We had a rather slow and calm month, slowly getting used to the house, the jobs, living together. Cate being the maid she was, solved certain issues having flatmates usually causes, so that was nice. Still, I was growing bored. After the first week, I threw the tablet out the window, since it was distracting me too much. Afterwards, well... having nice, peaceful, stressless life didn't provide the kick I needed to improve myself.

I bounced some manaballs on the terrace table and sighed. Toms new friends were busy with their own jobs and getting settled in the city, so we didn't get to play with them either. With my fire, I formed a small pentagram between my horns, moved it above my head and placed it like a halo.

I wanted to fight something. If I didn't find any fun adventures, I'd just find the bloody tablet and start playing games. Goodbye magic, goodbye goals, it was nice knowing you. Sorry that I have no self-control. I raised my head and roared out a stream of infernal fire.

As much as a three years old kid could roar. The flames at least looked impressive.

Diada looked over at me and after some thought wiggled her spider limbs at the sky. Then she formed them into a shape resembling showing the middle finger. She threw the sandwich she was eating high into the air, then blasted it with a storm of manaballs.

While the two of us, showed the world our displeasure, Tom trained his swordsmanship with Cate. He jumped less and seemed to be more efficient in his movements, but I couldn't really judge. I knew nothing about waving swords. I sighed and downed my glass of juice.

I got up and began doing mana-squats. Basically bouncing myself, with short bursts of mana. I relaxed my body and let my limbs just float around.

What could I do for entertainment? Walking around the dangerous parts of the city at night didn't work. This particular city either did not have them, or the only people who'd get into petty thug sort of professions were too weak to attempt mugging a clearly evolved child.

The dungeons were properly managed, so I couldn't enter one that was beyond my stats. The ones I could enter were just boring on the other hand. Where was the danger? Where was the mafia that would inevitably attack a reincarnator? Where were some old enemies of the family, who'd come to try and bully me?

I blasted myself over the grass and landed on it in a tumble. Limbs splayed, I laid there and stared at the sky. We could go for a camping picnic outside the city, but it was kind of... something I already experienced, so I didn't feel like it.

Suddenly, Cate stood above me. "It is time for mistress to go to work." She bowed her head and went back to teaching Tom.

I boosted from my back, getting back on my feet without bending my legs. I flew over the house and into my room, through the window I left open. A couple days ago, the lizard peed on my foot. I felt a spike of phantom pain, in my regrown foot and kicked out to shake it out.

I threw my dress onto the bed and put on long pants and after I found fully covered boots, tucked the pants in them. Enduring the pain of having a dissolved leg would probably help strengthen my mind, but pain was painful. So, I protected myself. How did I even manage not to collapse in pain? Maybe I'd try asking how everything worked, once I entered the Academy.

Still, it would be a while longer before we got to enter. It was barely autumn now. 

The walk was nice and peaceful and without any surprises. At least watching the tiny abomination cleared my head from the annoying morning thoughts.

I'd probably stop feeling bored and pointless if I just stopped taking breaks from practice.

Once I got back home, Diada waited at the entrance, holding her tablet.

"A new job popped up. Some weak scrub is killing the slimes in the sewers and the danger and pay, are not enough for proper adventurers." With those words, she shoved the screen in my face. "Let's beat them up."

"Do we have to compete with other beginners?" I asked and looked over the task description. There was a tab showing how many people accepted the job and space to ask for more information. It was filled with comments from kids around our age, complaining that the Guild didn't offer a job that didn't involve walking through shit. "I guess not."

"Shit's not even a problem. Slimes keep the place clean." Diada swiped at the screen, to a page of the company managing the sewers. They seemed quite proud, that their slimes were so effective, the water was clean before it even reached the main waterways.

"Let's take it before someone else reads up on that." I nodded my head and checked my clothes. Protection against acid pee should be sufficient against some potentially unclean water. "What about Tom?"

"He's texting with... his friends... do you remember their names?" The spiderling tilted her head sideways and looked at me. I responded by shrugging. "Anyhow, he asked me to call for him when you came."

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Diada put the tablet on the ground, straightened her back and took in a long breath. Then she looked up to the sky and released the call of many eyes filled with teeth. My skin crawled and I felt like tiny holes opened all over my skin. The sensation quickly abated, but damn, I wanted to learn to do that too.

I heard crashing from upstairs and rushed steps running down the stairs. Moments later, Tom stood in the door. "What the fuck was that?"

"Lullaby. Let's go." Before either of us could respond, the spiderling was already walking over to the gate. I shrugged and followed after her. Once we stepped onto the pavement, Tom picked us up and put on his shoulders. "Where to?"

"No idea," Diada said and focused on the air before her. The boy sighed and began to walk. "Let's check-in at the Guild then. We will need to register we are taking the job anyway."

We quickly passed through the nearest Guild office and found the target was near some sort of shelter for transported people. 

"Shelter for the transported?" I thought out loud.

"Seemed like a logical solution. They can help each other adjust to the change, if any came from worlds they can be sent back to, it's easier to check..." Tom paused in his explanation to check in which direction to go. He chose our course and continued. "It's easier to check if any with criminal tendencies slipped through without a related title."

We walked for a while in silence, or well, Tom walked. Yeah, people did dumb things when they felt like they lost everything... or what if they thought this was all a game or a dream? What about religious folk, suddenly finding out their faith didn't just stand on shaky ground, but there was no ground at all?

I looked over to Diada. "Hey, so... your mom is like a god in this world, right?"

The girl turned towards me, a small smile playing on her lips. "All of them. If you ever become a deity, don't forget that.. or do, She will have some fun beating you." With those words, the spiderling turned back to watch her stuff.

After a couple minutes of silence, she spoke up again. "I can show you some cartoons about heroes challenging her later. They're fun."

"There are cartoons about the Spider?" Tom asked and tripped, catching himself before we fell into a pile of limbs.

"I don't think they air in this world, but they're popular in few." Diada waved him off and further prodding got no response from her.

The cat turned to me. "All we know is that she popped in at the beginning of the war, set up some dungeons and left. Majority of the gods that survived made statements not to bother The Spider and refused to provide any further insight on the matter."

He looked down at the ground and murmured, "... and there are places they have cartoons for kids about her."

I shrugged, Diada didn't really talk about her mother, any mentions about her family being about her siblings. It also wasn't like the matters of the gods related to a tiny devil like me. I hummed some random melody that came to my mind and emptied my head.

Finally, we arrived before an apartment building, at the edge of the housing district on the other side of town. It was a bit of a gargamel, each floor constructed in a different historic style, with some randomly thrown around towers. At the roof, there were some mud hovels set up too. At the pavement, milled some people dressed in mismatched styles. A small gray person, with large black eyes was arguing with an ostrich. The latter had dinosaur-like arms and held in them a booklet.

In the door, stood a neanderthal looking woman, looking with worry at a child drawing pictures on the pavement. The kid seemed unimpressed with the world around it. The adult, on the other hand, jumped at every noise and flexed her muscles whenever more monstrous pedestrians walked by.

"I guess now we just need to find a manhole and search the sewers." Tom looked around and walked over to a round cover on the street. He lifted it and jumped inside. Diada closed the cover behind us, dragging it with her spider-limbs.

The sewers were well lit with white lamps lining the walls. As advertised, the place didn't smell and the water flowing between the walkways looked clear. Here and there, it seemed like transparent blobby shapes moved around.

The cat sniffed the air and began walking. "It smells a bit from up ahead."

I nodded my head and formed to bubbles of mana, to keep some clean air on hand. After a couple of minutes, we heard some yells and wet smacks. We passed a corner and saw a teenager smacking slimes with a baseball bat.

"Take this and that! and that!!" He yelled and kept smacking slimes. The water near him had some shit flowing in it and occasionally a blob would envelop it, slowly dissolving it.

"You aren't supposed to do that, you know?" I told the weirdo.

He looked up towards us in shocks and got smacked in the groin by a slime tentacle. The teen squatted and took in a sharp breath. "They're infesting the sewers, what if they come out an..." he paused to make some pained noises. "What if they come out and start eating people?"

"They haven't in centuries, not to mention, those don't eat anything except excrement," Tom explained and scratched his chin. "So... what do we do with him?"

"The mission said to bring whoever was killing the slimes to the police," Diada answered and jumped off the cat. "I also want to beat someone up."

I nodded and jumped off too. I put an air bubble over my face and formed two fireballs over my shoulders. The spiderling raised herself on her black legs and we slowly walked over to the punching bag.

The kid startled at our approach, slipped and fell into the dirty water. I paused. "He's dirty now. I don't want to carry around someone stained with shit." "Me neither." "Me too."

All three of us walked over the edge of the walkway and looked down at the boy struggling to keep his head above water.

"Where did you get this dumb idea from anyway?" Tom asked.

"Helped me get out first!" The kid yelled and slapped his hand on a turd. "Nope." Three voices answered.

"I just got teleported here recently, I didn't know, okay?" The boy continued yelling.

I walked away from the edge and waved from my friends. "So, he probably lives in the shelter. Let's just wait for him to come back home and take a shower, then we nab him to the authorities." Tom and Diada nodded and we began walking away.

"Well, swimming in shit will be a good lesson for you, just don't do this again!" I yelled back and didn't bother listening to the reply.

"How are we going to pass the time though?" I asked after climbing onto Tom's shoulder.

"You wanted to beat some things to unwind, so... maybe we can find some dungeon nearby?" The cat voiced out and I shrugged. "Might as well."

Diada turned around, "And get out soon, some other people might have taken the request and they probably won't be so nice as to let you go!"

"Now he won't get nabbed by someone else." The girl nodded sagely and focused on the air ahead.