I have always hated stories of instant overpowered abilities, sexual attraction, or incredible luck. Where is the slog, the blood, the scars. So when my second chance came, I didn't waste it with hesitation. I grabbed it for the lifeline it was.
When you reincarnate it is confusing as shit, kind of like waking from a coma. Bits of illegible sound and flashes of colorful blobs as you slowly realize you shit yourself constantly. Understanding this predicament naturally follows a psychological freak out as your mind fights for coherent thought.
As with all children mere weeks old merely screaming for everything related to food, shit, and existence already took an enormous use of energy. Trying to think of anything else during these boughts was taxing on such a young mind. So I didn't think. I let my instincts lead as I couldn't understand my own thoughts, as chaotic and impulsive they were.
(Of course my character couldn't start grinding the second after he was born, he's a baby. "Some" authors forget that no matter what the character obtains they are still trapped in a useless baby body. Could a baby have the brain to understand anything after birth? NO!! IT'S A BABY BODY!!)
Anyway let's skip the boring stuff and get to the actual story.