The dark environment began to wriggle and tighten. There was a glimmer of light ahead, and then that glimmer grew brighter and brighter.
Accompanied by intense gasps and a woman's moans, he burst out from a very narrow place.
Above was a wooden roof, and a plump and beautiful maid came into view.
"Miss Lynis, the young master is born."
Why was everything around in black and white? Oh right, he was still a baby. The transmigrator thought.
"Quick, let me hold him, Senaia."
The maid Senaia gently picked him up and placed him in another pair of gentle arms.
The transmigrator, who was about to face the evil slime, had his little head rubbed hard on the washboard.
It was simply impossible to put mouth and get fresh milk
"You don't want to drink milk? Then let's see how you feel after starving for a few days."
The beauty, who was top - notch in everything except her figure, pouted in confusion. It was the first time she had raised a child.
A waist - length white hair glistened naturally, shining even in the dark winter night.
What was most eye - catching were the two small curved demon horns on her head. Her beautiful face carried an evil and alluring beauty.
Her wine - red pupils held the laziness of seeing through men and a hint of slyness ready to stir. It seemed as if she regarded everyone as a nobody.
This was his mother, the little demon, Miss Lynis.
The transmigrator looked at Alan Greyst, who was making faces at him childishly.
"It seems this is that incompetent husband."
The transmigrator's words, when they reached Alan's ears, sounded like "aba Aba Adad."
"Little Ray, he's calling me dad."
"He seems to be saying you're an incompetent husband." Miss Lynis, the little demon, pointed out
sharply.
"Impossible. This little guy is clearly calling 'Aba Aba Aba'."
Ray was carried to the cradle by the maid Senaia.
Feeling the warm and harmonious family atmosphere, time seemed to pass very slowly at this moment.
So slowly that he could hear the creaking sound of Senaia gently rocking the baby bed,
so slowly that he could hear his mother's gentle words telling the story of the demon king defeating the mediocre hero.
So slowly that he could see the not - so - thick beard on his father's handsome face.
So slowly that he could see the warm sparks splashing from the firewood by the stove.
All of this made him recall the past of his previous life:
His father abandoned him and his mother and chose to divorce when he was too young to remember.
His mother also abandoned him and chose to be with a wealthy man. Alone, he had to live with his grandfather.
When he was a child, he was bullied by his classmates because he was an orphan.
In junior high school, he was rumored to be peeping in the girls' restroom, so he was isolated, ridiculed, and bullied by the whole class.
In high school, his grandfather, who had raised him, passed away due to illness. Besides the grief, he had to spend his spare time working part - time to earn tuition fees.
Finally, he was admitted to a key first - tier university, but his withdrawn personality and depressive experiences made him close himself off, becoming a gloomy person who only liked to stay at home and watch anime.
At the last moment of his life, the goddess gave him a chance to start anew.
But the gloomy and withdrawn him only wanted to become a goblin and live underground.
Fortunately, all the above were false, except that wanting to be the goblin king was true.He had both parents alive, and they were very talkative. He stayed at home watching anime.
His appearance was perfect, but his love experiences were too absurd. All the girlfriends he had were other people's wives.
This... This wasn't right.
The reason he wanted to become a goblin was just one word: "Cool."
"My goddess told me in a dream that the child's name is Ray Greyst."
Before Alan could finish, he was choked by Lynis's tearful expression.
"Alan, I can't believe you still have your first love goddess in your heart. Did you make an agreement with your first love that if you and her had a child in the future, you would name him Ray Greyst?"
"How could that be? Bessell is my stepmother now. Would my father, Count Alvin, let me go?"
"It was the avatar of wisdom,the radiance of the moon ,the goddess of water tell me . Our son is going to be the hero who will defeat the revived demon king in the future."
"Another goddess. Alan, you're such a flirtatious man. Even a goblin is better than you."
"Really, miss? It seems it's time to use my sword to shut your restless mouth."
As a man, Alan knew exactly how to shut a woman's restless mouth.
"Wu wu, Alan, what are you trying to do?"
Alan Greyst, the sword - master, picked up the little demon Lynis.
Ignoring her white and tender legs flailing randomly on his shoulders, he walked into the bedroom and closed the door.
He then blocked her dissatisfied mouth and punished her severely.
The surrounding floor and even the baby bed started to vibrate.
Thirty minutes later,
Alan and Lynis came out.
Alan's face was cold and abstinent, exuding the aura of a great sage.
Lynis's face was resentful and dissatisfied. She lightly licked her fragrant tongue, looking like a female succubus.
"Incompetent, incompetent, you're really incompetent, Alan."
"Little demon Lynis, you'll regret it."
"It seems it's time to activate the backup hidden energy."
Alan sneered disdainfully, grabbed a red potion from his pocket, poured it into his mouth, and instantly refined it.
In an instant, the limp sword regained its original sharpness.
"Let you, this greedy demon king, see what the real Hero's Sword is."
He picked up Miss Lynis again and walked into the bedroom. This time, the trembling feeling lasted for three or four hours.
Alan whose face void of vitality and the flushed - faced Lynis came out.
"Alan, didn't you say you'd make me remember how you fought for three days and three nights and made me submit?
What, my hero? You have no strength left? What a nobody."
Her wine - red eyes showed a sweet look like melting chocolate. Her pure white hair was scattered over her shoulders.
She was just short of showing a heart - shaped tail tip to transform from a little demon into a little succubus.
"Now it's my turn to be the hunter."
"Useless, useless, useless"
Under Alan's horrified gaze, Lynis showed a smile like a demon.
She forcefully poured three or four bottles of red potion into his mouth.
Then, just as Alan did to her, she picked up Alan, threw him onto the bedroom bed, and even carefully put handcuffs on him.
Then she blocked Alan's mouth.
This time, it lasted for a whole day and night. Lynis then dragged Alan, who was like a dead dog, back to the living room.
She was like a complacent monarch who had defeated the provoking mediocre hero, dominating the world with a lazy and disdainful look.
Even Ray Greyst, who had been hungry for two days and two nights, had a strange dream in a daze.
He dreamed that he was gnawing on a washboard filled with sweet milk inside.
It was soft and elastic to bite, and the milk fragrance filled the air. The taste was not bad.
Miss Lynis, the little demon, looked at him tenderly as he slept, a little life that had come out of her body.
Seemingly full, he started to move around and make strange mumbling sounds.
Then his diaper got wet, and the quilt got wet too.
From Lynis's perspective,
The sheet was wet, and the baby with a wrinkled brow seemed on the verge of waking up and crying.
Under a woman's instincts, Lynis changed the baby's diaper and the quilt.
Even though it was already very late at night, she forced herself to stay awake, rocked the cradle, and gently hummed a lullaby.
"The mediocre hero was defeated by the demon king. The mermaid poisoned the perverted prince. The princess fell in love with the dragon that abducted her..."
Soon, Ray's wrinkled brows were smoothed out by the motherly love, and he entered a sweet dream.
"Good night, baby. Whether you're a hero or not, mother will always love you."
She bent down and left a fragrant and moist kiss on Ray's sweet - sleeping face.
She leaned against the cradle and, together with the maid who accompanied her, fell asleep.