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Kim Rok Soo is a 36-year-old man who is rarely shocked by anything. Keyword: rarely.
Even by his life's standards, this is too much.
Is it normal to die due to monsters? No, but not uncommon.
Then, is it normal to wake up on a newborn baby's body when you are supposedly dead?
IT'S A BIG NO.
But, unfortunately, this phenomenon is currently happening to Kim Rok Soo.
Kim Rok Soo, a man known for his stoic personality, can't help but stare alternately at his baby arm and the ceiling.
'What is this...? Am I in too much pain that I'm starting to hallucinate...?'
Rok Soo tried to search for his memories, however, aside from his name, age, and death, everything else is vague.
Sigh
Rok Soo let out a sigh, as weird as it is on a baby, and lowered his chubby arm.
'Let's think about this later. This a problem for the future me.'
And with that thought, Rok Soo gave up and succumbed to the needs of his baby body.
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"Oh my, Cisseus, you're awake quite early today."
A red-headed lady gracefully approached a crib in the middle of the room. She smiled at the baby inside, before proceeding to pick him up and settle him into her arms.
The baby happily snuggled to the lady and babbled which caused the lady to smile fondly at him.
"Aren't you lively this morning, my dear Cisseus?"
She said as she poked his cheek gently.
As the pair giggled at each other, the door quietly opened once more. And this time, a middle-aged woman appeared.
The woman bowed her head in greeting before stating her purpose.
"My Lady, breakfast is ready."
The red-headed lady looked at her in mild surprise before gently bumping the tip of her nose into the baby in her arms.
"Oh my, is it that time already? How time flies when I'm with you, my little angel."
Giggle
Cisseus, the baby, giggled at her. The lady smiled once more before walking towards the door.
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Kim Rok So– no, Cisseus, stared at the spoon hovering in front of him. Then to the small plate full of soft fruits underneath.
It has been a few months since the nanny said he could start eating solid foods (he almost cried tears of joy when she did).
He obediently opened his small mouth and slurped. While doing so, he turned his gaze towards the owner of the hand holding the spoon.
The red-haired lady, his mother, was smiling fondly at him.
Staring at her, he can't help but think.
'Maybe this life... is worth a try.'
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PROLOGUE END