"Owa owa... Owa??"
Wait—why the hell am I crying?
Why can't I speak?
Hold on... did I just turn into a baby?!
And why is this old man crying while holding me?
"It's a healthy boy!" the old man shouts, lifting me up like I'm the greatest thing ever born.
"An heir to this house," says another man, clearly a noble from how he's dressed and how his chin tilts like it owns the air.
"Oh, a noble family, huh?"
Lucky! Reincarnated with a silver spoon! Maybe this life's gonna be—
"Let's check his magic power!" the old man says, clearly way too hyped.
Wait...
Magic power?
This world got magic?
Ah....Please don't be the cliché I think it is.
They bring me over to a shiny crystal ball.
"Whoa… that thing looks beautiful," I think, as my tiny baby hand is placed on it.
Shiiinnne
The room falls silent. Then the old man gasps.
"This kid... This kid..." he mutters again and again, looking at me like I just did a grave sin.
"What? What is it?" the noble man--my so-called dad asks nervously.
"This kid... is trash. No—he's worse than trash," the old man says, face twisted in disgust.
"No!! That's not a funny joke, Father!" My father's yells.
"I'm not joking. His mana pool is tiny. It's like... a teaspoon," the old man replies grimly.
Wait a teaspoon? Come on man make it at least a teacup
"No!! This kid is not my son. He's not the heir of this family!" the noble snaps.
Wait what? Why do they sound like I'm about to disappear any second now?!
As I try to process what's happening, I still don't fully get the conversation—but I can tell it's not looking good for me.
"Let's just say the kid died the day he was born," my father mutters, stone cold.
Eh?? Wait, what?! Ain't no way I'm losing my second life seconds after I got born!