‘How cliché. Dying and reincarnating into a fantasy world?'
One rainy night, the answer came in a storm of gunfire. My own brothers in the gang turned their guns on me, and I bled out in the alley I’d called home for sixty brutal years.
Death should’ve been the end.
Instead, I woke up screaming tiny lungs, tiny fists, the body of a newborn in a world of floating islands, whispering blades, and cultivators who could split mountains with a single swing. No system, no cheat skill, no overpowered bloodline. Just me, a baby again, and a strange itch in the back of my mind every time I stared at the family sword hanging above my crib.
The more I talked to it, the stronger I became.
But what is this strange power?
Tags: Reincarnation, Male MC, Western Fantasy
Schedule: 12 chapters/week (unless I'm ill or stuff happens)
Chapter Lenght: 1200 - 1400 words
Warning: The MC is not a hero nor an anti-hero. He is a broken, cynic and misanthropic person looking only for his own gain. If you are looking for a forgiving, nice, MC that goes around saving people in distress, this is not your cup of tea. Same if you want an unchanging MC with no character development.