I don't know when or how it happened, but I found myself in a state of unconsciousness. To be precise, I couldn't see anything; all I experienced was darkness. As if that wasn't enough, I also felt my body immersed in a warm ocean. I'm unsure how much time passed, but it felt like it was close to nine months.
During this time, I've been pondering how and why I ended up in this situation. I came up with many theories, and one thing became certain: someone had transferred my consciousness from my original body into that of a newborn.
Although I was sure of this, I couldn't understand how it had happened. After all, in my previous life, I possessed the strength of a god, capable of rivalling many god-like beings. In my actual life, I am—or rather, I was—an otherworldly summoner.
So, for any beings to transfer my consciousness to a newborn body means they are true divine gods, or they know my 'thing'; that is what I could suspect.
As I was thinking of the possible conclusion, I started to feel my body moving, but it felt pretty cramped. With that movement, I realised I was being born. Okay, that sounds kind of weird. Let's just say I'm coming out of the womb.
As I was being pushed out of the womb, I saw light entering my eyes. As soon as I got out of the womb, I could hear voices that did not sound like any language or accent that I knew of.
"It is a boy." "He looks adorable." "Oohhh, look, he is smiling so happily." "That baby looks really happy to see the light, and he is even smiling so cutely." "He looks like a healthy baby."
"Madam, it is a success; you should rest." "Thanks, Yukino, but I want to see what he looks like."
I do not understand what the voices or chatter around me are saying, but I do know one thing: either they don't have a curtain, or they just didn't close it to block the light. The light is burning my eyes. Oh, heaven, why is this the first thing that's happening to me? From this blinding light, it's a bloody flashbang straight up. Why must I suffer from this as soon as I come out?
I took some time to adjust my eyes to the light, though it is not like I have a choice. I do not know who is holding me, but they are making me face the light. Even as I am screaming out of my lungs, they just did not care or realise that I am dying by the blinding light, straight up burning my eyes.
As soon as I had finished adjusting my eyes, the first thing that entered my eyes was a suspicious quack. Okay, maybe a doctor; there were even some pretty young maids around me and a pretty young lady who was holding me with a smile on her face. I observed her features; she has silver-white hair and pale grey eyes. She seems to be in her twenties, but I can discern that looks can be deceiving after all. I can feel the mana in the room; not only that, but I can also feel many other elements in the room, as I could feel them through my body senses.
After observing her, I take a look around my surroundings. Everything appears quite normal, although I suspect that the room is part of a noble home. The decorations are pretty, and the walls have a refined taste, which reinforces my belief. Although I can't understand their language, it seems that one of the maids addressed the woman holding me with a title that suggests a significant status.
As I was observing, the door to the room opened, revealing a woman who looked somewhat familiar. She was carrying a baby that appeared to have just been born; the baby was still a bit damp and not completely dried off. In contrast, I had been dry for quite a while. Following behind the woman was a young man who seemed to be in his twenties. He had a notable presence that suggested he was quite strong, but to me, he felt very weak.
He seems very familiar. Seriously, why do the woman and the man seem so familiar?
"Doesn't he seem like the character from the game called The Harem Life of the Five Greats of Evanslyna?" A voice spoke in my mind.
As I pondered the thought, I realised that he resembles the character who is the father of one of the protagonists. If I remember correctly, his name is Caedros Destenebres. I contemplated this, finding myself in agreement with the voice. Wait a second—that voice sounds so familiar.
"How have you been, Lord?" The familiar voice echoed in my mind.
"Oh God, I thought I was separated from you all during the nine months of my prenatal development. How are you able to speak in my mind now, Envy?" I voiced my thoughts aloud. Though the people around me think I am just trying to speak, though I cannot speak.
"Lord, I just woke up recently; I also felt like I was in a nap for quite a while" Envy spoke in my mind.
"Wait, so if you just woke up and were napping during my prenatal development, then, do not tell me—" As I voiced out my thoughts of concern, I was interrupted.
"Yawwnnnn, Lord, could you sleep more, please?", A voice spoke in my mind.
"Loordddd, I think we need to eat something", another voice spoke in my mind.
"Arghh, we need to vent some desire. Oh, the lady holding us seems cute", another voice spoke in my mind.
"WHO FUCKING RUINED OUR NAP!?", a voice shouted in my mind.
"Why would we want some mere mortal woman? Also, why does the place around look so lowly?" a voice said in my mind.
"Lord, I have calculated the value; everything seems worthless", another voice spoke in my mind.
At that moment, my mind ached from the simultaneous resonance of all these voices. Great, I had a throbbing headache right away after being born, after being struck in the eyes by a flashbang. Why is this occurring after my birth, man? Can't a man have a day without any incidents?
Even after that, the 6 new voices are still resonating as if they are whining like babies in my mind.
"Can you all be quiet? This body's brain isn't developed to handle an instant headache right after its birth. Or else do you want me to silence you guys permanently?"
As soon as I finished speaking, the voices in my head fell silent. These voices belong to the Seven Deadly Sins: Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Wrath, and Sloth. They are the sources of my daily headaches in my original life. They were also one of the highest-ranking in the hierarchy of devils in the universe.
"Thank you."
I thanked them in my mind and continued to observe the situation.
"Ho, it looks like you had a successful childbirth too, quite unexpected. Congratulations, you mere mistress", the woman who came inside scoffed as she carried the recent newborn.
Wow, she seems-
"Annoying?", Wrath spoke in my mind as if he read my thoughts.
"Yes... she seems to harbour a strong dislike for the woman who just gave birth to me. I have also managed to recognise her. She is Thalindra Destenebres, the mother of one of the five protagonists in this game, or should I say, in this world." I thought to myself as I confirmed my analysis.
I was considering staying in this world for just a short vacation before eventually dying. I don't need to worry about death, as I can return to my body once my spirit and consciousness separate from it. However, I may need to change my plans. If I stay in this world with an annoying stepmother, I'm afraid I might face some form of bullying. I would rather not spend my days being bullied; instead, I would prefer to return to my main body and continue pursuing my goals.
I watched as the woman—mother to the body I now inhabit—offered a polite, "Thank you, Lady Destenebres." Her tone was gracious, even warm, but something in her posture, in the slight hesitation before she spoke, betrayed a quiet ache. Though she meant her words, I could sense it: she was the one being gently, unmistakably rejected.
Seeing the situation, though, I could decipher the expression and words a bit now after observing their facial expression and their movement. I could not help but feel sadness within my heart.
"It's good that you still know your place. Now, if you would excuse me, I have to take care of my daughter," Cesline said with dismissal.
The woman carrying the baby left the room, leaving the man who is the head of the household to remain.
"Good afternoon, Lord Destenebres," said the woman who is the mother of this body, her voice gentle with concern. "You seem quite tired. You should rest—otherwise, you might collapse."
"There is no need for such concern for me," the man said, his voice smooth but distant, like frost on polished glass. Though his words were measured, they carried no warmth—only the quiet finality of someone who had long since stopped expecting kindness.
He looked at me—not with curiosity, not with warmth, but like I was something inconvenient. An obstacle. Was that really fair? I'd just been born. I hadn't even done anything yet. And the way he spoke to the mother of this body—so curt, so indifferent—it was as if our existence barely registered. Yet in the game, this same man would dote on his daughter and son as if they were his entire world. So why, in this reality, did his gaze hold nothing for us?
"I still have many things to do, so I shall give this child his name," the man said, his tone as calm and cold as before.
I snapped out of my thoughts, suddenly wondering what he was going to name me. Honestly, I'd forgotten most of the early parts of the game—it went on for so long, even up until now, before I was… soulnapped here. Or maybe "transmigrated" is the nicer way to put it.
The man's gaze swept over me, cool and deliberate, as though I were an object laid out for appraisal—something to be measured, weighed, and judged.
"Ragnar Destenebres." The words left his lips without pause, cold and detached, as if he'd plucked the name from the air without a second thought.
Before the mother of this body could utter a word, the man spoke over her.
"When I looked at his features, I found nothing of value, and I considered giving him an ordinary name. But then I met his eyes… and it was as if I was staring into his very soul. I couldn't tell if I saw a monster, a beast, a warmonger—or perhaps a stray predator. I thought again of giving him something common, yet a name suddenly flashed through my mind, as if decided by fate itself: Ragnarok. I shortened it—it felt too long." The man spoke with the same calm, cold tone as before.
The mother of this body smiled at me. "Ragnar… I love it," she said, before turning that same smile toward the man—soft and radiant, like a girl hopelessly in love.
"I shall leave now," the man said, his voice as steady and detached as ever, giving no hint of emotion before turning away.
"Thank you for your time, Lord Destenebres," the woman said with practised politeness, gratitude softening her tone as her eyes lingered on him.
With those words, the man turned and left, his presence vanishing like a shadow slipping away, leaving behind only the maids and the mother of this body.
The maids and the mother of this body chatted among themselves, their voices a mix of congratulations and quiet concern. One maid in particular—her light blue hair framing a pair of deep, dark blue eyes—watched the mother with unmistakable worry.
Their chatter faded into the background as a sharp headache clawed at my mind. The devils inside me were laughing—mocking—revelling in the reason behind my name. Ragnar… a mere fragment of the word Ragnarok, as if fate itself had whispered it in his ear.
"Ragnar…" I murmured inwardly, calm as I tried to recall his role in the game. After a moment, it came back to me—he was just an extra, a minor character who met his end at the hands of one of the five protagonists. The same protagonist who not only stole Ragnar's love interest, but was also… his half-brother.
Realising the fate of this body, one thought crossed my mind—could I just die and wake up back in my own? Please?
My thoughts scattered as the mother of this body wrapped me in a firm, almost protective hug. Her smile—bright, tender, and impossibly warm—washed over me like sunlight breaking through clouds.
Sorry, lady. Even that bright, gentle smile can't change it—I still want to die and wake up in my own body, I admitted silently, the thought heavy in my chest.
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In a realm far removed from the mortal plane, a colossal temple rested upon the clouds. Crystal waters poured from its marble terraces, weaving silver rivers through the mist, as though the heavens themselves drank from its flow.
At the very heart of the temple's vast landscape lay a small, round fountain pond. Its crystal surface shimmered, reflecting the image of me being held tightly in the arms of this body's mother. Beside the fountain stood a woman of breathtaking beauty—her long green hair glimmered with a magical, divine light, and within its depths danced countless shifting scenes, as though she carried the present world within her very being. Her emerald eyes seemed to pierce through time itself, able to glimpse the fate and life journey of any soul. Yet, despite her ethereal grace, her breaths came shallow and strained, as if the visions had drained her strength, leaving her weary and panting as she gazed into the water's reflection.
"It… is… a suc… cess…" The woman watching the reflection smiled weakly, but the expression soon faded. Slowly, she lifted her gaze—not to the cosmos itself, but to the vast barrier encasing the world, shimmering like a guardian shield in the void.
"We… do… not… have… much… time…" she whispered between ragged breaths, her voice trembling with exhaustion as her eyes remained fixed on the barrier.