didn't move, nor did I make any breathing motions, yet my consciousness gradually returned.
I started a new attempt. Although I couldn't see, I could use my hands to touch and my sense of touch to perceive the current environment. Perhaps this would be my only way to know the world after becoming blind.
I tried my best to feel with my hands. It was very strange here; I felt wrapped in something, and my head seemed to touch something soft. I tried waving my arms to see if I could get out of this strange place.
The strength in my hands wasn't enough, so I turned my body, gathered strength in my feet, and tried to puncture the soft membrane wrapping me, hoping to leave this hellhole!
armored dragon calendar 402 / November 11th, Gregorian Calendar, Night.
"Dear, it seems to be moving again. Come and feel it."
"Oh, beautiful Aria, the child must have just woken up and is saying good evening to you!"
There was a man and a woman in the room. The woman leaned against large pillows, her belly high and bulging. The man sat by the bed, gently stroking the belly to feel the resonance of their bloodline. The life inside the belly rotated left and right, occasionally pushing up against the large belly with small hands, the outlines of which were visible.
The woman said to the man, "I feel the child is particularly active today. It seems to have much more strength than before."
"Is that so? I saw it quiet down for a bit just now and thought it was going to sleep. I didn't expect it to become so excited now. It probably can't wait to see its mother, right?"
Ah, the woman clutched her belly and let out a painful groan. "I feel it kick me. It seems my amniotic fluid broke."
The man stood up nervously and shouted outside, "Someone! Quickly, someone! Call the midwife!"
Pain, my whole body hurt. After I used my feet to kick that membrane, I felt like I had kicked through something.
Then I felt the water around me slowly flowing out, and my body was being squeezed by something strange. Finally, someone realized I was awake. I was ready to leave this hellhole.
After being squeezed into a head-down, feet-up position, I suddenly felt a massive force. It felt like I was being squeezed by very resilient flesh; the immense pressure crushed my whole body, and my head felt like it was about to be flattened.
No time to think; there was only the sensation of pain in my head. I wanted to shout with my mouth, but I failed. I couldn't open my mouth, I couldn't move my body, and I couldn't open my eyes. This time, maybe I really was going to die.
In this torture, I don't know how much time passed. It felt like years, yet also like only a few hours.
My endurance had reached its limit. At this moment, I vaguely heard a woman's voice; she was also screaming heart-wrenchingly, as if she were shouting the sound I had been wanting to scream for me.
It was like I had found a kindred spirit. Was she in as much pain as I was? The difference was probably that she could shout it out, while I could only endure in silence!
Not long after, I felt like I slid out of somewhere. My body went from being completely wrapped to suddenly being able to stretch out—it was truly comfortable.
The pain also ended. It felt like I had been given a new life.
I felt the air, and my body tried to take a breath. Cough, cough, cough! My nasal cavity and throat were filled with an unknown liquid. I struggled to cough it out and tried hard to breathe the air.
Just then, my buttocks felt like they were slapped hard. I used all my strength to open my mouth and make a sound, "Waa, waa, waa, waa!" I finally cried out, and the liquid in my nose and throat flowed out along with my cries.
I vaguely sensed light in my eyes. I tried to open them and saw the faint glimmer of candlelight. There were several busy people. Judging by their clothes, were they maids?
I was completely dazed. What's going on? A strange European man with a small mustache, wearing a strange but complex formal suit, picked me up. I didn't know what he said—what language was that? Smack! He gave me a kiss on the face.
Waa, waa, waa, waa! I was scared to tears by him. My first kiss—no, it wasn't on the lips. But I didn't want to be kissed by a man either. Is this some kind of punishment? My first reaction was that I was going to be eaten by him; his huge face and huge mouth felt half as big as my face. Is this the land of giants?
I raised my hands. I seemed to have become a baby. My whole hand was very small, and my arms were full of chubby fat. Have I really reincarnated into a baby?
Am I going to have to go through nine years of compulsory education plus three years of hellish college entrance exams all over again? This is too tragic.
To prevent the man from continuing to kiss me, I could only keep crying. Fortunately, while I was crying, the man didn't do anything strange to me. He looked a bit embarrassed and handed me to someone else.
This was a blonde woman who looked about 20 years old, wearing silk pajamas, with big golden waves and a beauty mark at the corner of her eye. Does this look belong to Audrey Hepburn? Her beauty was like morning dew—clear, pure, yet carrying the gentleness of dawn.
Is this my mother? In that case, being reincarnated as a baby isn't bad.
After she took me, she turned me sideways and unbuttoned her clothes. Whoa, beautiful lady, don't! Men and women shouldn't be so intimate. I was full of joy, preparing to use my face for a close encounter with that place I hadn't touched since I was a kid.
Contrary to what I thought, after the actual contact, it felt a bit hard, completely different from what I expected. I clearly felt the collision of ribs.
I opened my eyes, feeling a bit awkward. I can't say there was nothing, but it was almost nothing—a bit better than a flat board, just like a normal fried egg.
I performed the normal operation of a nursing infant, like Noriaki Kakyoin eating cherries in JoJo. This was the first time in my 20 years of life that I had seen a baby's food source in person. The real thing is quite different from the pictures on the computer.
I decided: I will act like a baby and get enough nutrition from a young age so that I can grow up quickly.
"Xerxes, have you thought of a name for the child? Look how much he resembles you, staring blankly at my chest."
"Beautiful Aria, I've already decided. If it's a boy, we'll call him 'Daolin Prodia Grellat.' Liking flat chests is an indelible gene carved into the blood of us Prodia; we of the Prodia clan won't feel anything for those two lumps of fat. That kind of deformed existence is only liked by the equally disgusting Notos."
"Praise slender and beautiful women; only such women can be called beautiful. Aria, believe that your child will also be amazed by his mother's beauty in the future."
"But honey, I feel it's too small and might not be able to feed him. Should we hire a wet nurse so he can get full as soon as possible? I'm afraid he'll be hungry in a while."
"Aria, this is your child. The Prodia ancestral teaching is that one's own child must be breastfed by oneself. This way, it can be guaranteed that after the child is weaned, your beauty won't grow larger; it will get smaller and smaller. This is experience passed down from our ancestors; we must stick to it."
While the couple was discussing size, I fell into deep thought. Am I back to being an infant, or have I transmigrated? Looking at the people's clothes here, it shouldn't be Japan. The man and woman both look like Western Caucasians.
I didn't see any Asians nearby either. There's no electricity in the room; lighting is still provided by candles, and the style of this bed isn't modern. Have I returned to the medieval period of Europe?
This is too incredible. Are the dump trucks in Japan toxic? They send people to transmigrate every day. I guess there's no Granny Meng locally, so my memories are still intact.
This can be considered a blessing in disguise. I need to learn the language here quickly. What year is it? Is this still Earth?
Sigh, so many things to consider. This family environment seems pretty good; the room is so big. Although there are no computers, TVs, or phones, if I can live in a wealthy family and have a harem of wives and concubines, it wouldn't be bad.
Hey, hey, hey, lady, stop hitting me with your ribs. There's no cushioning at all; your ribs are really hard.