The intruders rush towards my crib.

Whoosh whoosh

The uniformed man throws two daggers towards the intruders. He runs over, almost teleporting, and stabs the last one in the neck.

As the hooded figure falls her hood reveals a young woman with purple hair and a purple X on her cheek.

"Tada! As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me, my name is Isaac Huntsman" He pulls out three daggers from his side and throws them at the other three hooded figures.

"I also like pie! And cookies! But I love the sounds of your dying friend over here, absolutely magnificent!"

A sadistic smile blossoms on his face as he stomps his foot on the woman's back.

Crack

"Yes! Magnificent!"

"Hanna! You fucker, I'm going to peel your skin off your flesh!"

One of the intruders runs towards Isaac. His fists start glowing red as he runs towards Isaac.

"That's the best you could come up with? How unoriginal."

Boom!

A small explosion rings out as Isaac's dagger and the man's fist collide.

Isaac swings his dagger before the man could swing again and the green blade sinks into the man's neck.

Blood splatters all over Isaac's face and a few drops land on me.

The man falls forward and Isaac does a roundhouse kick to the man's head.

His head separates from his shoulders, as the last few pieces of skin and muscle attaching his head to his body give out.

Thump

His body falls to the ground while his head flies toward the last two intruders.

This was the man with red circles on his forehead. His angry eyes stare into the darkness as the other two intruders rush towards Isaac.

One of them spreads their fingers and arks of lighting appear. His hand crackled and lit up the dark and bloody room. It lights up his features, revealing a man with a large yellow cross under his left eye.

He swings his hand and a bolt of lightning shoots towards Isaac.

"Ha! It tickles!" Isaac says before dodging the attack.

Isaac throws a dagger toward the hooded figure rushing towards me. It misses but it causes her hood to fall and shows her pale complexion and the blue crescents under her eyes

The man with the yellow cross keeps Isaac occupied by shooting even more lighting at him.

The lady reaches my crib, her long blue hair flowing behind her, she grabs my crib and bolts towards the window.

As we get closer to the window I could feel the cool night air filling my lungs.

She takes one step on the window sill and my crib lands on the ground with a small thud.

Around her neck is a blue rope, it tightens and yanks her backward.

A tall man with dark blue hair and glasses stands at the doorway to my room. He has a blue star covering his right eye and a cold stoic expression.

At his feet are both of the intruders, They claw at the blue rope before suffocating to death. Their last sight is that of a bloody room.

"I had that Jackson," Isaac says while wiping the blood off his daggers.

"Right. That's why you almost let them take the baby"

Jackson walks past Isaac and places my crib back into its original spot.

"Oh and that's also why Tonya had to take care of the intruders who went after his parents. Because you had it, right?"

"Whatever, you ruined my fun," He says as he walks out of the room with a nonchalant attitude.

Whoosh

Isaac flies back into the room and lands on his back next to Jackson's feet. His hands frantically clawing at the blue rope around his neck.

"If anything happens to that baby, we will both be executed. So the next time you want to fuck around, think about that"

Jackson dissipates the blue rope and saunters out of the room. Isaac lays on the ground stunned before slamming his fists on the bloody marble floor.

"Fuck! Mother Fucker!" His eyes gleamed with hatred and insanity as he repeatedly slams his hand into the floor.

After a while he gets up, calm and collected like nothing happened. He leaves the room with a bloody uniform and closes the door behind him.

I'm finally alone again!

This world is very different from my original one. But things are too similar for me to ignore. I need more information, and more strength to protect myself.

But I should get some rest first.

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I woke up this morning to a cleanroom. No signs of damage or intrusion. My morning was pretty standard as my mother took care of me.

She carries me to the living room on the first floor and places me in a crib. She walks over to the kitchen and starts preparing lunch.

But while she was doing that, I noticed something that shocked me. One of the books on the shelf next to me was "The theory of relativity, By Albert Einstein".

A book, that cant exist if I transmigrated to another world. Along with the fact that I can understand the language means that I am in the same world just reborn.

And it can't be that far into the future if I can still understand everyone.

But...What changed? Why do people have superpowers? What happened to the curse? There are too many questions I can't answer.

I scan the shelf, trying to spot any recognizable names or titles. Most of the books are old historical books or science-related. There were also a few on urban legends.

Halfway through my search, I notice a name. "John Karmen, The Lost Hero", I need that book. I have to read it.

But

It's too high up, there's no way a baby like could reach it. Even if I call my mother, she wouldn't give a book to a kid who shouldn't know how to read.

What if I try to use my "magic"? How hard could it possibly be?

But how does it react? Do I just will it? I shouldn't have to say something since Isaac and Jackson didn't have to.

I close my eyes and try to imagine it falling. I try to imagine it being knocked over. I imagine the crystals forming behind the book and knocking it over.

...

I open my eyes and see that absolutely nothing has changed. The book is still there, resting on the shelf.

I continue to stare at the book until my mother suddenly picks me up

"Oh, my baby boy likes books! Your father will be delighted when he comes home!"

She starts walking towards the stairs and I can do nothing as I get further and further away from the bookshelf.

"Waaaaah!" Disappointment fills my body and I start to cry.

My mother tries everything she can to calm me down, singing, food, diaper changes. But I can't stop crying, the disappointment swells, and then something snaps.

Anger rapidly replaces disappointment, I hate being a baby, the bookshelf, my past life, the government, the ones who left me behind, being alone, I hate everything.

Suddenly something warm fills my body, my anger dissipates and I stop crying. I open my eyes and I see an old man and a solid silver wall.