Rise Of The Undead King

Reincarnation A New Beginning

The scenery blurred and faded, and once again, Jack was swallowed by the warmth of the brilliant white light.

His mind raced, and his thoughts scrambled, disoriented by the sudden shift in his surroundings.

Before he could catch his breath, a booming laughter echoed across the vast space, shaking the very air around him.

"I see you hold no love for the people of your world," the voice said, its tone now darker, almost sinister. "Good. That is precisely what I desire."

Jack blinked, startled. 'Isn't this supposed to be some kind of benevolent god?' he thought, his confusion deepening.

"Do not misunderstand me, young one," the voice continued, resonating with an otherworldly authority. "As you walk the world again with your new mission, you will come to understand why I have chosen you. In time, it will all make sense."

Before Jack could comprehend what he meant and speak, a powerful force gripped him and yanked him away.

His body twisted, warped, and dissolved as the light swallowed him whole.

"Wai—!"

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When Jack regained his senses, he found himself enveloped in darkness once again. But this time, it felt… different—closer. It was as if the shadows were pressing against him, wrapping around him like a cocoon.

"Where the hell did that glowing fool throw me this time?" Jack grumbled in his mind. "Might as well have sent me to hell. At least I earned that much."

As his frustration simmered, a faint light appeared ahead of him—a small, glowing dot at the end of a tunnel. Yet Jack wasn't walking toward it. No, the light seemed to be pulling him in.

"What the—let go of me!" Jack tried to shout, but his words came out as a muffled squeak, barely more than a pathetic whimper.

His eyes widened as a terrible realization dawned, and the weight of what was happening hit him like a ton of bricks.

'Wait… who's holding me? And why do I feel so… tiny?'

His gaze dropped to his feet—no, not his feet. They were far too small, dangling helplessly above the ground. His body was limp, cradled in the arms of a woman.

Panic surged through him as the truth hit him like a freight train.

'Don't tell me…'

"My lady, it's a boy! A beautiful baby boy!" the woman holding him cried out, her voice dripping with delight. She was the midwife.

A surge of frustration bubbled inside Jack, his mind screaming in protest. 'No… no, no, no! This is some kind of sick reincarnation, isn't it?' His thoughts screamed in protest.

"No, no, no! I didn't ask for this! Damn that god! I hate this world! I hate this body!"

But all that escaped his lips were pitiful little squeals.

The midwife laughed softly, her wide smile beaming at him. "Look at him squirm, my lady. He's quite an energetic one, isn't he?"

Her words only made Jack thrash harder, but his tiny limbs barely twitched. His new body was too weak, too fragile. As he writhed in frustration, he finally caught sight of the woman who had given birth to him—his supposed mother.

Even through her exhaustion, she smiled weakly. Her face was pale but serene. The sound of her voice sent a shiver down Jack's spine. It was sweet and divine, like a melody. "Please, Maria," she whispered. "Make sure he cries."

Jack's baby-blue eyes darted toward the source of that voice. 'Divine voice, huh? Pfft, show off,' he thought, closing his eyes with irritation. He didn't care who she was.

Maria, the midwife, turned Jack in her arms, exposing his rear. Jack's thoughts froze in horror as he realized what was coming.

'Wait… wait, she's not going to—'

*PAK!*

A sharp slap landed on his behind, sending a jolt of pain shooting through his tiny body.

Another slap followed.

And another.

*PAK! PAK!*

'Okay, okay! I'll cry!'

Tears welled up in Jack's eyes as he let out a wail, the pain too much for his infant body to endure. Hot streams of tears rolled down his cheeks, and for the first time in this absurd new life, he surrendered to indignity…

He cried, feeling defeated and furious.

"There we go, now he's crying like a proper baby," Maria cooed, wiping him down with a warm cloth. Her smile was infuriating to Jack, but before he could curse her in his mind, something strange caught his attention.

A soft green light shimmered from Maria's hands, drawing Jack's gaze. The moment the light touched his skin, the blood and fluids that had clung to him vanished, as though they had never been there. His discomfort faded and was replaced by an almost soothing sensation.

'Wait… is that what I think it is?' His thoughts stalled, overtaken by awe.

Maria's hands moved with graceful precision, the glowing green light now drifting toward his mother.

Jack watched, amazed, as the wisp of magic enveloped her. Colour seemed to return to her pale, exhausted face, her ragged breathing grew steady, and her strength seemed to have been restored.

'Magic.' The word echoed in Jack's mind, a concept he had always dismissed as fantasy. But now, it was an undeniable truth—right before his eyes. Magic had eased his pain and saved his mother.

Suddenly, everything clicked and all started to make sense—the Great One, the strange reincarnation, the mystical powers at play.

A slow grin crept across Jack's baby face as an idea sparked to life in the depths of his mind.

'This isn't a curse,' he realized, a dark chuckle rumbling in his thoughts. 'It's a gift. A second chance. And this time…'

His heart surged with manic glee as his grin widened. 'This time, I'll make the world grovel at my feet!'

His mind flooded with visions of domination, of revenge, of bending the very world to his will.

The Great One hadn't just granted him a new life or a new body—but more importantly, a new power. And Jack could use it to reshape the world in his image. He would finally crush those who had wronged him and rise as the ruler of this cursed world.

His tiny body trembled with excitement, making him unintentionally squirm in Maria's arms. The midwife giggled, stroking his cheek. "Oh, Lady Arwen, your little boy seems to be so happy with his new clothes!"

Jack's excitement was cut short by her touch. He scowled, but to Maria, his expression seemed like an adorable and innocent baby smile. She leaned in, pressing her cheek against his, her warmth invading his personal space.

"Get your filthy hands off me, you human!" Jack wanted to scream, but all that came out of his lips was a high-pitched squeak.