“Heey.”, saying so my sister hugs me. Helplessly I lean away in the limited space of the car trying to get my clingy sister off me.

“Hey little sis.”

“Ey, I am older than you!”

“And very tiny.”

Before she can say anything more a backdoor opens and someone got in. Taking a look in the mirror I see a mildly familiar face.

“Should I bring you somewhere?”

“No, she will be sleeping at home.”

Getting a nod from the back I start the engine and drive back the way I came from.

Ignoring the chatter that began, I lose myself in my thoughts. Little focus remain on the empty road.

Seeing the time I groan internally. I intended to have a more regulated sleep schedule, didn’t I? Still better then letting one of my parents drive at this hour.

Noticing a headlight in the distance I couldn’t help but feel puzzled why a tractor would drive around In the middle of the night outside of harvest season. Seeing another headlight appear around the curve further down the road I immediately get irritated seeing the other car driving a lot faster than the speed limit allows with badly calibrated lights. Focusing on the right road marking strip I try not to get blinded by the increasingly bright lights. Hearing a cry from my side my sight snaps back onto the road in front only to see not the road but a car. Before I can react the other car crashes into mine.

Before my head slams into the closer coming mass of metal and glass shards I feel a strange feeling of serenity. And then, darkness claims me.

Snapping my eyes open I am greeted by an endless blue sky. Looking down I find the floor made up of clouds and looking around I can only see two humanoid silhouettes near me. Before I can continue looking I am interrupted by a divine Voice.

“Mortals do not be afraid! For this Goddess has seen the end of your short life's and took pity in you. Out of million of candidates I have chosen only you two as my heroes.”

‘Wait two?’

“I hate to interrupt you but there are three of us.” I couldn’t help but blur out. Knowing my luck it is either definitely me or definitely not me.

“…”

“…”

“Ehh? A, e, ...yeah.”

“...Soo, what now?”

“Ah, wait there. Do not do anything. Just wait.”

Looking around to see what I even can do in this plane? Dimension? I notice that the two silhouettes- probably the souls of my sister and her friend- haven’t moved at all.

I have always been a calm person but staying calm shortly after death and being thrown in such a situation is just ...weird even for me. The other two are probably feeling similarly calm. Or shocked enough to not move at all. Wanting to talk to them, perhaps calm them down or anything, I fully turn towards them before being interrupted by a divine, genderless voice.

“Yes, I can see the problem. Don’t worry about it to much.”

“Eh, but what do we do? We can’t just throw him out? ...Or can we?”

“No! Once summoned everyone has to receive something. That is an unbroken rule for a good reason! ...In this case the problem is easily solved with an insignificant blessing.”

Feeling like a short warm draft of air brushes against me I don’t feel too surprised about me being the odd one out. Still unsure if this means today is a day of good or bad luck. Too little information to judge. But anything that needs someone of probably another world with probably some kind of overpowered blessing got to be a shit show. Feeling pessimism creep into my thoughts I drag my thoughts back to the conversation and cannot help but feel insulted about their nonchalant behavior towards me. Insulting a random bystander is one thing but insulting a family member or really anyone in front of your heroes is just plain stupidity. Suddenly the now familiar darkness is the only thing I can perceive. I just had to let my thoughts run wild. Let’s just hope the gods aren’t spiteful enough to throw me into a shitty situation ...whatever that may be.

After what felt like an eternity and a blink of an eye at the same time I feel warmth and hear sounds again. Shortly after I feel like being wrapped in something and lifted up. Opening my eyes I stare into sky blue eyes. The man had a rugged face and blonde hair. Before I can notice more all colors start to shift and mash together. Captivated by the light show I look around. Colors flow through the room. Radiate from all objects. Too enraptured in my surrounding I notice the growing pain in my eyes and brain too late. I hear crying and notice it is mine. Shutting my eyes the pain in my eyes stops growing but my headache only gets worse with each passing second.

Sudden shaking and shouting stops the hammering in my head shortly, only for it to come back even worse. After what felt like an eternity of pain a strange warmth penetrates into my body and engulfs the pain only leaving a lingering feeling behind.

I feel myself being given to someone and immediately sense a giant hand against my head. Opening my eyes again I am met with the face of a beautiful woman. She has eyes like rubies, white hair and on top of her head sit two giantic wolf ears. Feeling the pain start again I immediately close my eyes. They stop hurting almost as soon as I close them but my brain feels like it is getting carpet bombed. The warmth from before appears again without me even crying, or at least I didn’t hear myself. Basking in the warmth I wonder why it hasn’t left yet and why I felt this pain. My thoughts start drifting toward the insult. Could they really be so spiteful ...or is something else?

Thinking about all kinds of medical stories I heard leaves me with a growing feeling of dread. My thoughts are luckily interrupted by something wrapping around my head and the warmth sadly leaving my body. Thinking about what a cluster fuck today was, I let a sudden tiredness carry me to sleep.

Waking up to darkness I idly wonder when the last time was where I woke up before daybreak. My groggy brain fails to dig something up. Must have been quite some time ago. Definitively before University.

Hearing a distantly familiar noise it takes me a while to remember where I have heard it. Horse hooves hitting stone. Why are there- no I am staying with my parents right now. But why are there people out and about at this time? Feeling my grogginess slowly lift I start to remember what happened yesterday.

Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.

Still way to calm. What now? Waiting weeks with nothing to do would be tortureous. Especially considering I can’t see jack shit. What was the light show and pain about? Mana? Most hero stories I read -not the best reference but still the best I’ve go- are set in medieval high fantasy. So mana would be plausible. And the headache because of sensory overload.

Definitively not because I might have pissed of a god. Definitively. When in doubt just think of the best and die in ignorant bliss. Better than dreading everything at least.

I wonder if I will get to see those two again and if we will even recognize each other by then. Leeching off of two heroes sounds like a good idea. If I want to die as a side character. No hedonistic life for me I guess. Sounds kinda boring either way.

Hmm, a lot of stories are LitRPG. So I should try-

Status

Level: 2

Vitality: 5.01

Constitution: 1.04

Strength: 0.34

Dexterity: 0.21

Senses: 3.24

Mind: 11.32

Magic: 0.04

Spirit: 32.14

SP: 24 + 2

Tier 5: Pain resistance 1

Tier 6: Mana sight 1

Huh, well, that’s something, I guess. Trying around with other keywords I find nothing but the Status. No detail at all. Can’t do anything with it either. Guess I’ll just wait a few years for an explanation. Yay.

Feeling hungry I dread what I have to do next. Come on someone just magically notice my hunger. Mom instinct? ...Some skill? ...Anything?

Damn it.

After an unknown duration in the carriage I am now in a house, probably, and put in a bed or something, probably, with two other babies beside me, probably. Kinda hard to notice your surrounding without the use of your eyes. Still covered and everything. Haven’t gotten a glimpse of anything since my first day.

I wonder what day it is now. Hard to tell without sight and with my body needing as much sleep as it does. You know, it is pretty hard not to turn insane in my situation. With my only form of entertainment being listening to my surrounding and trying to train skills. But of course I went with the opening strategy of training magic, well training to sense mana, like so many stories, why would you even ask? Not gonna try to drag environmental mana into myself. That just sounds like you are trying to get yourself killed.

The only problem is that it is very boring. I am so bored that I am even practicing mental mathematics. And even worse I am trying to entertain a nonexistent audience with my thoughts, as if I am some kind of main character. Though if my quirky luck stayed with me I might qualify as a main character and some bored mighty being might just watch my life like a soap opera or something. So not entirely useless. Yep, definitely. Not just me trying to justify my rising insanity.

Coming from a world of continuous bombardment of information designed to draw your attention makes the lack of it unbearable. Sound, shaking, my thoughts and the Status are my only companion in this empty world. At this point I am willing to take some pain to see anything.

As if on cue I hear two familiar voices talk outside the door. I start feeling anticipation and dread for what will follow next. Out of some unexplained reason I am always the first to go through this.

Melissa POV:

Opening the door I let Mister Zerc in first before going in myself and closing the door after me. My line of sight quickly focuses on the three small faces for a quick check. Seeing nothing unusual I focus back on the alchemist too curious about the elusive craft to miss. Even the little I get to see, whenever he does this procedure, makes me hopeful of seeing something new someday.

Having finished his preparations he picks up the beast girl and feeds her the content of his flask. After a short while he pulls it away and watches the now squirming baby for something beyond my understanding.

From prior experience I expect this to continue for at least 6 moons before there might be any change to the schedule. Knowing that he will repeatably feed her small amounts of the murky liquid and then observe her I instead focus on the girl going from squirming during the observation to a blissful face during the feeding.

Staring at the Mutant I am not sure how to feel for being chosen to take care of her. As if reading my thoughts the old man starts talking.

“You don’t have to feel unlucky having to deal with these three. I am quite aware about common misconception about Mutants but the whole topic is rather blown out of proportions. In truth most Mutants are harmless and often differ little from Non-Mutants. You can tell easily that these three are harmless if quite quirky. Even with me frustrating them doing this, all they do is squirm around. If they were really bad ones you would have noticed that already. ...And if I am wrong about it I will deal with the problem before you know it.”

Placing the now empty flask back in his bag he pulled the wrapping off of the baby and places her on the ground.

“What are you doing? She is less than four moons old! Are you expecting her to crawl around?”

Answering my question with a smirk he went on to the next baby. Before I can say more my sight is drawn towards Lilith. She is crawling around. Is it because of her mutation?

Seeing the second baby being placed on the floor and immediately starting to crawl I am hit with a realization.

“They aren’t the bastards of some low class noble, are they?”

“No, they aren’t. How did you notice?”

“I have taken care of other noble’s bastards. None of them received tonics with such potency.”

“Interesting way of noticing. As long as you try your hardest at raising these ones up you don’t have to worry.”

A from us hing in the air. Having dealt with enough nobles I am aware that I have little to fear as long as I am cautious and not at the wrong place at the wrong time. But the chances of an assassination of bastards should be low. Unless their birth wasn’t a union of desire but of love. Considering their mother likely died giving birth it would be best if the former was the case or their father being very forgiving. No if their father is a Duke or higher it would be possible to have a powerful priest.

Hearing a quite wailing my eyes focus back on the little mutant. Seeing her laying in front of the wall it takes me a bit to realize what the problem was, given her normal quietness, before remembering that her eyes are still covered as well as being far too young to not need her eyes.

Feeling incompetent I make my way to her only to be bested by Liandra. The sibling clumsily pats her sister before hugging her or at least trying to. Lilith reacted immediately with squirming out of her situation and making a crawl for it. Only to crawl straight into another wall. Before Liandra manages to catch up to the beast girl I take her in my arms for a check up. Last thing I need is appearing as if I am not doing my job. Seeing the little human sit in front of me and raising her arms I look around for the last one. She was sitting close by and watching us. Coming to a second realization today I ask the leaving man:

“When you meant dealing with these three you meant they were all Mutants.”

“Indeed.”

Watching the alchemist leave I am not sure how to react. Triplets are already rare. For them to all be mutated as well. What are the chances?

Taking a look at the three and seeing them calm. If what the old man said was right, them being Mutants doesn’t matter.

Taking another look at Lilith I set her down. She immediately crawls away in the direction of the closes wall. With a sigh I walk towards her to change her direction.

This will be some tiring moon cycles.

Lilith POV:

Yey, finally freedom. Some of it at least. Being able to move after an unknowingly long time is incredibly liberating. Getting picked up every now and then is a bit annoying but whoever is doing it is probably stopping me from running, or more like crawling, into a wall. So I have only hit something twice until now and I definitely didn’t cry. Nope, not at all.

Laying down to recover from my crawling session. I am quite certain I out crawled the menace.

But I am wrong. And too tired to do anything about it. The weight on my back increases suddenly but I don’t have any problem breathing. If my senses are right that thing is entirely on my back.

How curious. I don’t think enough time passed for my body to become strong enough to withstand the weight of another baby. Not naturally at least.

Is my sense of time far worse than I expected? Or do those deliciously warming liquids I am fed have anything to do with it? More questions to the pile I guess.

As much as that brat is annoying. There is a high chance that it is my sister from my past and now with her behavior and all. It is somewhat calming knowing I don’t have to endure all of this on my own.

If my hypothesis is correct then the other, and far less annoying, one is probably my sisters friend. I can only hope my thoughts hold true.

Another pair of hands grope something above my head. Something that is a part of me. I believe I can confirm a hypothesis of my early days. I am an animal person. ...Beast person? Demihuman? Whatever the name of my kind I hope it is not oppressed where I live. I don’t think I am a slave but it would be possibles for me to be oppressed in some form and the only reason for my good treatment is my parents. Hard to tell without sight.

Speaking of my parents I don’t think I meet them since my birth. The way I am handled feels to sterile for that. But it is hard to tell for sure.

Ahh, whatever. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. Considering my race I should have a tail. A fluffy one at that. Depending on the fluffiness I can pet my tail whenever I want and don’t have to deal with any kind of animal. But it sounds like clothing might be a bother.

I get the feeling that I am missing something about my situation. Hmm, my thoughts are all over the place for one.

Suddenly I get picked up. Holy shit, that scared me. What now? Slalom?