The Greed of Kronos

Reborn

One: Reborn

“Dylan Scout.”

A cold voice resonated throughout the entire room as a strike of lightning happened to reflect toward the man’s sinister look. It was raining very hard, but Dylan could clearly hear and see who that man was.

It was his boss and his father.

How did it happen? He was very obedient towards his father. He killed everyone that his father would point fingers at. And he was a very outstanding assassin.

However, at that moment, Dylan felt how powerless he was. He could not even see through his father’s scheming plan, yet he earned the title of the Knight?

Right. After all, the Knight would always do anything, even sacrifice itself for the King.  A Knight is a loyal dog. And that very situation was at that moment when he was lying down in a cold storage room, bathing in his own blood. Beside him was the target he recently assassinated.

'Who would have thought that he’ll be my last mission? f*****g unexpected.'

Dylan did not even bother replying to his father, who ambushed him after killing his mission. It was such a pain with just lifting his eyes to see his heartless father. How much more forcing himself to speak?

His head was already dizzy as it was, and his vision was starting to blur.

'So this is the f*****g end? At least f*****g tell me the reason why you’re ending me, shitty old man!'

As his ears were ringing annoyingly, before he had his last breath, Dylan heard his father’s final words.

“Thank you for your loyalty.”

Shortly after that, everything went black.

And a moment or so, a miracle happened. Dylan started to gain consciousness, and as soon as he had his first breath of air, he mentally screamed out of happiness. If he survives, then he could get revenge and kill his father!

That’s right! He-

“Uwaaah! Uwaaah!”

'What the f**k is happening?!'

Dylan Scout. Twenty-five years old. An outstanding assassin. Cried like a newborn baby out of his will.

He could not seem to comprehend what was happening, that was why he tried to peel his eyes open. However, under normal circumstances, a newborn could not do such strenuous tasks.

As he was not able to open his eyes, Dylan instead shut his mouth from crying and tried to sense everything.

HE WAS CLEARLY IN SOMEONE’S ARMS. HOW COULD HE NOT CONVINCE HIMSELF THAT HE WAS REBORN AFTER THAT?

He’s a newborn baby. That was why he could not peel his eyes open. Hence, he instead raised his hands and landed on something squishy and soft.

And by doing so, the one who was holding her chuckled in a lovely tone of voice and talked to him. “My, my, are you tired from going out of mommy’s womb that you want your first meal already? Here.”

Hearing this, Dylan was in frantic. Was that one of his new mother’s boobies?! Was his new mother trying to breastfeed him?! His dignity as a fully grown adult would be trampled on!

“Uwaah! Uwaah!” (What?! No! You’ve misunderstood! What the hell?!)

His mother seemed to think that Dylan was being impatient that she once again chuckled as she guided Dylan’s head towards her milk station. “Now, now, hush little baby. Here~”

“Uwaah- ack!”

'AAAAAAAAAAAA THIS IS A f*****g NIGHTMARE!!!'

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'….. Well, the breast milk was not that bad.'

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Hell, he was reborn after his father killed him. And when he became a baby again, he could only feel one presence in the room as he still could not open his eyes. That means, in that life, his father once again does not harbor any feelings for him or his mother. It’s probably a curse; that’s what he thought.

His first move as a baby would be analyzing everything about him as it would come in handy anytime.

Hence, Dylan closed his eyes and concentrated on his thoughts.

After his first nap, Dylan abruptly had the strength to peel his eyes open. However, his vision was blurry and cloudy, so it’s still of no use. He exactly does not know when a baby could have the ability to see the world. But he would break the stereotype and promised himself that he would train every day to finally start seeing things. That aside, Dylan could actually understand his mother, so he was guessing that it was still the same country where he lived in his past life.

On his first day at his new family, as he was leisur- struggling with the breastfeeding his mother gave him, Dylan’s mother then called a nanny to help her with cleaning the room. It seemed like his mother did not hire any midwife and gave birth herself with the help of the nanny. They must be a commoner family.

That thought made Dylan to silently celebrate. A commoner life means a peaceful life. He would be away from dangerous work and would happily help his family on their farm if they have a farm. The gods must be awarding him from dying without any valid reason.

Then again, it has been three days since he was born, yet his mother would still call him ‘My Son’. Therefore, he has not bestowed a name of his own. Do they need money to buy a name and that they could not afford one? Then, he would continue calling himself Dylan. He would ask his parents to call him that too.

That’s right. He decided his first word. And it would be Dylan.

“Alright, my son, it is time for your bed.” Dylan’s mother lulled her in a sweet and gentle voice while she was also placing Dylan down in his crib.

As much as Dylan wanted to stop his mother from treating him like a baby, he could not.

Firstly, he could not even see his mother, how much more talk.

And secondly, the most obvious, HE WAS A BABY, OF COURSE, HIS MOTHER WOULD TREAT HIM LIKE ONE.

Even though it’s embarrassing, he doesn’t have a choice. At all.

After landing on a soft surface, Dylan wriggled as he was finding some comfortable position to sleep. In his past life, he encountered many occurrences that he could not sleep a wink. That may be the reason why Dylan could sleep easily…

..or more like because he’s a baby.

“Good night, my son.” As Dylan’s mother clicked her fingers and closed the door, an immediate flow of shadow crept into the wall and into Dylan’s crib.