Chapter 1: From Death to Rebirth — The Tale of Sakamoto Begins

  If you asked me what hitting rock bottom looked like, I wouldn’t even flinch.

  It’s waking up at 2 p.m. with no job, no girl, a half-empty beer bottle in your hand, and waifugami still open on your second monitor.

  It’s standing shirtless in your kitchen at 3 a.m., eating cereal with beer instead of milk because you ran out and can’t be bothered to walk to the corner store.

  It’s laughing with your boys about how “life is a joke,” then staring at your ceiling later that night wondering if it even matters anymore.

  My name was Vaknin. Nineteen. Drunk. Broken. Done.

  That night, I decided I was tired of pretending things were okay.

  I turned off the lights, grabbed my phone to put on one last melancholic anime OST — “Ichiban no Takaramono,” of course — and opened my browser.

  Not to write a goodbye letter.

  Not to message anyone.

  No.

  To delete my search history.

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  “Let me go with some honor…” I whispered to no one.

  But fate had other plans.

  Before I could even click "Clear All," I heard tires screeching.

  A flash of light.

  A blast of sound.

  Truck.

  Classic.

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  I expected hell. Or nothing. Or maybe that old guy with the white beard every other isekai MC talks to.

  Instead… I woke up to light.

  Warm, golden light. The smell of straw. The distant sound of birds chirping in a way I’d only heard in fantasy RPGs.

  I tried to move — and realized my arms were tiny. My legs were soft. My voice—

  > “GAHHHH—GA—GAAAH?!”

  ...I was a damn baby.

  Not just any baby, apparently. A baby chosen by fate.

  A tall, muscular man with a huge sword strapped to his back entered the straw hut and stood over me. His brown eyes softened.

  > “He’s awake… Our boy is awake!”

  Beside him stood a stunning woman — long silver hair, pointed ears, and glowing golden eyes. An elf? No. Something divine. A hybrid?

  She leaned down and brushed my forehead.

  > “He has your strength,” she whispered to the man. “And my eyes.”

  > “His name…” the man said proudly, “will be Sakamoto.”

  Sakamoto?

  ...Well damn. That actually sounds sick.

  Better than Vaknin, honestly.

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  And just like that — I, a loser who couldn’t even manage to delete his browser history before dying — was reincarnated into a world of swords, elves, and destiny.

  A world where cows had six legs.

  Where children trained with blades by age six.

  Where gyats were bountiful and waifus walked with magic in their veins.

  A world called Lucala.

  And me?

  I was now Sakamoto — son of warriors, born into legend.

  A second chance.

  A new life.

  A wild, lewd, dangerous, emotional, chaotic, unforgettable journey…

  ...was just beginning.