Oh no! After I Reincarnated, My Moms Became Son-cons!

I had lost track of time by the time I woke up again.

The wind was whistling outside and sunlight couldn’t be seen from inside the cave.

Water dripped from my hair because it was wet inside the cave. I was covered in several layers of rabbit and deer fur. I don’t know how many animals Lucia hunted, but she used everything you could use to keep warm to cover my body. I couldn’t move my body. I could only stare at the rabbit fur in front of me. The fire went out long ago. There wasn’t even a spark left.

Lucia had left. What day is it now? I don’t know. I felt like the length of time I spent unconscious was getting longer, while the time I was conscious shortened. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. One day? Two days? This feeling of waiting for your death, knowing that it’s imminent is painful. I know my death is imminent and yet I can’t do anything about it. The despair I felt and the fear of death tortured me. I wanted to just kill myself.

But I couldn’t suicide since I couldn’t even budge a finger.

Where is Lucia now?

Is she well? Is she safe? Did she bring food with her? Has the rain outside stopped? What is she wearing? Did she equip enough weapons? Will someone ambush her…?

There’s a lot I want to know. I want to stay at Lucia’s side. The original plan was for the two of us to creep up behind a white deer king, kill it, and then return to get married. Then we’d have three or four kids, and return once every month. If possible, I’d like to stay here forever with the elves.

Unfortunately, there’s nothing I can do. Everything has changed. I no longer have any means to do anything. I can’t do anything aside from thinking. But at the end of the day, it’s pointless to just have thoughts. You can’t materialise a reality just by thinking about it. Guns are what allow people to rule.