|Weak Hero| Change the Fate's Design

Chapter 1

All of the ages in this fanfic are Korean ages because this takes place in South Korea. Although the South Korean age system is no longer in use now, during the time Weak Hero was written and published it was still in use which is why I am still sticking to the South Korean age system.

Donald's whole body ached as he limped down the street. He rummaged through his pocket and took out his chocolate bar that was surprisingly still in one piece despite all of the fighting. Recalling his mother giving him a smaller bar of chocolate when he was younger, Donald snapped off two squares and popped them into his mouth.

He didn't know where he was walking to and just let his feet wander around. Would he end up going back to his office in Yeouinaru or back to his apartment? Maybe his feet would lead him to the hospital to treat his wounds. He had no set directions.

He looked up when he heard the familiar voices of Eunjang and saw them on an overpass bridge. His eyes landed on the White Mamba and he found himself unconsciously walking towards them. "HEY! WHITE MAMBA!" His shouts caught the attention of all seven Eunjang students. "Get down here! Let's go again!"

The high schoolers all stared at him with confusion.

"You didn't answer my question!" Donald's mind was a bit fuzzy. He couldn't remember what question he had asked Gray, but he knew that he wanted Gray's answer. He took a few steps forward.

A truck was quickly approaching. The roar of the engine neared and the driver, who hadn't initially seen Donald due to his all black attire, honked his horn. From the overpass, Gray was able to see the incoming truck.

"DONALD! GET OUT OF THE WAY!" Gray screamed while pointing to the side.

Donald's mind became even fuzzier. He was confused by Gray's franticness and panic. "I said...let's fight again,"

"GET OUT OF THE WAY, DONALD!"

He turned his head and was blinded by the bright headlights as he was struck by the truck. 'Why am I floating?' He stared at Gray and saw his horrified expression. 'Why are you looking at me like that?' He thought back to how Gray had also scored first place at the Olympiad and how Gray had solved the S-level problem he had submitted. 'Oh...Gray...do you think maybe...if we had met sooner...we could have been...friends?'

Immense pain coursed throughout Donald's body as he landed on the asphalt. He felt blood begin to gush out of a new head wound. Donald knew that he was dying. Part of him wanted to live and maybe start over and become friends with Gray. But another part of him was just tired. He was so tired of being strong and being at the top. 

Although he was strong enough to defeat anyone who dared to challenge him in a fight, it was very lonely. He had Kingsley by himself but Kingsley saw him as a superior and pretty much worshipped the ground he walked on. Kingsley didn't see him as an equal and in return, Donald couldn't see Kingsley as an equal either. Donald wanted someone who saw him as an equal. He wanted a friend who could understand him.

Even if Donald survived, would Gray even want to be his friend? The Union has caused so much trouble for Eunjang over the school year. The Union had put one of Gray's friends in a coma. Gray had no reason to want to be his friend.

Donald closed his eyes and dreamt. He dreamt of a world where he had met Gray much earlier, as early as elementary school. He dreamt of Gray being his first friend. He dreamt of them hanging out together and studying together and playing video games together. He dreamt of them attending the same schools together and being happy.

XXX

Donald didn't expect to be able to open his eyes again nor did he expect to not be in pain. He lifted his hand up to his face and found it to be much smaller and chubbier. He was confused because it wasn't his hand, yet when he wiggled his fingers and opened and closed his fist, the hand in front of him responded.

'This looks like a toddler's hand. Why is my hand so small?' He lifted his other hand and saw that it was also a toddler's hand. He brought the hands to his face and felt a lot more baby fat than Donald remembered having. 'Am I a toddler!?'

He managed to force himself into a sitting position. He felt incredibly off balanced due to being much smaller. He inspected all of his limbs and realized that he was indeed a toddler. He stared at his skin with confusion. At first, he thought it was because his skin was clear with not a single sign of his tattoos. But after a few more seconds, he realized it was because his skin wasn't even his skin tone.

'I didn't de-age and revert to a toddler. I'm a completely different person entirely!' Donald realized. 'Is this reincarnation? Rebirth? But how do I still have my memories?' He was angry. While most people would consider reincarnating to be a blessing, Donald had been hoping to reunite with his mother in Afterlife after he had died. 

'If they were going to reincarnate me, then they should've at least taken away my memories! Or is this some kind of curse? Am I supposed to suffer having the memories of my past life? Is this karma for all the suffering I caused others as Donald Na?'

Donald looked around the nursery room. It seemed like a relatively normal baby room, meaning that his parents in this life actually loved him. It was a sense of relief that Donald wouldn't have to go through an abusive childhood again. Right now he was physically weak and wouldn't be able to fight back. He hated the sense of helplessness.

"Oh, Silver, you're awake," A woman entered the nursery and walked over to him. He gently picked him up. "I just finished warming up a bottle of formula," She gave the baby bottle one last shake before uncapping it and holding it up to Donald's mouth.

'Silver? So that's my name,' Donald felt a bit pain to his pride as he drank the bottle of formula. He shoved his pride down and told himself that in order to survive, he needed to drink. In his current state, he wouldn't be able to procure his own necessities so he had to rely on others. 'This woman is my mother. She looks familiar despite having never met her before,'

Word Count: 1048

I like time travel fanfics, but this one has a bit of a twist. Donald traveled back in time but he's not his younger self but rather Silver Yeon. From here on out, he'll be labeled as Silver in this story unless otherwise stated.