In the pitch-black abyss between death and birth, I awoke.
I had died at twenty-three, though the memory of the exact moment was fragmented, smeared by shock and regret. A car accident. Metal folding like paper. The awful quiet of numbness after impact. Then nothing.
Nothing—until now.
Voices reached me through the void. Rough, breathy, like people who had lived entire lives without ever seeing a mirror.
"Push harder."
"He's coming—get the water."
My mind jolted.
Rebirth? No… reincarnation? Is that what this is?
Pressure closed around me. Warmth dragged me forward. Then I burst through into cold air, coughing instinctively.
The world slapped me with sensation.
Not darkness.
Not emptiness.
But light.
Blinding, shimmering, real light.
My newborn eyes narrowed reflexively against the smoke of torches and the swaying shadows of bodies clustered in a small hut made of furs and woven reeds. Every person in the room moved with hesitation, arms extended like feeling antennae, tapping the air to navigate.
Wait… blind? They're blind.
A chill trickled through me.
The pieces snapped together.
The torches. The furs. The silence. The blindness.
And then the names spoken by familiar voices in the background:
"Maghra, breathe!"
"Baba will return soon."
Maghra.
Baba.
I froze internally.
No. No way. I know this.
This was See.
The post-apocalyptic world where sight had vanished, where tribes battled with blades and superstition, and where the few who could see became heresy, miracle, or weapon depending on who claimed them.
But that wasn't even the most shocking part.
The woman holding me leaned close, voice trembling with exhaustion and awe.
"Kofun," she whispered. "My son."
My brain detonated.
I reincarnated as Kofun—?!
Future son of Baba Voss. Brother to Haniwa. One of the first sighted children in generations. Political catalyst. Walking symbol. Future prince. And—if I remembered correctly—someone whose very existence altered the balance of power between tribes and kingdoms.
This is insane.
A memory surfaced: war with the Trivantians, queen Kane's fanaticism, sight becoming taboo and sacred all at once, Payan politics collapsing, and wars erupting like fires.
But this time I wasn't just a baby.
I had my old memories.
I knew the future.
And—
A soft chime resonated inside my skull.
Reincarnation Protocol Complete.
Preparing System Seed…
My breath caught.
Oh. Oh that's very WebNovel.
The voice was gentle and genderless, like polished glass. The others in the hut didn't react. Only I heard it.
Adjusting to Sovereign Candidate…
Trait Detected: Unique Sensory Advantage (Sight)
Trait Detected: Knowledge Beyond Era
Trait Detected: Reincarnated Soul
Processing…
My heart hammered — or whatever a newborn's equivalent was.
Dominion System Installed.
Dominion.
Not "Hero System." Not "Hunter System."
Dominion — as in rule, territory, sovereignty.
Initializing Sovereign Template…
Error: Host body insufficiently developed.
System locked. Growth required.
So the system wouldn't give me instant menus and stats. Smart. Too many WebNovels skip over infant limitations. This one wanted realism.
But there was more.
The midwife grabbed me, wiping me with cloth that smelled of salt and smoke. She held me up to Maghra.
"He is… different," the midwife breathed.
Different?
Why would—
Then I saw the problem.
My eyes tracked her face. Her torch. Her hands.
She froze.
Maghra's breath hitched as the truth registered without needing sight.
"He looks… at me."
That alone shattered canon. In the show, nobody had sight at birth; it took time. The tribes had no frame of reference for infants tracking visual stimuli. To them, sight was myth.
Maghra trembled. Not fear — awe.
"Cover him," she whispered sharply. "No one must see his eyes."
The midwife obeyed, wrapping cloth around my face.
She's protecting me already… good.
Maghra kissed my forehead, voice brittle.
"My son is a blessing. He will have a future."
If only she knew how big a future.
The door flap burst open. Heavy steps. A man emerged, massive and scarred, with braided hair and a hunter's posture. His head moved in sweeping arcs, sensing air displacement and smell.
Even blind, Baba Voss radiated danger.
Maghra exhaled. "A son."
Baba approached slowly, feeling his way until his hand cupped my head. His calloused fingers brushed my cheek, gentle in a way his size didn't predict.
"Strong," he murmured. "Already strong."
My system chimed again.
Affinity Detected: Sovereign Physique
Effect: Muscular Development + Growth Rate + Bone Density + Recovery + Reflex
That explained Baba's comment. Even newborn, my musculature wasn't normal.
OP childhood speedrun unlocked.
Baba smiled faintly. "We will raise him to survive the winter."
"You will raise him," Maghra corrected softly. "I must return to Payan."
She wasn't abandoning me — she was ensuring the continuity of the tribes. In the original timeline she left to secure alliances and keep her children safe from fanatics.
But now I knew the future, and the system existed, and I could see.
Three divergences already.
Maghra whispered something that made my tiny heart pound:
"He will change the world."
Baba nodded once. "Then we must make sure he lives long enough to do it."
The midwife cleared her throat. "There is another child—"
My sister.
Haniwa.
Born seconds later, wailing with the lungs of someone destined to start fights instead of finish them.
But something else was different.
Her eyes opened too.
Green. Bright. Focused.
Holy shit.
She's sighted too?
That was new.
In the show she gained sight later, at toddler stage. But here? The divergence was already cascading.
The midwife gasped. "Two…?"
Maghra froze. Her voice betrayed both fear and wonder.
"Cover her eyes too."
Two sighted children, both from birth.
The timeline was no longer just altered — it was unsynced from canon.
System Update:
Trigger: Sibling Sight Synchronization
New Trait: Sovereign Bloodline
Bloodline.
Not just talent. Not just mutation.
Bloodline, as in inherited, reproducible, possibly scalable.
My future empire just got dynastic-level OP potential.
The system chimed again.
Warning: World Hostility Level increasing.
Tribes fear the unknown.
Sight = Miracle / Heresy / Weapon.
Of course. Sight in See wasn't just an ability — it was a nuclear arsenal. Whoever controlled sight controlled the future.
Baba took both of us in his arms, and the system whispered a final line before falling silent:
Quest Initialized:
Found the First Sighted Kingdom
Difficulty: Extreme
Reward: World Sovereignty