Kael, though, was not at the party. He was not laughing, dancing, or partaking in the pleasure that filled the halls outside. Instead, he was on his back in the safety of his crib— I mean his bed cage. His golden eyes, wide and alert fixed up at the ceiling.
He was trapped couldn't move. Couldn't crawl. Could not even roll over without some maid flipping him like a pancake. The worst part?
He was wide awake.
And so, so pissed.
"Are you enjoying the party, Kael?"
Oh wait. You can't. Because you're a f**king baby.
The thought cut through his brain, sharper than a knife. The laughter outside wasn't just annoying—it was mocking. Every song felt like it pierce a little deeper into his fragile patience, and the beat of the drums was not enjoyable and more like a countdown timer to insanity.
He tried to turn his face to the wall. Failed. He tried to kick off the blanket. Failed again.
"This is just like college," Kael thought bitterly.
Stacked dormitories like sardines. Frat parties pumping EDM at 2 a.m. through thin-ass plaster walls. Drunken idiots smashing bottles, and girls screaming about stolen phones while Kael bent over textbooks, trying to memorize the structure of a kidney.
All he wanted back then was to become a doctor. Not because of glory or money—but because he wanted to be important. To save people. To do something.
And what did he benefit from it?
A shiny scholarship.
A 4.0 GPA.
And then, a drunk driver blowing through a red light and turning him into f**king roadkill.
And oh yeah—he died a virgin.
"Unbelievable," he thought with a dry, bitter laugh trapped behind baby gums.
All that hard work. All that pressure. All that damn sacrifices—for what?
He'd never kissed a girl. Never held hands under starlight. Never even danced at prom. Just… library lights, microwave noodles, and a graveyard shift that never ended.
And now? Reincarnated. As a baby.
Again, no choice. No freedom.
Just endless diapers, warm milk, and stupid bedtime stories.
And tonight was an another fairy tale story from a maid with too much lipstick not enough excitement.
"…and the little witch flapped her arms really hard. And then, by the moon's light, she finally flew…"
'This is insane. I'm stuck here, and all she can do is read me some boring fairy tale?' It was so mind-numbing it was physically painful And she knew it.
But then his eyes flicked toward the door with a hint of mischief. Screw it. If I can't go out, at least I can have some fun with her.
Kael slowly let his body go limp, letting out a long, exaggerated sigh to signal that he was about to sleep.
The maid was relieved to finally have some peace she stood up quietly. 'Thank di gods', she thought, moving to slip out of the room.
She had been stuck here for hours, tending to Kael while her colleagues had gone off to enjoy the party. But not me... I'm stuck here with the brat.
Kael, however, had no intention of letting her leave. As soon as she reached the door, he sucked in a deep breath and let out a loud, high-pitched wail.
"WAAAAH!"
The maid froze in the doorway, her shoulders sagging. She turned back to find Kael, wide-eyed and tear-streaked, crying at the top of his lungs. The sound of his cry reverberated throughout the room, cutting through the night's quiet like a blade.
She hurried back to his side, frustration mark on her face. "Kael, please, please don't cry like that!" she pleaded, her voice breaking as she tried to comfort him. "You need to sleep. I'll be right back. Please, just rest."
Kael's golden eyes twinkled with mischief as he soaked in her stress. I can keep this up all night, he thought with a grin. She's not going anywhere.
But after a few minutes, she seemed to calm herself, brushing her hands through Kael's soft hair. She whispered gently, "I'll be right back. Just stay quiet, okay? I'll come back as soon as I can."
Kael, still faking his slumber, heard her leave, the sound of the door softly clicking shut. Perfect. Now, I can finally—
But before he could enjoy the quiet, he heard her faint footsteps outside the door. The maid was standing there, just out of sight, lingering in the hallway, wanting to break free and join the party.
Oh, no you don't, Kael thought, barely able to suppress his smirk.
He waited, letting the silence stretch out for a few seconds, and then—WAAAAH!
The high-pitched wail once again echoed throughout the room. The maid jumped, turning back into the room, visibly exasperated. "Kael! Please! Stop crying! Why do you keep doing this?"
Kael's eyes narrowed playfully as she rushed back to his side. She's going to break any second now. He could see the frustration on her face, but also the desperate hope in her eyes that he might just fall asleep. It was almost too much fun.
Six times this happened, each time the maid leaving with the thought that Kael had finally drifted off, only to have him cry again the moment she reached the door. She had tried every trick she knew to calm him, but Kael wasn't interested in being quiet. Not tonight.
Finally, after the sixth attempt, something unexpected happened. The maid, her expression weary but understanding, sighed again, slumping into the chair beside him. She seemed to have given up.
"Fine. You win. I can't leave," she muttered. "But if you're going to keep me here, I'm going to tell you something you probably won't understand yet."
Kael blinked, his cry tapering off as he tilted his head, genuinely intrigued. Now we're talking. If she's going to stick around, I might as well get something out of it.