Reincarnated with the Chaos Authority

"Why am I not dead?"

That was Lucian's first thought as he felt himself slowly regain consciousness.

He remembered that he had been shot and he opened his mouth to cry out for help but the wail that escaped his lips was not his own. It was high-pitched unlike his and the unmistakable sound of a newborn baby.

What the hell!!!

He was startled and tried to form words but he let out another involuntary wail.

His body felt wrong—small, weak, utterly helpless. He tried to move, but his limbs barely responded. His lungs burned as he struggled for breath.

Around him, voices erupted in relief.

"The baby is here!"

"A strong cry! He's healthy!"

"Give him to the lady at once."

He could see by their apparel that they were midwives and they had just successfully delivered a baby. Namely him. 

That can't be possible except I've been reborn into a new family. 

The room was filled with faces beaming on him and he was quite flustered with the attention he was receiving. 

He had barely registered all their faces before he was lifted and placed against warm, sweat-dampened skin. 

"Hush now, my sweet baby," a woman whispered, her voice shaking with exhaustion as she cradled his tiny head against her bosom, and the steady rhythm of a heartbeat filled his ears.

His vision was blurry, but he could make out the outline of a woman with golden hair, her face flushed and tear-streaked as she gazed down at him.

She was smiling.

Warmth surrounded him as a thick blanket was wrapped around his tiny body, but the comfort did nothing to quiet the growing terror in his mind.

This wasn't a dream.

This was real.

He had been… born. He wasn't supposed to be here. He wasn't supposed to be—

A sudden gasp from across the room caught his attention.

"My lady, you must rest," one of the midwives said. "You've lost a lot of blood."

Lucian felt his mother's grip tighten around him, as if afraid he would disappear.

"I… I just want to hold him a little longer," she murmured, pressing her lips to his forehead.

"Let the mother have her moment," a deep voice spoke.

Lucian forced his gaze upward.

A man stood near the bedside, broad-shouldered and imposing. His golden hair was tied back neatly, and his piercing blue eyes held something unreadable as they studied Lucian.

His… father?

The midwives moved swiftly around the room, wiping the sweat from his mother's brow and tending to the aftermath of the birth. One of them collected the bloodied linens, while another murmured reassurances to the exhausted woman.

As he tried to move his body, his newborn body betrayed him, exhaustion pulling at his fragile form.

"This child will do great things," his father said, stepping closer. He reached out, his large hand brushing lightly over Lucian's tiny forehead.

If you come any closer, I'll have to pee on your face. We'll see how you'll like that.

He wanted to recoil from his touch but all he could do was squirm and blink up at the man who now claimed to be his father.

His mother let out a tired laugh at his protests as she found them cute. "He already has your eyes. What shall we call him?"

The man—his father—put a finger to his chin and deliberated on the matter for a while. "How about Lucian," he murmured. 

"It sounds perfect. Lucian Vaelcrest," His mother clapped in delight as she liked the sound of it.

As they both expressed joy over his birth, little did they know how much brain cells their baby was burning currently as a result of the naming.

Lucian?

His mind reeled. Of all the names in existence, why was he given the exact one he had in his previous life?

Coincidence? No, it felt too deliberate. He couldn't believe in something that flippant.

His mother smiled weakly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Lucian… my precious son."

The midwives echoed the name in approval, but Lucian barely heard them.

Something was wrong.

This was no ordinary rebirth.

****

A few days passed since the birth of Lucian Vaelcrest and in that time, he had picked up a few things from his comfy cradle.

He has reincarnated into a different world which looked just like earth. For one, he could understand the language as everyone around him spoke English.

He wasn't yet sure about the customs of the world since he was yet to explore but the major difference between them was that there was magic in the present world.

He marvelled as he saw the adults use it around him even for daily household chores and he couldn't wait to learn all he could about it. Back on earth, he had read transmigration stories similar to what he was experiencing and they were among his favourites.

His parents were well off as was evident by the luxurious cot he dwelt in and the handmaidens that attended them and he was thankful for it. Being born into a noble family had its perks.

He didn't know much about the world he was in yet but he knew that the rich were guaranteed a comfortable life and it held true no matter the world.

Contrary to what he thought at first, he wasn't the sole child of the family as his parents had had a girl before him. 

Her name was Sophia and she was just four years old. Their interactions had been limited since she rarely came to the nursery but Lucian already considered her a snotty nosed brat. 

She was always throwing tantrums and was quite manipulative for her age and Lucian wouldn't have minded her at all but for the fact that she always pinched him when his parents weren't looking.

Since he was too young to talk, he had to resort to crying whenever she was around. Thankfully, their parents had noticed it and kept her from his cot. He shuddered whenever he remembered that he had to spend his childhood with her.

He knew though that it didn't matter in the grand scheme of things, he knew from reading that his first matter of business was to try to awaken his mana core.

So on a sunny afternoon when he was feeling up to it, he set out to try it and he clasped his hands in meditation and closed his eyes.

"Alright, here goes nothing…."