Chapter 1 Reincarnation

Everything was blurry, and the muffled sounds of people shouting and exclaiming filled the air. I struggled to grasp my surroundings, feeling nauseous and uncomfortable.The last thing I remembered was the searing pain in my chest after the bright muzzle flash from the terrorist's rifle. It happened in the chaos of a counter-insurgency operation. Was I in a hospital now? Had I somehow survived? My thoughts raced, but as my eyes adjusted to the light, I remained uncertain.

The first thing I noticed was the jaded ceiling above me, followed by the faces of two or three women in maid outfits, their voices excited and joyful. One of them leaned in so close that her face seemed unusually large. Confused, I instinctively tried to reach out, but my hand stopped mid air. I froze. My hands were tiny and they were covered in blood. A wave of panic washed over me, and before I could process what I was seeing, an involuntary cry escaped my lips. The women around me only seemed happier at my outburst, their joyous exclamations growing louder.

Still overwhelmed, I was carried to a tub filled with warm water and washed gently. It was during this process that realization dawned on me: I was no longer an adult soldier. I had been reincarnated as a baby.

Horrified, I quickly checked my body, particularly my nether regions, and sighed in relief. At least I was still a boy. This small comfort helped me accept the strange new reality I found myself in. Memories of my past life began flooding back as I was being cleaned and dressed.

I had been an orphan in my previous life, raised in an austere environment with minimal care or love. After receiving basic education at the orphanage, I joined the army. Serving my country gave me purpose and the adrenaline rush of combat became my sole source of joy. I enlisted in the paramilitary forces and specialized in anti-insurgency operations.

Years passed in this way. Colleagues moved on to safer, more comfortable roles, while I remained on the frontlines. It was a life of danger and isolation, and I revelled in it until the day of my final mission. As I lay dying, shot by an insurgent's rifle, I was hit with an overwhelming sense of regret. My life had been an empty one, devoid of family, friends, or even a legacy to leave behind. My death was destined to be as lonely and insignificant as my life had been.

Snapping back to the present, I was carried into a grand, luxurious room and placed beside a pale, exhausted figure resting on a plush bed. I realized instantly that she was my mother in this new life. When she opened her eyes and gazed at me, I was captivated. Her long violet hair cascaded around her shoulders, and her glowing eyes, the same shade of violet, sparkled with tears of joy. Her delicate features and radiant smile made her the most beautiful person I'd ever seen.

For the first time in both lives, I felt an overwhelming sense of love and belonging. Tears welled up in my eyes as I cried not out of sadness, but happiness.

"Oh, my baby, don't cry," my mother cooed in a language I couldn't yet understand. She held me close, her voice warm and soothing.

Then, she unfastened her gown, revealing her ample breasts. My instincts took over as I latched onto one of the nipples with my tiny hands and began to suck strongly. Warm, sweet milk flowed into my mouth, filling me with a bliss I'd never known. My tiny gums bit down instinctively, earning a soft sound from her. "Mmm, slowly, my little one, Mommy won't go anywhere..." she murmured, as she looked at me with boundless love.

I gazed up at her, overwhelmed by the gentleness of her touch and the emotion in her eyes. For the first time in this life, I felt truly safe and cared for.

I sucked as if my life depended on it, but slowly my strength gave out and I started feeling drowsy my mother woke me up,"No sweetie, you have to drink more. It's good for you." my mother said as she once again put her nipple in my mouth.

"Little Ethan enough for today," Mama murmured. When Mama finally took out her breasts from my hungry mouth, I tried to protest which only sounded like crying, but it was enough to get her attention.

"Oh my still hungry? Aren't you a greedy one?" She smiled and then lowered me and rotated my body so that I was facing the other breast this time. As I glanced toward my previous milk jug, I saw Mama putting her top back on the left side and lowering the right one. I started the same process and this time I dozed off without any signs.

Mother's POV

"Haaah~" I exhaled.

I then looked out the window, as I saw the full moon in the sky and felt calm and serene for a long while. I looked down on my son who still refuses to let go of my breast. I poked my son's cheeks, to which he giggled happily in his sleep.

I was really happy and this joy came from my precious son. His presence removed the long-standing gloom in my heart and seeing him giggling innocently in his sleep brought a heartfelt smile to my face.

I then looked at the window where I saw the moon, reminding me that it was also time for me to sleep, and not long after I dozed off.