If you asked me what hitting rock bottom looked like, I wouldn't even flinch.
It's waking up at 2 p.m. with no job, no girl, a half-empty beer bottle in your hand, and waifugami still open on your second monitor.
It's standing shirtless in your kitchen at 3 a.m., eating cereal with beer instead of milk because you ran out and can't be bothered to walk to the corner store.
It's laughing with your boys about how "life is a joke," then staring at your ceiling later that night wondering if it even matters anymore.
My name was Vaknin. Nineteen. Drunk. Broken. Done.
That night, I decided I was tired of pretending things were okay.
I turned off the lights, grabbed my phone to put on one last melancholic anime OST — "Ichiban no Takaramono," of course — and opened my browser.
Not to write a goodbye letter.
Not to message anyone.
No.
To delete my search history.
"Let me go with some honor…" I whispered to no one.
But fate had other plans.
Before I could even click "Clear All," I heard tires screeching.
A flash of light.
A blast of sound.
Truck.
Classic.
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I expected hell. Or nothing. Or maybe that old guy with the white beard every other isekai MC talks to.
Instead… I woke up to light.
Warm, golden light. The smell of straw. The distant sound of birds chirping in a way I'd only heard in fantasy RPGs.
I tried to move — and realized my arms were tiny. My legs were soft. My voice—
> "GAHHHH—GA—GAAAH?!"
...I was a damn baby.
Not just any baby, apparently. A baby chosen by fate.
A tall, muscular man with a huge sword strapped to his back entered the straw hut and stood over me. His brown eyes softened.
> "He's awake… Our boy is awake!"
Beside him stood a stunning woman — long silver hair, pointed ears, and glowing golden eyes. An elf? No. Something divine. A hybrid?
She leaned down and brushed my forehead.
> "He has your strength," she whispered to the man. "And my eyes."
> "His name…" the man said proudly, "will be Sakamoto."
Sakamoto?
...Well damn. That actually sounds sick.
Better than Vaknin, honestly.
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And just like that — I, a loser who couldn't even manage to delete his browser history before dying — was reincarnated into a world of swords, elves, and destiny.
A world where cows had six legs.
Where children trained with blades by age six.
Where gyats were bountiful and waifus walked with magic in their veins.
A world called Lucala.
And me?
I was now Sakamoto — son of warriors, born into legend.
A second chance.
A new life.
A wild, lewd, dangerous, emotional, chaotic, unforgettable journey…
...was just beginning.