Mushoku Tensei: A New Life

It's been a few days since I reincarnated into this new world, and I've come to accept my situation. In fact, I count myself incredibly lucky. I've been blessed with wonderful parents in this life, and I've already decided that I'll love them with all my heart until the day I die.

Anyway, let me introduce myself. My name is Alex Jones, and I died at the age of 26.

In my previous life, I didn't have a family. I was an orphan, abandoned before I could even form a single memory of my parents. Growing up in an orphanage, I often watched other children being picked up by loving families, their faces lighting up with joy as they were embraced by people who truly cared for them. I would listen to them talk about their parents, their siblings, their homes—and it hurt. It hurt more than I could ever put into words.

I had no one. No family to call my own. I didn't even know what my parents looked like, let alone why they had left me behind.

But as painful as that realization was, I also knew I was one of the luckier ones. Many children aren't abandoned at the doors of an orphanage. They're left on the streets, abandoned to the cruelty of the world with no chance to survive. At least my parents had left me somewhere safe, somewhere I could have a fighting chance.

For that, I felt a strange mix of gratitude and bitterness. Gratitude, because they hadn't left me to die. Bitterness, because they hadn't stayed.

Despite everything, I refused to let my circumstances define me. I worked hard. I studied diligently, excelling in academics, and I was a decent athlete too. I believed in the system. I thought if I followed the rules, if I put in the effort, life would reward me.

I dreamed of a future where I could rise above my beginnings. I wanted a comfortable life, maybe even a luxurious one. I imagined myself with one—or perhaps three—beautiful wives and two or four children who would call me "Dad." I promised myself that I would give them everything I never had. I would love them unconditionally, protect them fiercely, and make sure they never felt the emptiness that haunted my childhood.

I understood the value of family. I understood it better than most.

But life doesn't always reward hard work.

When I turned 18, the orphanage told me it was time to leave. Legally, I was an adult. Emotionally, I was just a scared kid being pushed into a world I wasn't prepared for. The financial support I'd received as a ward of the state was cut off, and I had no choice but to move into a cheap, run-down apartment in a dangerous part of the city.

Reality hit me like a brick wall.

I worked two part-time jobs, struggling just to put food on the table and keep a roof over my head. College was out of the question; I simply couldn't afford it. Without an education, my dreams of success crumbled. Society had no use for someone like me.

The years that followed were a blur of exhaustion and disappointment. No matter how hard I worked, it felt like I was running in place, unable to make any real progress. My dreams of becoming rich, powerful, and respected faded into the distance.

The dream that hurt the most, though, was the one of having a family. I wanted so badly to experience that kind of love and connection, to create a home filled with warmth and laughter. But as the years went by, even that dream seemed like an impossible luxury.

Still, I held onto a flicker of hope. A part of me believed that maybe, just maybe, life would give me a chance.

But life had other plans.

At 26, I died. Ironically, I died at peace. In my final moments, I had followed my heart, quitting a job that had been suffocating me for years. As my life slipped away, I felt a strange sense of freedom.

And then, somehow, I was reborn.

I don't know how or why, but I've been reincarnated into the world of Mushoku Tensei as the son of Paul Greyrat and Zenith Greyrat. It's almost unbelievable. From what I remember of this story, I've been given an incredible opportunity.

This time, I won't waste it.

I've been blessed with loving parents who adore me, and I'll cherish them with everything I have. But I'll do more than that. I'll make this life my masterpiece. I'll become the most free man in the world—unshackled by the chains of fear, weakness, or regret.

From what I know of this world, I must start preparing now. Mana, the lifeblood of this world's magic, can only be increased significantly during the early years of life—between the ages of 1 and 10. I won't wait until I'm three, like Rudeus did. I'll start training now.

I don't want to be just a powerful magician. I want to be the best—both in magic and in swordsmanship. If I cover all my weaknesses, I'll have no vulnerabilities for anyone to exploit.

My ultimate dream is clear: to become immortal, everlasting, and invincible. I want to live without fear, free to be myself, free to protect those I love, and free to explore this world and its endless possibilities.

This time, I'll do it right.