Day 1: My Birth
I got summoned. No, not teleported or reincarnated—just summoned. Honestly, this isn't what I wanted. I was content in my own world, but dwelling on how or why I ended up here is driving me to the brink of madness.
Anyway, I arrived the moment this new life began. It seems I've taken over someone else's soul. I wake up to the gleaming eyes of a man—my father in this life. He has silvery-white hair and azure-gold eyes that glow with pride as he gazes at me. Moments later, I'm cradled in the arms of a woman—my mother. She has platinum hair, ruby eyes, and a relieved smile that warms my heart. I was born in the year 325 AW Silver.
Confusion and anxiety wash over me, and I feel tears welling up in response to the strange atmosphere. It's as if I've awakened from a dream I can't escape. All around me are people dressed in bizarre clothing, wielding weapons—swords, spears, daggers, bows and arrows, axes, and halberds. Panic sets in, and I cry out. Apparently, my new body reacts just like any newborn's would—by crying. With all the commotion, I can't gather any more information about where I am before I drift off to sleep again.
Later
I wake up on a bed next to my mother, crying once more. As much as I'd like to skip ahead to when I can walk outside and do more than sleep, eat, cry, and… well, you know, TIME SKIP. Nope, that's not happening.
This is frustrating. As I ponder my situation, I feel myself being lifted and enveloped in my mother's warm embrace. It's oddly calming and addictive, like I'm floating. And just like that, I fall asleep again. This cycle is getting tiresome.
Since this is a reincarnation cliché, I try to summon a status screen. Status? Nothing. Profile? Menu? System? Great, it's official—I'm being ripped off. Where's my cheat? Where's my RPG setting? I want to go back! Hello, GOD? I wish to return to my world. No answer. It seems I'm truly stuck here, but how did I even get here? I was sleeping, and then I woke up to the sound of people talking around me.
So, I must have slept through the whole ordeal of my death—if I even died. Maybe I'm just in a coma or something. But let's assume I died, and in the most painless way possible. That's one piece of good news, but the bad news is that I'm in a world of swords and magic, with little to no knowledge of fighting. I can barely be considered an entry-level hand-to-hand combat practitioner.
I was just a university student, studying MBBS and drifting through life. Average in most respects—except for my looks (7/10) and intelligence (240 IQ). I'm 5'11", weigh 78 kg, have gold hair with a hint of brown, light brown eyes, and a light brown skin tone that leans toward white.
So, that was who I was, and now I'm a baby, with features I have yet to identify. I know I'm white, but I've only been seeing in black and white. Is that normal? As I ponder this, I drift off to sleep, awaiting a new morning.