The hero's gender is yet to be determined after rebirth.

Inside the cabin, a fake oil lamp concealing a magic crystal serves as a nightlight, its warm glow seemingly humming a gentle lullaby to the cozy atmosphere.

Cardinal Ethers, dressed in a simple pale yellow nightgown, lay on her side on the bed, looking slightly weary.

The baby was in her arms. The adorable, curled-up body was wrapped in swaddling clothes, enveloped in the shadow of the heroine's chest, and was being carefully protected.

The brave warrior Mu Zhe had just woken up from his baby's sleep. Smelling the faint milky scent of Esther, he remained still for the moment.

God's blessing has given me a new life. I never imagined I'd be reborn as my teammate's child, and even have to enjoy baby food in the body of the female bishop. The teammates have always had a great relationship, which makes me feel a little guilty towards Jason and Ethers…

I once read a novel adapted into a manga where the protagonist was reborn as his teammate's child and felt ashamed to eat baby food, which led to poor development from a young age.

Will Mu Zhe, who lamented "The face is gone, I know not where," feel guilty?

will not!

He moved without hesitation, burying his face in Aisser's chest.

The male human's attachment to "big" is Du Fu's wish to "provide shelter for all the poor scholars of the world and make them happy," Zhuangzi's resentment at being ridiculed for "I am often laughed at by the wealthy," and Laozi's grievance of seeking fault for "great perfection seems flawed, yet its use is inexhaustible."

"Baby always likes to sleep with his face pressed against my chest," Aisser said with a smile, tucking the baby's blanket in.

The great sage, separated from the child by the other side of the bed, nodded gently, but inwardly roared: Me too!

It's been more than half a year since we paid our grain tax! The Great Sage felt like he was turning into a berserker.

Aisser didn't notice her husband; her gaze was fixed on the child. She said softly, "It's time to name the baby."

"Athers, you decide."

“You are the father, and a great sage at that, so it is natural for you to name him.”

"But every time they say I should decide, it always ends up being you..."

Aisser: "Darling, what did you say?"

Jensen: "No..."

Mu Zhe couldn't speak yet; the only sound he could make was crying. Otherwise, he would have spoken up to offer suggestions long ago.

You could call him Nicholas; it sounds powerful and imposing, as long as he's not followed by Zhao Si (a character from a Chinese folktale)...

Or call him Reinhardt! It used to be synonymous with the Son of Light. These days, you can tell he's a burly man wielding a hammer just by hearing his name. He'll have a good dwarf brother who can build turrets and has a beautiful wife. This brother's wife is quite pretty, and his daughter doesn't look like his brother but looks more like him. Pretty good, right? ...The only downside is that he'll have to answer the call sooner or later.

Or Cromwell, Haddinks, or something like that would be acceptable. Mu Zhe pondered to himself.

If all else fails, Jigoda, Sijiancang, or Huorhao will do!

It's much better than my name in my previous life, Mu Zhe, where I could easily lose important treasures.

“If you don’t choose a good name, the child will cry.” Aisser suddenly slapped herself on the buttocks.

“I must choose a name carefully.” Jason stood up seriously and paced around the bed.

His expression was solemn, and his face seemed to radiate the glow of fatherly love.

If he hadn't just withdrawn his hand from Aisser's hip, he would definitely be a qualified great sage.

Any man has the potential to break through and become a sage; the key is whether he can go through it until he has nothing left.

Having not made love with his wife for a long time, Jason had too much "save" and was simply unable to enter a state of sagehood.

Although Mu Zhe was full of anticipation, for some reason his mind was filled with all sorts of pranks.

Don't worry, don't worry, after all, it's the wise ones who will name it now.

A sage, a wise and insightful person, is someone we can still look forward to.

After all, wise men produce bas-reliefs, while idle men produce sand sculptures.

The "The Journey of Flower" liquor advertisement version: "When the child is born, all the flowers wither, so let's name him... Huadiao!"

Mu Zhe Hero Commemorative Edition – “A hero sculpture, built from ten thousand sands, let’s name it… Sand Sculpture!”

However, Mu Zhe waited for a long time, but the great sage Jansen did not give any name to the child.

Mu Zhe could not see the Great Sage's state from among the peaks of Aisser, but he could imagine that the Great Sage must be racking his brains and thinking quietly.

Not urgent.

Time gives birth to classics, but it can also give rise to flaws...

After a long wait, it seemed as if the magic in the air was about to gather, and even the dance of the wind sprites became quiet.

Quietly, quietly, the birds are silent, the flowers are few; it's not spring's politeness, but rather the wise contemplating.

To create a truly remarkable name, one needs time to accumulate experience and to concentrate one's thoughts.

The moment this name is uttered by the great sage, the magic in the air will explode.

Aisser remained silent for a long time, and Mu Zhe also perked up his ears.

A soft snoring sound.

"Hey! Jason! Don't fall asleep as soon as you start thinking!" Aisser's scolding voice rang out.

“Ah, I fall asleep when I’m thinking seriously. I developed this habit at the academy.” Jansen shook his head and wiped the drool from his mouth. “Back then, my mentor said that I must have a lot of mental energy to fall asleep so quickly, which is perfect for cultivation.”

Aisser snorted: "With your abilities, I don't know how you could become a sage."

Jason laughed and said, "Haha, I think that the training of swordsmen and other professions is too hard, while the training of sages mainly involves meditation, which is very suitable for sleeping, so I chose this type."

Sleeping enhances magic power; that's a talent, too. Mu Zhe, still in his swaddling clothes, rolled his eyes.

He never considered that he had only spent two years cultivating from a student to a sword saint, which was quite an achievement.

After transmigrating, Mu Zhe only studied at the academy for a year. Before joining forces with Aisser and the others, Mu Zhe had already reached the level of a Great Swordsman. Another year passed with them on trials and adventures, and he advanced to the rank of Sword Saint Hero.

The great sage Jensen tentatively asked, "Phil?"

Aisser shook her head: "It doesn't sound good."

"Anges".

"It lacks substance."

"Belder".

"He seems like a bad guy."

"Then what name do you think would be good, honey?"

"I told you to make the order."

Great Sage Jensen: "..."

The baby Mu Zhe felt sleepy again.

Never mind him, time to sleep. Mu Zhe tilted his head, skillfully found the baby to feed, and fell asleep while still nursing.

He fell asleep in bliss, unaware of Jason's final effort.

"Or...Lorenway?"

"...It's alright. But the baby might grow up to be a girl, Lorenwei!" Aisses murmured, "The baby has inherited the bloodline of the Sevi tribe, so Lorenwei or Lorenwei would both be quite suitable..."

The brave warrior Mu Zhe was unaware that his new name had been decided. No, he shouldn't have this name anymore.

Lorenwei, the Sword Saint Warrior Reborn, has shamefully ended her broadcast—well, she ended it by sucking breasts.

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Ruins of the Demon King's Castle.

The white, egg-like object had split open.

A demon baby with bat wings wriggled clumsily, stubbornly gathering magical power.

I will avenge the demons! Brave warrior Mu Zhe, I know you will be reborn through the blessings of the gods! You wait!

Chapter 003: The Hero's Gender is Undetermined After Reincarnation!

Lorenwei is one month old.

He/She gradually realized that he/she already had a name.

Lorenwei?

This name sounds a bit effeminate. My own name, Mu Zhe, is about to become obsolete, and I'll miss it terribly…

But before he could finish his reflection, he soon heard the great sage Jason calling him: "Lorenway, come here, Daddy will give you a kiss."

Lorenwei? Lorenwei? He was puzzled.

The pronunciation is consistent in the languages ​​of their original world, but there are slight differences in this world. Similar to the differences in grammar and vocabulary between men and women speaking in Japanese-speaking languages, Lorenwei noticed the differences.

As he was wondering, Jason's stubble-covered face began to approach.

"Wow-----------" Not wanting to be treated so intimately by her former teammates, especially the men, Lorenwei's most effective weapon for retaliation was her crying.

“Lorenwei, be good~. Dad, don’t call her that, baby doesn’t like the name you gave her.” Aisser immediately stepped forward and gently shook Lorenwei.

Lorenwei rubbed her face against Aisser's chest as a form of psychological comfort after being attacked by that awful old man.

He simply couldn't accept that Jason was actually his father.

As for Aisser, he accepted her very easily. After all, whoever feeds you is your mother—that's a traditional virtue.

“See, she stopped crying when I called her Lorenve.” At this moment, Aisser said proudly, “Baby will definitely grow up to be a great beauty like me.”

"Hmm? Wait a minute," Lorenwei wondered. A hint of doubt, or rather, unease, began to surface in her heart.

Jason argued, "I think he probably peed or pooped, and you assumed it was time to change his diaper just because you picked him up."

"Lorenvie, we need to change your diaper!" Aisser said, gently putting the baby back on the bed while playing with her.

Jansen said happily, "At this time, we should thank Mu Zhe for inventing diapers. They are really convenient. It's a pity that they are always made by tailors. Ordinary families can't afford them."

At this point, Jason paused for a moment and muttered, "But inventing a bra would be awful."

Jason misses the delicate and exquisite beauty of girls on rainy days.

"With Mu Zhe's death anniversary approaching, we need to buy some offerings." Aisser untied the blanket.

“I really miss that brother,” Jason sighed.

You have a conscience, but I'm being waited on by your wife every day... Lorenwei felt a little guilty.