Three years.

That’s how long it took for me to master my tiny, weak body.

I can finally walk, talk, and think properly without having a head ache. Well, mostly. My balance still sucks, and sometimes my words don’t come out as smoothly as I want them to, but at least I can communicate with my parents now.

More importantly, I can ask questions.

And with every answer I get, this world becomes more fascinating—and more dangerous.

Tell you what.

The kingdom that declared war over a woman? Yeah, that mess has escalated into an all-out war.

At first, I thought the story was just some royal idiot throwing a tantrum, but the situation is deeper than that.

The woman in question isn’t just a noble lady—she’s the third princess of the Cilla Kingdom. The fool who started this war? A prince from the neighboring Melta Kingdom.

Here’s the real catch. The princess was already engaged to someone else—a prince from Draguan, the very kingdom we live in.

That changed everything.

Rumors are spreading that Melta never really wanted the princess. That this war was just an excuse to invade Cilla and expand their territory. Whether that’s true or not, one thing is certain—one of those kingdoms will fall soon.

And my parents are watching closely.

It’s a habit of theirs to keep track of every political movement in every kingdom they know. They discuss strategies, speculate outcomes, and analyze power struggles like it’s a chess game.

I don’t know if it’s because of my father’s scholarly mind or my mother’s military instincts, but they always seem one step ahead of the news.

I should learn from them.

The Outside World is more amazing than i thought.

Even though I can talk now, I still can’t leave the house alone.

My parents are extremely protective, and I get it. I’m still small, weak, and easy to snatch. But that doesn’t mean I don’t get to see the city.

From time to time, my mother takes me to the central market to buy groceries. And that place is incredible.

Stone streets lined with colorful stalls, merchants shouting their prices, the scent of fresh bread, roasted meat, and exotic spices filling the air. Every visit is a feast for my senses. This world really is a medieval one.

But the most jaw-dropping thing I’ve seen?

Monsters.

The other day, as we walked past a butcher’s stall, I saw a severed beast head displayed like a trophy. It looked like a cow’s head, but its massive horns twisted like a demon’s, and its face was grotesque and fierce.

It was a monster, no doubt about it.

That’s when I remembered something I had overheard before—this world has a way to gain power.

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Monstrous Blood and Power

Here’s what I know so far:

People in this world live longer than normal—up to 300 years if they’re lucky.

There’s a special kind of potion made from monster blood.

Drinking that potion grants physical and magical power.

But I still don’t know the exact process. How does it work? What kind of monsters are used? Are there side effects?

And most importantly… have my parents taken those potions?

They’ve never said anything about it, and I haven’t noticed them using any superhuman strength or magic. But knowing them, they wouldn’t just talk about it casually.

I need more information.

One thing’s for sure—this world is far more dangerous and exciting than I ever imagined. And if I want to survive here…

I’ll need power too, being a NEET in my previous life i have dream of slaying monster myself personally.

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For a three-year-old, I’m not normal.

Most toddlers my age would be busy running around, playing with wooden swords, or throwing tantrums. Me? I’m buried under a mountain of books, reading like my life depends on it.

And honestly? It probably does, this world has monsters and magic shits or whatever.

My parents don’t question it. My father, being a professor, is delighted that I take an interest in books. My mother, though? She just watches me with a mix of amusement and suspicion.

Sometimes, I catch her staring at me, her sharp green eyes narrowed as if she’s trying to read my soul. It’s unnerving.

But I ignore it. I need to learn.

And what I’ve discovered so far?

This world is far bigger, stranger, and more dangerous than I ever imagined.

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The Continent of Roan – A Giant Watermelon?

From the geography books I’ve read, this world doesn’t have separate continents like Earth.

Instead, it’s a massive Pangea-like landmass. One huge continent stretching endlessly in all directions.

The shape?

A giant fused watermelon.

I had to reread that part multiple times because I thought my brain was broken. But the books all agree—the landmass is shaped like several oval chunks smashed together.

And right near the center of the northern hemisphere?

A massive, quarter-moon-shaped lake.

This isn’t just some ordinary body of water. According to legends, it’s called the Silver Crescent Lake. It’s so large that it could swallow entire kingdoms if it ever overflowed.

But what really caught my attention?

No one knows how deep it goes.

Every book I’ve found avoids talking about its depths. Some claim it’s bottomless. Others say there’s something lurking beneath it, something ancient and powerful.

And for some reason, every kingdom near that lake builds their capitals around it.

Coincidence? I don’t think so.

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This single continent isn’t united. Far from it.

Roan is divided into several powerful kingdoms, each constantly on edge, ready to wage war at any moment. Some are massive empires that control vast lands, while others are small but hold immense influence.

The big players notable right now are:

Kingdom of Draguan (My home) – Known for its elite warriors and military strength.

Kingdom of Cilla – A rich and prosperous nation currently at war with Melta.

Kingdom of Melta – The aggressive neighbor, expanding its borders through war.

The Grand Duchy of Dale – A mysterious land ruled by a powerful duke, not a king.

The Holy Empire of Kessaria – A theocratic empire rumored to be ruled by a living saint.

The southern land of Wastes – A frozen, lawless land filled with monsters and nomadic tribes.

These are just the major ones. There are countless minor territories, city-states, and nomadic clans scattered all over the continent.

And the more I read, the more I realize—war is always looming.

Every kingdom wants more land, more resources, more power greedy fucker.

It’s a fragile balance, one that could shatter at any moment.

And I have a feeling that when it does, I’ll be running out of it, fuck war i reincarnated to get lazy not to be a soldier.

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The part that excites me the most?

Magic is real as fuck hell yeah this is what I'm talking about.

Not just magic—monsters, enchanted artifacts, ancient ruins, forgotten spells and shits. This world is a living, breathing fantasy realm.

People can gain strength through a special potion made from monster blood. But the process is still unclear to me. Some books say it’s safe, others claim it’s a gamble—you either gain power or your body rejects it and you die like a rat.

And the strongest warriors? They don’t just use magic.

They become magic.

There are some stories of men turning into living storms, warriors who can cut through mountains, mages who summon fire that burns for days.

It’s insane. It’s terrifying.

I close the book in my lap and stare at the ceiling. My tiny hands still feel weak, my small body fragile.

But my mind?

It’s racing.

I need more information.

Books are good, but I need real-world knowledge. I need to talk to people, hear their experiences, see magic firsthand.

But first, I need to convince my parents to let me out of this house.

And that?

Might be harder than learning magic itself.