Rules of Reincarnation: I Don't Follow the Norm

I didn't expect to be alive when I opened my eyes. All I can see is blinding brightness. Wait a minute, I thought I was dead. Haha. I couldn't help but giggle in my head at the madness I was thinking. It looks like heaven to me. Fortunately, I died with no regrets. Isn't that right?... Wait... What happened to me? F*ck! How did I die??? Before I could become outraged over attempting to remember how I died, I questioned why I knew I was dead. Sub-conscious? What's the deal? That's nonsense! Nothing will happen no matter what I think since I am not intelligent. I wanted to see whether I had a body, but I became nauseous before I could do so. As I watched the varied colors of the line coordinated to suck me, it seemed like my thoughts was being sucked down. Soon, everything stopped, and all I could see was pitch black. Ugh! I would have been ill if it had simply been my body. "Our son is fast asleep." I was startled to hear a voice of a calm woman. Huh? Wait a minute. Please don't tell me... Haha. I was reincarnated! Why do I know I'm dead yet have no idea why I'm dead? I wished I could open my eyes. But it's sluggish. Why is it like this? Is it a rule that new life must be slow? Ah. Of course, I was just a baby. Two persons met my little eyes when I opened them. To my left was a man who was both tall and medium in stature, as well as average young-adult face. The hair has a light brown color. Wait, is the right description light-brown? His eyes are a little dark. He's looking at me with a happy smile. On the other hand, on my right is a lovely lady, who I believe is my mother. My vision was stolen away by bright auburn eyes. If I could only inherit this kind of eye, I'd grow up to be far more handsome. Blonde hair and flawless skin. Oh my goodness! Oyy... Am I a boy? Eh, if I could just be reincarnated, it would be even better if I was also a man like my gender in my previous life. "So handsome just like his Dad!" My father said proudly. Oyy... My reincarnation did not follow the rule. What my parents say would be incomprehensible to me since I'm still a baby. But wait, is there really a rule? It seems like my fanatic side is leaking. My father was slowly raising me, and I felt it. "Julian, I'm your father." Yes I know your my father. If you think your child was a normal child, sad to say no. "Pfft. I know it's nice to talk to your child you look like an i***t. The kid still doesn't understand what you're saying." Right! I must not have understood. But wait, that sounds insulting to listen to. They took a while in babying me. Yes I know I have to put up with it. I know I'm cute. I know. But it's annoying that they keep playing with me. It's annoying to think, it's normal for them to treat me like this. I'm a newborn... baby... I looked in the mirror while my mother was still lifting me. It didn't look like a newborn baby, it was like I was born a few months ago. Oh my. The one who reincarnated me no longer obeyed the rule (if there's really). I must have just been a newborn not a few months ago. It makes me guilty to think that I stole this child's body. But if you think about it, if I have a conscious while I'm being taken out... Haha, s**t. It's a bad idea to think about it. I feel like I'm being taken out wrapped in blood. I think I don't have to mind it. Maybe I accidentally remembered the reincarnating process and my past life. Oh... I'm not upset that I've been reincarnated because I really want to experience being able to start again. In my previous life, I only felt problems. I can do my hobbies, but my life still seems to be lacking yet felt fulfilled. I don't know. There's no really attachment of me in that world. I have no family to always approach. They are alive but I don't always see them. I can see that it doesn't take long until I get used to it. If there is one thing I can be thankful for when I am reincarnated, it is that I have a family. So, despite the fact that it's still early, I promise to appreciate and protect this family. "Uwaaahh!!" Huh? Am I crying. Wait, I was just getting emotional but why am I crying like this. Is it because I can't control my body? What a pain in the a*s. My mother gently placed me in my crib, while gently tapping me to put me to sleep. Oh ... This life is superb. ...... ..... ... .. A few months passed and I slowly learned to crawl. I saw my parents' eyes glow with joy. Over the past month, I have gotten to know the family I love. My parents were not wealthy, and there were only three of us living in our average-sized house. We just live in a peaceful countryside town. My mother always took me to the market and what I noticed immediately was old western-type market and unlike urban market. It gives the vibe that this is really fantasy world. Adventurers always carry weapons with their ends wrapped as cover. In my guess, they do this to avoid mess in the area. I can't help but cringe at the word adventurer. Of course, I don't always hear words with depth because of the influence of English in the Philippines. However, I am used to it since I always felt cringe. My guess is that I was reincarnated in the parallel world or something like that, because the letters are alphabet and the words are Filipino but there is no influence of English. I'm not sure if that's the way to describe the parallel world as long as the language is the same as in my previous life. It's like a similar yet different in some aspects. I also found out that my parents are a common couple in a reincarnated world (based on common fantasy world novels). Seriously, I didn't know if I would be shocked when I first found out that my mother was a healer and my father was a swordsman. I've read and seen this plot a few times but I don't expect to experience it either. All I always do is I go to the mini-library in our house and read a book about magic. I'm not cringed because it's hypocritical if I'm cringed about what I expect and want. As I read, I remembered my mother telling me that healers were discriminated against adventurers because they could only do one element without offensive ability and they were not always needed because there are herbal medicines that are even more effective than basic healing magic. So many books are piled up in the house because when she was young she dreamed of being able to control an other element other than the light element (element of healing magic). Soon, the chief of our town became new. And the 'Central language' has already influenced the town which I didn't expect to have a resemblance to English. They call Cintralean the language in Central (capital of the nation) while the language in the countryside is Balanean. I thought that language was new because I don't always notice it in town but I read in a book of my mother about 'language'. On my third-year birthday, my parents' friends gathered outside. The guests were former party members of my parents. They greeted me one by one while treating me like a baby. Ugh! No matter how used I am to it I still don't like this treatment. "Thank you so much for coming to my birthday. I'm Julian Limbrun," I greeted as I placed my right hand on my chest while bowing. I heard it is the formal greeting in the norm. They just laughed because they didn't expect my behavior. I did not inherit my father's mischief is what they say. ...... ..... ... .. A year later, one night while I was meditating which I always do since I manage to control my body. I manage to use the way to develop the mana particles in my body. That method that I obviously just copied in the books I read from my previous life. After some minutes, I suddenly felt heat in my chest. But, I can't stand the heat. While enduring the pain, I screamed in agony. I also can't joke about how I feel because I feel like I'm going to die of an overwhelming pain. A sudden noise coming outside of my room. I can hear some footsteps. When the door opened I saw my parents obviously worried and shocked at what they saw. Suddenly my hand caught fire but I didn't seem to feel like I was being scorched by the fire. My chest pain got worse as the fire climbed and spread through my body. My worried mother tries to reach me but my father stops her. I can feel how worry she is but I can't help to scream from pain. Until the fire reached my face, and enveloped my body, it suddenly exploded around me. In the center of the blast, I was there as my father covered mom so as not to get hurt, I heard my mother crying worriedly. I looked around, everything was broken. My chest pain also disappeared, I lay down when the flames in my body suddenly disappeared. I was left n***d in my broken room when I heard my father's voice. "Impossible."