Chapter - 4 How it feels to be born

The writings in First Brackets (ABC) are Reality Checks

'ABC' this is Thoughts

"ABC" this is Talking.

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"Are you prepared to embark on your new life?" God inquired.

"Yes, absolutely. I am eager to start this new chapter," William replied earnestly.

God raised his staff, its radiant glow momentarily blinding William. "Due to the complexity of your powers, a slight adjustment is necessary."

"What adjustment?" William asked anxiously.

"You can no longer 'Rizz,'" God declared.

"Nooooooo!" William lamented.

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[3rd POV]

Year - 5069

Night had just fallen when it was accompanied by a tempestuous storm that seemed to herald either an auspicious arrival or an ominous event.

In the esteemed Great House of the Halberts, a significant but not excessively extraordinary event was unfolding.

Within a bedroom of the secondary branch's residence, four women were gathered. One among them cried out in anguish, yet amidst the pain, a moment of profound joy was upon her face, supported by the other three women clad in attire resembling nurses - these were the midwives who were helping the women who was about to give birth.

The distressed woman was Amanda Gray, characterized by her fiery red hair, now laboring to bring forth a particularly special boy, though to the unknown, his birth might appear commonplace.

"Ahhhhhh!"

"Push harder, my dear, you must push," urged the eldest midwife.

"I am pushinggg!" Amanda screamed through clenched teeth.

"You must exert more effort," the stern voice of the elder midwife admonished.

"I can see the head," announced the second midwife, who was of middle age.

"Just a bit more, Miss Amanda, just a bit more, and it will soon be over," encouraged the youngest midwife.

After an hour of agonizing labor, the room resounded with the sharp cry of a newborn child.

"Wahh ahh wahhhh!"

"It's a healthy boy, ma'am."

"Give him to me," gasped the red-haired lady, her voice barely above a whisper.

The young midwife carefully placed the crying baby boy into his mother's arms. Upon contact with his mother, the infant ceased crying and gazed up at her with an expression almost as if recognizing the one who had brought him into the world.

The red-haired mother beamed with joy, cradling her newborn close to her. "My baby, ahh, you look so beautiful, so much like your father. I know just the name I should give you."

In that fleeting moment, her eyes momentarily shimmered with a golden hue as she spoke the name "William" with a detached, almost ethereal tone. As quickly as it had come, her gaze returned to its normal hue.

The baby cooed softly at that, and she kissed his tiny forehead, holding him gently against her. She cherished this moment, but her body was weakened by childbirth and eventually handed her son to the midwives as she drifted into sleep.

[ William's POV ]

After losing the only thing I had and being ensnared by a vacuum cleaner for what seemed like an eternity, I wept. Tears streamed down my face as I felt the true essence of freedom.

Gradually, I became aware of voices around me as I opened my eyes to this new world, greeted by three figures. The eldest lady had brought me into this world with her own hands and meticulously checked me for any irregularities. She then passed me to a younger midwife, who cleaned and swaddled me in a soft towel, speaking gently as she worked.

"It's a healthy boy, ma'am," she reassured, her words soothing to my ears as I recognized the language was somewhat understandable. In worlds of cultivation, I had anticipated Chinese to be the common language. The use of this unknown but known language suggested this realm might differ, potentially making my life a lot easier.

The midwife smiled warmly as she held me. I heard a melodious voice say, "Give him to me." She handed me over to who I assumed was my mother.

In her arms, I ceased crying. Her face, with its delicate, oval contours reminiscent of a fairy's, and her sky-blue eyes, weary from the rigors of childbirth, suddenly lit up with the warmest smile I had ever seen.

"My baby, ahh, you look so beautiful, so much like your father. I know just the name I should give you," she said, her eyes briefly shimmering with a golden glow, almost divine. "William," she pronounced, her voice devoid of emotion before returning to her natural blue gaze. I attempted to say a response, but all that escaped me were soft coos, typical of a newborn.

My new mother kissed my cheek tenderly, giving me a gentle hug before succumbing to sleep, entrusting me once more to the care of the young midwife.

Observing my mother's slumber, the young midwife engaged in conversation with her peers.

"Ah, isn't this baby adorable? I wonder Why hasn't the master or any family members came to see him yet?"

"Well, what do you expect? The child lacks potential. Why would his father acknowledge him?" remarked the middle-aged midwife, tidying up the surroundings.

"But shouldn't his father at least come to meet him? Surely he's not that occupied," argued the younger midwife.

The middle-aged one scrutinized them, saying, "You know the Halberts are a proud and haughty family. They prioritize family members with exceptional abilities."

The eldest midwife reprimanded them sharply, "Cease this gossiping unless you wish the Master to overhear you and you to feel his anger. Tend to your duties and quickly depart. The child's destiny lies solely in the hands of Gods or... maybe even his own hands."

Listening to their conversation, I thought, 'Troubles already, and I've yet to draw my first breath. To think I was born into an arrogant, power-hungry family... Damn! just like a protagonist.'

I sighed, then recalled something that lifted my spirits. 'Now that they're gone, let's give this a try, shall we?'

I smiled inwardly and thought, 'System...'