"This is crazy. Being a baby," thought Jean as he was gently rocked by the wet nurse.
Jean let himself be carried away by the gentle movement and soon fell asleep.
When he woke up, Jean saw a man with black hair, a steady gaze, blue eyes, and fair skin carrying him in his arms. The man was Viscount Demian Gray.
"Your name will be Dylan Gray," said the viscount in a firm voice, but with a look of pride in his eyes.
"Beautiful mother with blonde hair, father with black hair and blue eyes like the deep sea. The name Dylan Gray. I think I'm screwed. Perhaps I was reincarnated as the protagonist of the novel "The Savior Without Glory."
It wasn't because he wanted to cry, but his baby instinct reacted to the countless thoughts that flooded Dylan's mind, and in the end, he ended up crying uncontrollably.
••••
"I'm supposed to have been reborn into a world with magic. But no matter how hard I try, I can't feel the magic. If this continues, when I turn three, my current father will be demoted to baron," thought Dylan, as he moved his hands, trying unsuccessfully to control his movements.
Dylan had been reborn into a world where magic was one of the greatest sources of power.
In that world, high-ranking nobles possessed great talents, but when a family fell from grace and their magical potential diminished, they were demoted to make way for lower-ranking nobles with potential who were willing to protect the kingdom of Acadis, since on the great continent of Santerior, disputes between kingdoms were constant.
••••
-goo goo ga...goo ga...-That was Dylan trying to talk.
"It's useless, I can't talk; I don't know what I expected, I'm a baby, but a month of being carried around, unable to do anything, gets boring. Reincarnation definitely has its downsides," thought Dylan.
The baby was lying in a burgundy wooden crib with soft blankets and mattresses, while his nanny watched over him.
When she slept, Dylan kept trying to sense the mana, although for the moment the only thing he could control at will was the urge to cry.
"This is so worrying. Where is my almighty system?" Dylan wondered.
[Heroic System greets the host]
"You've got to be kidding me. I'm telling you right now, I'm not going to be a hero. Go find another reincarnated or transmigrated person," Dylan replied in his mind when he saw the name of the system that had appeared.
Shortly after, Dylan felt hungry.
"Oh well, time to cry," Dylan said to himself.
His cries woke up the wet nurse, who rushed to feed Dylan.
••••
Two months later.
Dylan was sleeping in the arms of his beautiful mother, who was wearing an elegant light-colored dress.
The afternoon breeze was cool, and they were in a small park in the small garden of Viscount Demian's mansion.
The nanny looked at the child who was being held by his mother. She had grown quite fond of the beautiful baby with golden eyes and hair as black as night.
Dylan woke up, saw his mother, and smiled sweetly.
"I adore you, my little Dylan," said the beautiful Anelia, hugging her son gently.
"Yes, the first thing you have to do to live a good life is to earn your parents' love so they never reproach you," thought Dylan, whose efforts over the last few months had been spent learning to smile sweetly.
[Hero, please reconsider]
[This world needs heroes to end the chaos and face the Primordials who will soon awaken]
"Weren't you a system? How can you reason so well?" asked Dylan, who had ignored the system for the past two months.
"Don't call me a hero. I already told you that you can find someone else who is willing to sacrifice themselves," Dylan replied, pouting, and then cried because he was hungry.
[The host agrees to disconnect from the system]
[Accept] [Reject]
"I accept," Dylan replied without hesitation as his mother fed him with a bottle.
[The heroic system bids farewell to the host]
"Yeah, yeah, good luck. There are plenty of dreamers out there, you'll have no trouble finding one," Dylan said goodbye.
••••
Dylan felt cold as he slept in his crib. It had only been a month since the heroic system disappeared, and he still couldn't sense mana.
[You show indifference toward a dire future]
"What the hell are you?" Dylan asked, somewhat angry, thinking he was facing another altruistic system.
Then Dylan began to cry, and the wet nurse got up and breastfed him.
[Do you want to bond with me?]
Dylan showed an angry expression because, as a baby, his expressions were simple.
"Are you feeling bad, my little one?" asked the beautiful wet nurse.
"I think this woman sees me as if I were her son. I hope she's not crazy," Dylan thought as he closed his eyes and continued drinking milk.
[I can help you be strong]
"If you insist so much, no one will love you," Dylan replied.
[What do you want?]
"Rather, what do you want? You insist so much that you must want something," Dylan replied.
[I want revenge.]
"That's not how you tempt anyone. Who do you want to kill?" asked Dylan, who began to be rocked by the nurse.
[A Primordial who betrayed me.]
"You can go. You sound like that other system," replied Dylan, who fell asleep shortly after.
••••
At dawn, Dylan sat up in his crib, now with a new system beside him, which continued to try to convince him like a con artist.
"I need to start moving more and taking advantage of my meals," Dylan thought as he moved around, rolled over, and sat up in his crib.
"If I keep this up, I'll be crawling at 5 months. I'm a prodigy baby," Dylan thought smugly.
The door to the room with blue walls and yellow carpet opened, and the beautiful Anelia came in to see her son.
"Goo...goo...ga," Dylan babbled, and his happy mother took him in her arms.
"My adorable little son, today your father is returning from the assembly of nobles," Anelia said in a cheerful tone that reflected her love for Demian.
"Wow, this is where things start to get ugly," Dylan thought.