An endless void.Dr. Kang Jisoo had no concept of time.
There was no sense of self, no awareness of existence. Just an abyss.Then—light.A rush of sensations overwhelmed him. Cold air.
The faint sound of muffled voices. Something soft pressing against his back. His mind, sluggish and disoriented, struggled to process the sudden influx of reality.
His first thought was: I'm finally back.A smirk crept onto his face, and his exhausted mind conjured up all sorts of exciting, mature activities he could finally indulge in.Then—his arms wiggled uselessly. His vision was blurry. His entire body felt… wrong.
He tried to sit up, only to realize he couldn't.His smirk faded.Something was very, very off.The blurry scene before him started to take shape—a sleek metallic ceiling lined with glowing blue panels, holographic displays flickering in the air, and worst of all… a giant face looming over him.
"Waaaah! He's awake! Honey, come look! Our baby is awake!" a woman's overly excited voice screeched.Wait. Baby?Jisoo tried to move his hands. Tiny, chubby fingers wiggled in front of him. His legs kicked feebly under a soft blanket.His tiny mouth opened, and with all the gravitas of a man who had once been a world-renowned scientist, he declared:"FUCK."
Only it came out as a pathetic, gurgly baby noise.What in the unholy name of physics is this?!Before he could fully process the horror of the situation, another voice rang out. "Finally! My son has awoken from his nap!"
A deep, dramatic male voice boomed.Jisoo's tiny eyes darted to the source—a tall, broad-shouldered man with wild brown hair and an intense gaze, wearing a futuristic uniform far too decorated for the chaotic energy he radiated."I shall raise him to be a great military officer! A starship captain! A—"
"No, you will not," the woman cut in, placing her hands on her hips. "My baby is going to be a scholar. Smart, refined, and nothing like you."Jisoo blinked."Ah! Look at those eyes! He already has the intelligence of a master engineer!"
the woman swooned, clutching her heart. "My little Jihu!"Jihu? Who the hell was Jihu? Wait, was that his new name?!The father let out a deep laugh, striking a ridiculous heroic pose. "Scholar or warrior, my son shall be great! But first, he must eat!"Jisoo, still trying to process his situation, decided to focus on the only good news in this disaster—food.
Big mistake.A colorful, gooey substance was placed in front of him. It shimmered oddly, almost like liquid neon.Oh well, food is food… He took a hesitant bite.His tiny eyes widened in pure horror.It tasted like NOTHING. Not just bland, but as if flavor itself had been erased from existence.His face scrunched up in betrayal.
His mother gasped. "Look at that expression! Such refinement! He already has a delicate palate!"His father, oblivious to his suffering, laughed heartily. "Excellent! He is strong enough to endure emergency rations at such a young age! A true warrior's stomach!"Jisoo wanted to cry. What kind of dystopian nightmare was this?!---Over the next few days, he came to terms with three horrifying truths:
He had been reincarnated as a baby named Kang Jihu.
His parents were absolutely insane, and the food was no better than sludge.
He was in a completely different world—or rather, a massive spaceship belonging to one of the ruling families of the galaxy.
His father, Kang Daeho, was not just a starship captain, but the head of one of the main ruling families. He was a loud man, who spoke entirely in a dramatic, booming voice like a wannabe space emperor. He narrated everything he did, whether it was drinking coffee or fixing the ship's engines.
His mother, Yoon Hayeon, was the complete opposite. Graceful, intellectual, and with the patience of a saint—until her husband did something idiotic, which was often. Jisoo had already witnessed her hit him on the head with a data pad twice in one day.
The planet he now lived on was an exoplanet orbiting a white dwarf star, a world unlike anything he had seen before. The sky was a faint, eerie blue even at night, and the terrain was filled with shimmering mineral forests and vast crystalline plains. The population was a chaotic mix of species—humans, towering reptilian warriors, floating jellyfish-like scholars, and robotic citizens coexisting in a massive, technologically advanced society.
One particularly traumatizing moment was when his father, in an effort to "train" him early, tried to put him in a baby-sized exosuit. He had been moments away from getting yeeted into the vacuum of space before his mother smacked his father so hard that the ship's AI registered it as a mild seismic event.Realizing he was in uncharted territory,
Jisoo made a decision.Lay low. Gather information. Survive.And most importantly—avoid his insane father's combat training at all costs.By "laying low," he meant watching something like TV and lazing around eating snacks. He giggled, giving a smug smile on his baby face. Under the pretense of "gathering information," he was gleefully watching useless kids' shows and idol programs instead of anything remotely useful, like the news.To be continued…