The Beginning Of The Ruler
Chapter 01: The Tunnel End

I never believed in the whole folly of "Light at the end of the tunnel" where one, after having a near-death experience, would be shocked upon waking up in cold sweat and exclaiming, "I see light!"

But here I am today in this so-called "Tunnel" facing a blinding light, when the last thing I remember is sleeping in my room (Others call it the royal room).

Am I dead? If so, how? Was I killed?

I don't remember ever wronging anyone, but once again, being a strong public figure gave others various reasons to want me dead.

Anyways…

Since it seems like I won't wake up anytime soon, while I slowly lean towards this bright light, I'd better just come along.

The journey seemed to go on forever; I half expected the children's choir to sing angelic hymns, beckoning me toward what I hoped was heaven.

Instead, my vision of everything around me turned into a bright red mist as a sound assaulted my ears. When I tried to say something, the only sound that came out seemed to be a cry.

The muffled voices became clearer and he uttered: "Congratulations Mr and Madam, he's a healthy boy."

…wait

I guess normally, I should think like "Damn, am I just born? Am I a baby now?"

But strangely enough, the only thought that came to my mind was, 'So the bright light at the end of the tunnel is the light that goes into the female v4gina…'

Haha, don't think anymore.

Judging my situation in a rational King-like manner, I noticed, first of all, that wherever this place was, I understood its language. That's always a good sign.

Furthermore, after slowly and painfully opening my eyes, my retina was bombarded with different colors and numbers. It took a little time for my baby's eyes to get used to the light. Doctor, or so it seems, in front of me has a not-so-attractive face with long gray hair on the head and chin. I swear his glasses are thick enough to be bulletproof. Surprisingly, she wasn't wearing a doctor's gown and we weren't even in the hospital room.

It seems like I was born from a demon summoning ritual because this room was only lit by a few candles and we were on the floor on a straw bed.

I looked around and saw the woman who pushed me out of her tunnel. Calling her mother should be fair. Taking another few seconds to see what she looked like, I had to admit she was beautiful, but that was probably caused by my half-blurred eyes. Rather than a glamorous beauty, I better describe it as beauty, in a very kind and gentle sense, with different white blond hair and Ruby red eyes. Inevitably I noticed her long eyelashes and pointed nose that made me want to continue to hug her. He had just absorbed this motherly feeling. Is this why babies are attracted to their mothers?

I threw away my face and turned right to look at the person I thought was my father with a stupid grin and teary eyes. Soon he said, "Hi little White, I'm your father, can you say chest?" I looked around to see my mother and the house doctor (For all the certifications she seemed to have), rolling their eyes as my mother managed to mock, "Honey, she was just born."

I took a closer look at my father and I could see why my beautiful mother was attracted to him. In addition to some loose screws he seems to have by expecting the newborn to articulate a two-syllable word (I will only give him the benefit of the doubt and think he said it because of the joy of being a father), he is a very charismatic looking man with a neatly shaved square jawline that complements his face. His hair, a very pale black color, seemed to remain neat, while his eyebrows were strong and fierce, elongated like a sword met with a V shape. However, her eyes had a gentle quality, whether it was from the way her eyes drooped slightly at the ends or from the dark blue hue, almost sapphire, that radiated from her iris.

"Hmm, she's not crying. Doctor, I think newborn babies should cry when they're born." I heard my mother's voice.

By the time I finished checking ..I mean observing my parents; the prospective doctor simply excused himself and said, "There are cases where the baby does not cry. Please continue to rest for a few days Mrs White, and let me know if anything happens to Arthur, Mr. White."

The next few weeks after my trip out of the tunnel was a new kind of torture for me. I had little or no motor control over my limbs unless able to wave them, and even it was quickly exhausting. I realized very reluctantly that babies can't really control their fingers too much.

I don't know how to share it with you guys, but when you put your finger on a baby's palm, they don't take it because they like you, they took it because it was like being hit on a funny bone; it was a reflex. Forget motor control, I can't even get my shit out of my discretion. I haven't mastered my own bladder. It just came out. Haa…

Don't get me wrong, I have no ulterior motive at all. It's just that ASI tastes a lot better than formula milk and has better nutritional value, okay? Please believe me.

The demon summoning place seemed to be my parents' room and from what I thought, the place where I was currently stuck, hopefully, a place in my world from the past, when electricity had yet to be discovered.

My mother quickly proved my expectations wrong because, one day, she healed a scratch on my leg ever since my stupid father bumped me into a drawer while swinging me.

Unlike, plaster cuts and kisses heal, but the shining light is filled with a faint hum of a strange kind of hand healing.

Where'sme?

My mom, Samantha White, and my dad, Reynolds White, at least seem like a good guy, if not the best. I suspected my mother was an angel because I had never met such a kind and warm person. While being carried on her back by some sort of baby strap, I went with her to the place she called the city. The city of Ashber is more of a glorified outpost, as there are no roads or buildings. We walked down the main dirt road where there were tents on both sides with various merchants and sellers selling all sorts of goods—from everyday common necessities to items that astonished me, he said, such as weapons, armor, and stone. .. shining stone!

The strangest thing I can't seem to get used to is people carrying weapons like fancy designer handbags. I watched a man of about 170cm carrying a giant battle axe larger than him! Anyway, mom kept talking to me, probably to try to get me to learn the language faster, while shopping for groceries that day, exchanging pleasantries with various people passing by or working at the booth. Meanwhile, my body turned against me once more, and I fell asleep.

Sitting on my mother's lap defending me in her chest, I focused my attention on my father who was currently reciting a mantra, which sounded like a prayer to the earth, for almost a minute. I leaned closer and closer, almost falling from my human chair while expecting some magical phenomenon, such as an earth-splitting earthquake or a giant stone golem to appear. After what seemed like forever (Trust me, for a baby who has a goldfish attention span, that is.) Three adults, a human-sized rock emerged from the ground and crashed into a nearby tree.

What's in ...'s name?

I swung my arm furiously, but my idiot father interpreted it to be "WOW" and had a wide grin on his face while saying, "Your father is great huh!"

No, my dad is a much better fighter. When she put on her two iron gloves, even I felt like I had to take off my underwear (Or diapers) for her. With a shocking swift and resolute movement to his body, his fist carried enough force to break the sound barrier, but smoothly enough not to leave a crack. In my world, he would be ranked as a high-level fighter, leading an army of soldiers, but to me, he was my idiot father.

For what I learned, this world seems to be quite easily filled with magic and warriors; where power and wealth rank a person in society. In that case, it was not too different from my old world, except for the lack of technology and the slight difference between magic and ki.

In my old world, war has become an almost obsolete form of settlement of disputes between nations. Do not get me wrong, of course there are still small-scale battles and soldiers are still needed for the safety of the citizens. However, disputes regarding the welfare of a country were based on duels between the rulers of their country, limited to the use of Qi and melee combat weapons, or mock battles between platoons, where limited firearms were allowed, the report said, for smaller disputes. .

Therefore, King was not a typical fat man sitting on a throne who foolishly ruled over others, but had to be the strongest fighter to represent his country.

Enough about that.

The currency in this new world seemed quite clear from the exchanges my mother had with the merchants.

Copper is the lowest form of currency, then silver, followed by gold. While I haven't seen anything as valuable as gold coins, a normal family seems to be able to live off a few copper coins a day well.

100 Copper \= 1 Silver

100 Silver \= 1 Gold

Every day involves honing my new body, mastering the motor functions that lie deep within me.

The comfortable rules soon changed.

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