God gifted me a new life as a what?! // BL

Synopsis

In this world, everyone is given three chances at life. No, it's not a sad story where the protagonist found out his significant other is living his last and is at death door. It's just 'his' story. He was a dirt poor knight turned into a hero, overcoming all kinds of obstacles. He was once the most handsome bachelor in the empire, born from a lowly noble house.

So, why? Why is he so tired of living? When he should've taken pride in all the things he achieved. He was once deserving of the title Saint. He was also the pride of the empire when he became a holy knight through effort. A musician, a swordmaster, an instructor, a son, a brother, a friend, a lover. All the roles he played were polished and mastered through blood, sweat and tears.

But humans were fickle beings. They betrayed him. They backstabbed him when greed and envy took over their mind. And he was there to bear all the hate thrown at him and was made into a predator, all because he was something they are not. Maybe it's a saint's complex, or naivety, rather than feeling raged and developing a thirst for blood and revenge for people that betrayed him, he was sad.

He was heartbroken knowing that people he loved and trusted didn't feel the same. He was filled with thoughts that maybe he was the only one feeling secure in the relationship they had. Debating and contemplating whether it has been a one-sided relationship from the beginning, with him dragging the other behind. At the very least, he didn't feel guilty because, in the end, it was he that was betrayed.

Seeing their precious human in such a predicament, even a God took pity on him.

And so, the third life starts.

His consciousness took over a few hours after he was born. It was like this in the previous life too. It was a privilege given to him, The Hero, that saved the world. He was enlightened by the secret of the universe, courtesy of the Angels bestowing him with this knowledge as a gift after his first life ended. He was the only one that knows everyone has three chances at life and was made aware of his previous ones.

As a newborn, he couldn't move around. He lay awake in his cot, taking in the large marble ceilings. He was glad. In fact, he was very happy and overjoyed that finally, he was born into a rich family. A diamond spoon is definitely better than silver. He had lived the poor life twice and honestly he is getting tired of that. This life was after all a gift from a God so he should be able to enjoy it.

He lay awake, thinking of how he should live this life this time. The first one, he was a hero. Though he died in vain because someone literally backstabbed him. The second one was, in a way, worse. He was a hardworking musician, an entertainer travelling the world to make money for his noble family. He died in vain, again, after staying in the empire's capital as a guest for a few months.

This time, he decided that living just for the sake of living, might not be too bad. He was born from a diamond spoon, so maybe he doesn't have to work at all and will be able to just live off of his family's wealth. Unless, if he was the firstborn. He really wishes he wasn't.

Pat. Pat.

The sound of footsteps got closer. Someone lifted him and he was brought into a warm embrace.

"Yuu, my sweet child. Let's get you to your mommy. She wanted to see you so bad aabbobobbo". A man I'm guessing is my dad started blowing a raspberry on my stomach. It was ticklish. Prrutt. Dad, who seemed stunned started laughing out loud, "Baahhahaaha, my son came into this world five hours ago and is already making fun of his dad".

I guess Yuu is my name. Also, I'm a newborn, I couldn't possibly hold my fart.

As my father walked somewhere, I heard a soft giggle. "He was just born but we can already see who he took after." Mother. Talking in such an affectionate way it has to be mom. As I was thinking that, father passes me over to another set of arms. "It has to be you." Father jokes.

Mom holds me close and quietly watched me as I watched her back. "Isn't he adorable?" Father said in a soft tone. "The prettiest" My mom whispered in a soft voice. She looked away, probably in dad's direction. "He's so cute. I want to nom nom his cheekies." Mom spoke in a pout almost in tears. "Me too." My father's arms encircle us.

What a warm family. He felt safe and accepted in their arms. He should thank the God that gifted him this life. And the Angels too.

Pitter. Patter.

There was a lot of footsteps coming from outside the room. It is as expected from a noble household to have attendants.

Knock. Knock.

Mom and dad giggled like they expected it to happen.

"Mom, Dad, can we see the baby" A kid's voice. "We're coming in." Another kid's voice. Footsteps quickly run and they jumped on the bed. Two kids. "I-Is that our sibling?" The first one asked.

Mom smiled and nodded, "Yes, guys, his name is Yuu." She holds me up so that I could see them, and they could see me. Oh. They were twins. Their faces were almost identical and if you look closely their eyes were different shades of gold. The only significant difference is the spot they have on their cheeks. It was like they were mirroring each other.

They, my brothers, looked at me in awe and something else. "Mom, he's so wrinkly!" The first one. "Yes!" The second one. "But adorable!" Again, the second one. "Uhuh! Very adorable! He got the same eyes as us!" The first one said in awe, seeing me having the same eye colour. Dad laughed "You mean the same as me, right?" Mom slapped his arm. "All babies were, well, wrinkly, after they were born. It took you guys a few months too to lose all the wrinkles."

I am after all a newborn, we all go through the same fate of being born a raisin. I bet I'm hella cute since even kids called me adorable in this, wrinkly phase.

"Hmm-hmm, I see" The first one muttered. "I'm kinda jealous he got your hair mom." Mom's eyes sparkled, "Bahaahahaha u heard that loser, everyone wants my healthy shiny black hair gene." After shortly teasing dad, mom turned to me. "Oguogu, my little black haired angel. I hope you resemble me after growing up. You will be loved by all just like I am." Mom started playing with me.

..

"He's so tiny," Said the first one.

"Mom, what's his primary gender?" Asked the second one.

Primary gender is something that was found out immediately after birth. It's not the secondary gender, male and female, that you are thinking about. In this world there exist a predetermined primary gender that was instilled in your soul. Mine was, of course, Alpha.

Originally, the three genders alpha, beta, omega, don't have a significant meaning except for the biological way of how the body works. Like releasing pheromones, going through heat or rut, having a womb or knot, and that was it. I didn't realise then how selfish and corrupted human was. After saving the world, they started making things up about how I was an Alpha that made me a holy knight and that the gender was a blessing from a God.

I found out in my second life that they took my salvation for the weak for granted. I was recorded in the Empire's History book as a hero that was betrayed. My then friend or betrayer's story was found out too late. He hung up himself out of guilt and left a letter telling his side of the story. It was recorded in the empire's library which I had the chance to explore before my second death.

I was hoping this life would be different. It was painful to see the people suffering in my second life because I was ignorant in the first one. It was also, one of the reasons I was punished to death in my previous life because I was framed and made to be a promiscuous alpha that goes around being a predator. What sucked the most about it though, was the fact that the punisher knew I was not someone who he claimed I was. Still, he gladly took my life with one swing of the sword with crazed eyes, like it was the best decision he ever made.

The memory made me shudder. I can feel the tears in my eyes, feelings of betrayal and unexplainable sadness and pain overcame me. Death was a scary experience. I remember my head falling to the ground and losing consciousness. The pain of being dead, and the soul transferring from one body to another. The slow trickle of blood, slowly losing your life while the killer was crying in your cold heavy arms. The first death was especially painful because I died due to blood loss. The feeling of your soul being slowly pulled away was the same pain as the second death but it lasted longer. He left me to die alone after crying in my arms. Bastard.

"Oh, your baby brother is omega"