Tbate - The Ravager's Rebirth

Blessing or a Curse?

  Perhaps everything went wrong the moment my family died in front of me. Honestly, I couldn't care less now. My impending death, in the end, is a pointless one—no funeral, no one to mourn for me. Just betrayal and bitterness was left inside of me.

  If only I had the strength to slaughter them all..

   After losing my sole purpose—war—I could have sought a new one. But I was tired, bored. I couldn't find it in me to stand up, to fight for survival after that miserable ambush.

  As I lay in my own pool of blood, I finally felt something—an emotion, fleeting as it was. Not guilt for all the lives I'd taken, not regret for failing to slaughter those who betrayed me. Just a faint flicker of happiness. This hellish life was finally coming to an end.

...

Unknown Time Later

  "What the hell is going on?" I thought, utterly confused.

  I couldn't move. Everything was pitch black in this... space? Was this my afterlife? Just existing in some endless abyss? My senses were gone. I couldn't even feel myself breathe.

  Fucking splendid.

  But then, after what felt like an eternity—or maybe just a few moments—something shifted.

  A small twitch in my fingers, a faint stir in my legs. It wasn't much, but after the overwhelming stillness, it felt like an explosion of sensation. My body, though foreign and weak, was regaining something—a connection to movement, to life. The numbness was fading, slowly being replaced by an awareness of my limbs, of the space around me.

  I tried to shift again, pushing against the walls, but they only closed back in around me. 

  A soft heartbeat echoed in the distance. It wasn't mine. I wasn't alone in here.

  A twin, I realized. There was another heartbeat, another presence, right next to me. And I could feel them moving too, struggling just as much as I was. Damn it. We're...in a womb?

  Suddenly, I understood. I wasn't dead. I had been reborn.

  The realization hit me like a hammer. Reincarnation. And apparently, I wasn't alone in this.

  I struggled to make sense of my new reality. My once powerful limbs now felt tiny, useless. I kicked weakly, and my arms flailed in frustration. To go from wielding a sword and taking lives to being... this—small, helpless, dependent. The irony was unbearable.

  I didn't have the strength to break free, not yet. For now, I was stuck in this bizarre limbo, growing slowly, awaiting my new life—one that would undoubtedly be different from the last. But the question remained: Would it be a blessing or just another curse?

...

  The moment I emerged from the warmth of the womb, it felt like I was being ripped apart.I had faced death, slaughtered countless enemies, and endured endless battles, but this—this was something else entirely. My skin burned from the cold air, and the once muffled sounds of the world came crashing into me like a thunderstorm, each one louder and more piercing than the last. My chest tightened, the sudden rush of oxygen forcing itself into my lungs for the first time, and the sensation was unbearable.

  I tried to keep it in. After all, I was no stranger to pain, right? I had faced down men who could make mountains tremble. But this... this was hell.

  Suddenly, I couldn't help it.

  I screamed.

  The cry ripped out of me like a primal roar—raw and desperate. The shock of being thrust into this new world, the overwhelming rush of sensations, the burning cold on my fragile skin—it was too much. I couldn't stop myself, as much as I wanted to. Every nerve in my body was on fire, and there was no sword in my hand, no armor to protect me.

  "Goddamn... what the fuck...?" I cursed inwardly between each shrill cry. The sounds that left my mouth were nothing more than a baby's wails, but in my mind, I was fuming. If I could've spoken, I'd have let loose a string of profanities that could make a soldier blush.

  My body, now tiny and helpless, trembled uncontrollably. The weight of the world—its sounds, smells, the piercing lights—felt like a war unto itself. I cursed the gods or whoever was responsible for reincarnating me like this, throwing me back into the world like some helpless creature.

  I felt hands lift me again, wrapping me in something warm, but it didn't help. Everything was foreign. Too loud, too bright, too damn cold.

  I cried again, my throat already raw. I hated this. I am Zane fucking Lewin, or at least I had been—The Ravager. I wasn't supposed to be reduced to this—a wailing infant. I wanted to shut it all out, retreat back to the silence of the void where I had existed before.

  But there was no going back. This was my new life now.

  Somewhere in the chaos, I felt another presence next to me. My twin. Arthur. His cries echoed mine, though somehow softer, less furious. He was my younger brother by mere minutes, but I already hated how calm he seemed compared to me.

  The voices around us grew softer, the blinding lights dimmed, and I felt the pressure of someone holding me close—my mother. Her warmth soothed the raging storm in my mind, but it didn't erase the frustration, the anger of being reborn into this powerless form.I closed my eyes, still trembling, my tiny hands clenching weakly. I was no stranger to war, but this—being born—was the cruelest battlefield I had ever known.

  "Damn it," I thought bitterly, as the cries eventually began to subside. "I survived hell once. Guess I'll survive this too."

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Hey everyone!

This chapter came out faster than I expected, and there's something I want to address—the MC's personality. As you've probably noticed, the main character is someone who curses a lot, is cold, and doesn't really care about others. I do plan to develop his personality over time so he becomes more likable. That said, he'll still be kind of rough around the beginning of the story, but he'll still have morals and a certain level of respect for his family during this phase. 

Hope you enjoy the progression as the story unfolds!