Duanmu Huai once thought the gods in myths were idiots.
Why did people have to lose their memories whenever they reincarnated? Wasn't that terribly clichéd?
However, after experiencing it for himself, he discovered—sure enough, the wisdom of the ancestors was beyond question.
I want to die...
At that moment, Duanmu Huai wore an utterly hopeless expression.
When did people usually start forming memories?
Around two or three years old, probably. Or perhaps after growing up, they could not even remember much from when they were two or three.
But what would it feel like to be reborn as a baby while retaining the memories of an adult?
Two words.
Hell.
It was practically Hell.
To be honest, Duanmu Huai had never felt so helpless before. Being reborn as a baby while retaining an adult's memories was pure, unadulterated Hell!
His body would not obey him, and he could not speak. Whether he was tired, sleepy, hungry, or anything else, all he could do was wail. For an ordinary child, this was perfectly normal behavior, but for an adult, it was enough to drive him crazy!
Duanmu Huai still remembered seeing that sort of "Baby Play" in Kabukicho in another world. A group of underworld bosses wore diapers, sucked on pacifiers, and lay in girls' arms going "babu babu." Back then, he had wondered whether those people were mentally ill.
Now that Duanmu Huai had crossed over and become a baby himself, all he could say was... well, sure enough, they really were mentally ill!
How could a normal adult possibly have such a hobby? Come to think of it, why did such a hobby even exist?
Even if you called it a search for maternal love, wasn't that far too twisted?
Sure enough, the ancestors had been wise. As long