Reincarnation of Dragongod

Another late night. The glow of my monitor is the only light in my room, casting long shadows over stacks of empty coffee cups. My fingers race across the keyboard, patching bugs and tweaking code for the next update. Exhausting? Definitely. But it's what I'm good at.

Finally, I close my laptop and lean back with a sigh. These quiet hours are mine—the only time I enjoy in this world, The time I read manhwas and novels, where worlds far grander than mine unfold. My escape. My reality.

There's something comforting about these stories. MC who rise from nothing, epic battles, and the thrill of characters overcoming impossible odds. I lose myself in their world building, scrolling panel after panel.

But tonight feels... different. Even as I try to focus on a new chapter, the words blur together. My eyes feel heavy. My body grows heavier still.

"Just a few more pages," I murmur, a familiar promise to myself. But before I know it, the phone slips from my hand, and the world fades to black.

And then he never woke up...

At least, not in that world!

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Huhh..Where am I?

"Lady Levania... w-what should we call the young master?" a hesitant voice asks.

My mind races, trying to piece together what's happening. Who's speaking? Who's holding me? Why is my body so small? I look up—or try to, But My limbs feel weak, my vision is blurry.

I slightly opened my eyes---

The sweet fragrance of roses fills the air, and tears fall softly on my face. A gentle touch that surrounds me, accompanied by a warm smile—how can this person show such an expression upon seeing me?, a gloomy hardcore programmer!

Her eyes linger on me, "Zenith," she says softly, her voice carrying a tinge of sadness, but she resolves herself. "Zenith Vandor", she says proudly.

The gentle moment is interrupted by the sound of heavy boots against the floor. A towering man enters the room, his presence suffocating, like standing before a thunderstorm. His dark hair is streaked with silver, his sharp eyes carrying the weight of someone who has seen countless battles.

"Lord Vellion," Levania murmurs, turning to him.

So this man is my... father?

His gaze falls on me, and for a moment, I think I see a flicker of something—curiosity? Pride? No, his expression is unreadable. He steps closer, and the room seems to shrink around him.

"He's small," Vellion says, his deep voice carrying a judgmental edge. "Too small for a Vandor."

Levania's expression hardens, and she holds me closer.

I realize something strange—despite my infant body, I can already sense the tension in the room, the currents of power that ripple through the air.

Vellion exhales, a sound somewhere between a grunt and a sigh. "We'll see. The blood of the Vandors does not tolerate weakness. If he falters, it's better he doesn't live to bear the name."

A chill runs down my spine. I'm not in my world anymore— This is my reality now, here weakness is a death sentence.

Levania glares at Vellion. "He is our son, He is a Vandor, destined for greatness!"

Vellion narrows his eyes but says nothing. Instead, he turns on his heel, his heavy footsteps echoing as he leaves the room.

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Vandor.

A name spoken with reverence and fear across the realm. A legacy etched into history, where the sword is both art and authority. At the helm of this illustrious lineage is Vellion Vandor, the Patriarch. One of the Nine Swordmasters—a title reserved for warriors capable of bringing entire nations to their knees.

A burned-out programmer, Now reborn as Zenith Vandor, the scion of a legendary family. Can he carry the weight of his name?

What lies ahead?

But one thing is certain: the world will come to know the name, Zenith Vandor.

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Weeks turn into months, Months turn into years, and I grow more aware of my surroundings. The Vandor estate is nothing short of a fortress—stone walls adorned with tapestries of battles long past, training fields bustling with warriors honing their craft, maids everyever I see, long windows, I tried so much to get this view!

By the time I'm old enough to walk, the whispers about me have started. Servants pause in the hallways, their eyes darting toward me.

"Is he truly the son of the Patriarch? He looks so... fragile."

"Lady Levania insists he'll grow into his potential. But what if he doesn't?"

I clench my tiny fists, frustration boiling within me. Fragile? Weak? If only they knew the hours I spent debugging monstrous codebases or surviving sleepless nights fueled by caffeine and willpower alone. I'm not weak—I'm just... stuck in the body of a baby.

But I'm not bothered by what others say. This is my dream come true. As a true devotee of fantasy stories, my curiosity drives me to discover everything this world. And my perfect opportunity finally came—through the Family Library!

At first, I thought it was just a storage room. But as I peeked through the cracks of the door, I saw it—filled to the brim with books. Of course, they're a sword family. Why even bother with books if they're not going to read them?

I step into the room that night, the musty air thick with dust. The bookshelves stand in disarray, old tomes covered in layers of grime, some books even falling from their places as if abandoned long ago, Hope they will think it's the cats which I don't even know if exists.

As I brush the dust off one of the books, I freeze. The title is in a language I don't recognize, yet somehow, I can read it—"Fundamentals of Sword". I let out a small laugh, shaking my head. Of course, everything here is about swords.

I grab another book, hoping it might be different. But no, it's the same—a treatise on swordsmanship, a whole family built on blades and battle. I shake another, praying it isn't all the same.

To my surprise, a map slips out from between the pages. A map. So they also do things like this!

I stare at it, realizing with growing astonishment that this is no ordinary map. It shows the land divided into two duchies—ours, Vandor, one of the ruling families, and another, Solanaris, a family of magic.

The map also includes territories of barbarian tribes and even elven lands. But then I notice something else—another duchy, separate from ours, ruled by a single family: Ravendors, there is no information about this family, but if they can rule an entire duchy by themselves, they are more powerful than us! Together we make up the Aetheris empire.

It also tells about the main guilds, kinght orders, and magic towers, truly fitting of a fantasy world!, It's all too much information, I can't even process all of that.

Tchh.. Wait, what is this, a door to the underground! what could be here---?