The Reincarnated One

Jiang Feng felt his consciousness being tugged in every direction, as if someone were kneading him.

When he came to and struggled to open his eyes, a face suddenly looming close gave him a fright.

Almost instinctively, Jiang Feng struck the handsome face hard.

The blond man let out a cry of pain, clutched his eye, and started rolling around on the floor.

Clearly, the guy had taken quite a hit.

Jiang Feng began examining the young man writhing on the floor.

He was tall and handsome, with short blond hair and deep blue eyes. His build was strong and muscular, but not overly bulky. He wore simple clothes—a white shirt and black trousers—and looked neat and tidy.

At the moment, though, it seemed he'd made a tiny mistake.

When Jiang Feng realized what had happened, he blinked innocently.

He wanted to say, You were the one who leaned in.

"Paul, are you all right?" a gentle female voice asked nearby. Paul weakly covered his eye and hurriedly said, "I'm fine, I'm fine. Looks like our baby's full of energy."

Paul got to his feet and looked at Jiang Feng through a pair of eyes that were already swelling and reddening. He managed a somewhat pained smile.

Jiang Feng studied his face again, and finally recognized him. It was Paul Greyrat.

He looked at the young blond woman lying on the bed. She looked a lot like Tsunade, with smooth blond hair falling to her waist and delicate, lovely features. Her clear features stood out, and fatigue shadowed her emerald eyes. Tall and slender, she had an elegant bearing and a noble air. She could only be Zenith Greyrat.

He held up his chubby little hands and felt his thin, fragile body. In that instant, Jiang Feng figured it out: he'd been reincarnated.

But he was still confused. What was this supposed to mean? Had he transmigrated into Rudeus?

The next moment, Paul's voice dispelled his doubts.

"Then we'll call you Roa Greyrat!"

That was what Paul said.

Jiang Feng—no, Roa—blinked and looked at Paul, who was clearly still a young man. His handsome face still had a youthful innocence. Paul's eyebrows lifted slightly, and his emerald eyes held a sharp glint. His lips curled up just a little, the sign of a young man's pride and self-confidence.

Roa glanced around and spotted a red-haired girl with glasses nearby.

Lilia.

Paul's junior.

She was currently serving as a maid in Paul's home.

Lilia kept studying the baby in front of her. He was adorable, with chubby cheeks and a sparse layer of blond fuzz on his head. But his eyes were golden, unlike Paul's and Zenith's emerald ones. They were pure and clear as a spring, yet somehow made her feel a little uneasy.

Almost instinctively, she felt that the baby before her was unusual.

Roa's gaze met Lilia's.

Those golden eyes left her in a daze. They seemed to see right through people, filling them with warmth and comfort. Lilia blinked.

For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to feel even the slightest bit of dislike for the baby.

Roa looked away and surveyed the room again. There was no one else around; the large house held only the four of them.

Was that how it was?

He hadn't transmigrated into Rudeus?

And judging by the situation, he'd arrived in this world a little too early. It seemed Rudeus hadn't been born yet.

How bizarre.

The couple were rather slow on the uptake. They didn't seem at all surprised by how calm their newborn was. Paul carefully picked Roa up and walked over to Zenith.

He gently placed Roa in Zenith's arms.

Her delicate, lovely face broke into a smile. There was no denying that Zenith was an exceptionally beautiful woman.

Even Roa couldn't help but stare.

The best cabbages really did get eaten by pigs.

Paul patted Roa's chubby cheek and said, "You should call her Mama!"

Roa froze for a moment, then tried to speak. A few babbling sounds came out.

Paul and Zenith exchanged a smile, looking pleased.

All right, then. So be it.

Roa silently looked up at the ceiling.

After all, it was beyond my control.

Forgive me.

Two years passed in the blink of an eye. A two-year-old child with golden hair and golden eyes lay in his room.

For some reason, his hair grew quickly. At only two years old, it already reached his waist.

Roa had also noticed that he seemed to be growing more and more feminine.

He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed silently.

A cute little girl stared back at Roa from the mirror, her cheeks pink and her features doll-like. She had golden eyes and hair falling past her shoulders, and she wore the same clothes as he did. Roa smiled, and she smiled too. Roa turned his head, and she turned hers.

I'm a boy, right? Sure, he could blame it on being too young for his features to be easy to tell apart, but his appearance really was a little too feminine.

He quietly checked what he had between his legs and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Still, was it really okay for him to look like this?

Roa's room wasn't large, but it had everything he needed. A thick magic book sat on the desk. He'd asked Zenith for it. At first, Paul and Zenith had been quite interested in him after he was born, but it wasn't long before they excitedly went off to make another baby, leaving Roa by himself.

As expected, a child was just an accessory to love.

Roa sighed.

His soft bedding pressed against his little face. The warmth of the blanket spread through him, but his heart felt ice-cold.

Today, I may look girly, but I have the heart of a tough guy!

Besides, whatever happened when he was older was a problem for later.

Somewhat at a loss, he tapped the floating-ball-like icon in the lower-right corner of his vision. A transparent panel appeared before him.

The panel was simple, with only three functions.

[Character Attributes]

[World Capture]

[System Shop]

Every item in the system shop was grayed out. He couldn't buy anything. It seemed the Main God was truly furious—not even shopping privileges were available.

The one silver lining was that he'd squeezed the system dry when he was reincarnated.

He looked over the dazzling array of goods on the system interface and spotted his own [Fool] talent in the third column of the first page.

Its price was: 100,000,000 points and 3 S-Rank purchase permits.

He looked at another B-Rank talent, [Greed]. Its price was just as outrageous.

It required 1,000,000 points and two A-Rank purchase permits.

He didn't really understand points or purchase permits, but thinking of the ugly face of capitalism, he guessed those were numbers a system lackey might never manage to earn even after ten lifetimes.

So, with that one move, he'd become a winner in life—he'd squeezed the system so hard it was spitting blood.