Three days have already passed since the transmigration. And Lucien was still in shock; he was totally flabbergasted. He didn't expect this kind of thing to exist.
After all, he is a logical person who believes in facts and evidence rather than theories. He didn't expect to die and get reincarnated into the body of a newborn baby. All of this was really incredible to him.
But he quickly adapted; after all, there is no need to cry over spilled milk. What has happened has happened; he can't turn back time.
Since he has come to this new world, he will make the best of it. And besides, this is quite better than actually dying; after all, no one wants to die.
So being alive is a great thing to be happy about. But the only thing that made him feel bitter is that he is currently a baby, which makes it quite difficult for him to process things.
Thoughts that should have been simple were like trying to force a river through a straw. His infant mind would strain, a fuzzy static could cloud his consciousness, and then an irresistible leading fatigue would pull him under for hours.
Being stuck in a baby's body is not that pleasant at all. Just then, a long translucent finger poked his cheeks, interrupting him. He couldn't help but feel bitter; he already knows who that is: his mother.
His eyes rolled and landed on his mother. Every time he looked at her, he couldn't shake the feeling that the gods might have favorites because she was simply too stunning, more beautiful than those celebrities and stars back on Earth.
Her skin was as white as snow and soft as silk,completely flawless. With red lips and a pair of piercing green eyes that sparkled like emeralds,her face seemed to have been sculpted by the gods themselves.
If anyone were to tell him that this woman had given birth to three children, he wouldn't believe it, even if he were beaten to death, because she was just too breathtaking to be a mother of three.
"Hey, my dear Lucy, come hold mama's finger!" Lyria looked at her son lying in the orange crib and poked his chubby cheeks with her slender finger.
"Ba...wa!" Lucien turned on baby mode and let out a cry, reaching his chubby hands to hold Lyria's fingers with a smile on his face.
"Hey, Serena, look! He grabbed my finger!" Lyria exclaimed, excitement dancing in her eyes.
"Yes, Mom, I can see that," Serena, who was standing at the side, rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"I guess this is my big sister," Lucien thought as he looked at the young girl standing by Lyria. She quite resembles Lyria but has the same golden hair and emerald green eyes as her.
"Woah! Serena, are you jealous?" Lyria giggled as she looked at Serena's pouting face.
"How can I be jealous of my handsome baby brother? It's just that you have been all over him ever since you gave birth to him," Serena rolled her eyes and said.
"Of course, I have to be all over him," Lyria said proudly. "After all, he is my precious son, unlike the other two ungrateful children."
"Ahem!" Serena coughed slightly and looked at her mother with helplessness in her eyes.
"Whatever, you can do whatever you want." Lyria smiled and turned her attention back to Lucien.
"Here, my little Lucy. Grab mommy finger."
"What a beautiful smile."
Lucien gave a little smile as he reached out and grabbed her finger.
"Yes, that's it. My little Lucy is really intelligent at such a young age; he will grow up to be a genius," Lyria was really excited to see her son grab her finger again as she cast a proud look at Serena. "Better than you!"
"OK, Mom, you don't have to rub it in my face like that, OK? We all know that Lucien is your precious jewel." Serena rubbed her temples, frustration bubbling in her voice.
"Damn, this is really exhausting... just holding... a finger? Is this what it comes to?" The thought was a sluggish one, forming through a gathering mental fog. Lucien could feel the energy draining from him just from the effort of staying focused.
I suppose this is how babies feel; no wonder all they do is eat, poop, and sleep.
Lucien glanced at his mother and thought, "Mom, I think Lucien is tired. Why don't you let him rest?" Serena looked at Lucien, who was starting to yawn, and said to her mother,
"Ah, I think you are right. I've been playing with him that I forgot he is just a baby," Lyria replied as she covered Lucien with a soft cloth, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes.
Both of them quietly left; silence immediately fell into the room.
"Finally, some alone time to think," Lucien mused.
He couldn't help but think back to his life on Earth. His life had been a good one, or at least he thought so.
A skyline view of his penthouse, laughter echoing through the glass walls, meetings that decided the fates of companies.
He was young, sharp, and untouchable,a self-made man with more than most could ever dream of, multiple businesses under his name, his worth counted in the hundreds of millions.
Yet he lay here now, in a body far too small to move; he realized how fragile it had all been. Numbers, buildings, faces that would keep moving without him.
By now, Lydia was probably bawling her eyes out. He could almost see her, phone clutched tight, trying to hold it together as she barked orders between sobs.
She'd always been the one keeping chaos from breaking loose, always scolding him for skipping sleep before a meeting.
And his friends, the ones he had grown up with, promising that nothing could touch them. He wondered if they believed it still. His chest tightened, though he had no lungs yet to breathe deeply.
He thought of his father, an image blurred in his mind, a man who believed in work, silence, and keeping your word,the smell of old books in his study.
The way his voice used to fill the room with calm authority. Lucien wanted to be like him once. Then he surpassed him. And now, he was gone before he could ever say the words his father waited a lifetime to hear.
Regret. It was strange how it followed even through death.
The memories blurred, faces fading, laughter echoing away like a half-remembered song.
"It's been three days already. I guess it's really about time I accept my current situation." Lucien's heart was filled with an indescribable feeling.
He didn't know what to think or do; all he knew was that there was no turning back.
He'd better adapt to this new world.
"Fortunately, it seems the goddess of luck has smiled upon me. The family I've found myself in is a good one. From what I've seen from my mother's relationship with my sister, it looks like I wasn't born into a chaotic family or sibling rivalry. In fact, it appears my new family seems to be quite influential."
Lucien felt a sense of satisfaction with this new identity. Growing up in a wealthy and powerful family meant he wouldn't have to endure hardship. As long as there aren't any vengeful or bloody family dramas unfolding around him, he is content.
"Three days,and I'm already thinking like some kind of philosopher, " he thought with faint sense of irony." Still..maybe this isn't bad at all. I got to have a second chance at life. "
His gaze wandered to the ceiling, where faint orange lights filtered through the curtains. " A new world, a new life. I just hope i don't mess this one up too."
Silence filled the room,broken by his slow,rhythmic breathing. "What ever happens next....I'll live it my way."
"Ahh! Really tired." Lucien felt his little mind become more and more heavy as sleep descended on him; he slowly closed his baby eyes and fell asleep.