I have knowledge of everything, I know I am child being birthed out of a womb. But nothing more. I think to myself wondering if I am an irregularity or I am blessed I know there are no gods just a {system} but I do know that it gives people irregular traits.

I slowly emerge from the darkness of birth and am held by my father.

"Look he has black hair just like you, Lillen!"

I soon realize that Lillen is my mother. I remain silent still pondering my setting.

I look around, my vision still blurry, and realize I am in a humble home. Three rooms upstairs and the entirety of the ground floor is still unknown but I doubt its anything abnormal.

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"That's odd he isn't crying?" "Maybe somethings wrong with him take him, to the healer immediately!"

It washes over me that I completely forgot that babies are supposed to cry. I quickly start wailing in an attempt to calm my parents. Yes I do care about my parents, even though I am much smarter than them, never mind more powerful with magic, I still realize that they gave birth to me and gave me life. But still they worriedly rush out the door and take me to the healer.

"I don't care how much money you want! I still want a healthy son!" My father immediately comes off as a overprotective father.