A dwarf in past life, but an artistic genius in this life

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Flash.

A blinding light pierced through Blackhammer's eyelids, sharp enough to sting.

When he tried to raise his right arm to shield his eyes, a heavy pain surged through it.

The pain was so intense that his face twisted in discomfort.

'Is it broken?'

Barely opening his eyes, Blackhammer lifted his head slightly to look at his arm.

Not only was his right arm wrapped in white bandages, but his right leg was as well.

'Did I get run over by a carriage?'

He carefully tried to move his arms and legs. The sharper his consciousness became, the more vivid the pain grew.

"Ugh!"

Blackhammer groaned, his eyes widening-not from pain, but from shock.

The voice that came from his mouth was that of a young boy, a voice he had never heard before.

"Huh?"

Startled, Blackhammer tried to speak again, and someone shot up from a nearby cot.

It was a disheveled woman.

She stared at Blackhammer in disbelief before covering her mouth with her hands.

"Jung-hwan? Are you awake? Can you see me, sweetie?"

Her voice was filled with desperate hope.

But Blackhammer couldn't answer.

He couldn't comprehend the situation unfolding before him.

'Mom? Did she just say mom?'

That made no sense. This was impossible.

At that moment, the hospital room door opened, and a man entered.

The thin man, dressed in worn work clothes, carried a black plastic bag in his hand.

"Min-young, I got some bread... Wait, Jung-hwan is awake?"

His eyes trembled as he looked at Blackhammer.

Dropping the bag to the floor, the man rushed to his side.

"Jung-hwan, can you see me? It's Dad! Do you recognize me?"

Hearing the emotion-laden voice, Blackhammer felt as if he couldn't breathe.

'This can't be... My parents passed away long ago.'

But as the hands of these new "parents" touched his cheeks, his chaotic mind was suddenly soothed.

Their touch was soft and tender, calming like a gentle breeze that could still a raging storm.

It was a touch filled with affection-one that he had longed for, identical to how his parents had cared for him with boundless love in his previous life.

At that moment, Blackhammer realized something.

He had been reborn in the body of a boy named Jung-hwan.

'Mom... Dad...'

Old memories resurfaced.

His father, Wildhammer, had been the most renowned sculptor and painter among the dwarves of the Karlos continent.

There were even strange rumors that his creations would come to life at night.

His mother, Helena, was an influential art critic and an elf.