"So, last night, I just wanted to drink some beer at the park. I knew I was a degenerate NEET then. But I was still 23 years old. I had my life ahead of me. You never know I could have turned things around."

"Therapy could have worked, and I could have gotten a girlfriend worth marrying. And I could have graduated college and become a lawyer or something. But Noooo? I had to be a fucking Hero."

"Now look where the fuck I am! In a world of man-eating demons, human-sacrificing cults, overpowered fathers, lion-people, and elves."

"And now on the first day, in the middle of the fucking ocean. Headed to God knows where!"

"And I ain't complaining. Hahahaha!"

The small boat gently glided along the ocean's current, carrying Marvia and baby Dante in its embrace.

"My mother, Marvia, looks like she is still 15 years old. It's not like Earth doesn't have teenage mothers. But, it's clear to me, that this world is still in the medieval level of technology."

"Magic probably has a lot to do with it. I've only pieced up a few things from what I've learned since I got here, and it seems to me that when they are doing magic and shit, they are always praying."

"So is God real in this world? Maybe I should pay my respects to the guy for giving me such loving parents, especially a beautiful mother? Nah, Fuck him!"

Marvia, ever the nurturing mother, did her best to lift Dante's spirits, even in their solitary journey.

She sang sweet lullabies, tickled his tiny toes, and whispered words of love and encouragement.

"Shh, my precious light," Marvia cooed, her voice a soothing melody.

"Though we may be adrift in this vast expanse, we are together, and that is enough to conquer any uncertainty. We will find our way, my darling and a new beginning awaits us. We are going to Freelandia. Everything is going to be alright."

Dante's eyes, bright with awe for the maternal care he has been receiving, met Marvia's gaze.

He seemed to understand what she was saying, and a glimmer of a smile tugged at the corners of his tiny lips.

Marvia's heart swelled with joy, knowing that she could still bring him moments of happiness amidst their trials.

"Mom is a sucker for my smiles. I should probably let her rest, or she won't be able to control herself."

Marvia covered herself and baby Dante with a blanket to shield themselves from the heat of the sun. And she somehow felt that her child had feelings of worry.

"What is wrong, my light?" she said to Dante while holding him in her arms.

"It's nothing, good mother. I wish I could understand you. I am a grown adult from a world very different from yours. If there was only some way for me to understand you."

"And I wouldn't be so confused all the time and trying to figure everything out like some lost puppy. I get that I'm a newborn child. But it kind of hurts my pride. Being manhandled, and all. And not being able to do anything helpful."

Marvia looked deep into Dante's eyes and somehow understood his despair. She closed her eyes and put her hand on Dante's eyes as well. And she started singing.

♫Dear baby, night comes to bring us home

In the warmth of our fire, together we'll roam.♫

Dante listened closely, and he thought, "Bring us home? So we're going home, huh? Wait a minute-"

♫Until the day dawns, love will light our way

Embracing the night, till darkness fades away.♫

"I can understand her. She is not speaking the normal language. This was the same language that Angelic voice was speaking during the ritual." Dante kept listening to his mother's singing, and for the first time in a while, no longer felt lonely.

♫Dear baby, night comes to bring us home

In the warmth of our fire, together we'll roam.♫

♫Until the day dawns, love will light our way

Embracing the night, till darkness fades away.♫

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Dante was about to fall asleep when a resounding horn pierced the air, its sound carrying a glimmer of hope.

Marvia's eyes widened with both surprise and relief as she recognized the distinct sound—a merchant vessel's horn. They were no longer alone; help had arrived.

With a renewed sense of anticipation, Marvia turned her gaze toward the source of the sound. A magnificent merchant ship, adorned with colorful sails and bustling with activity, appeared on the horizon.

"Is it our ride home?"

It was the merchant vessel of Captain Danka Jundrae, a dear friend of Conrad and a man known for his generosity and integrity.

As the merchant ship approached, Marvia's heart soared with gratitude and reassurance.

She carefully cradled Dante in her arms and, with cautious steps, made her way to the edge of their small boat.

The crew members of Captain Danka Jundrae's ship, recognizing their distress, eagerly prepared to assist them.

Marvia felt a mix of emotions—relief, gratitude, and a touch of apprehension as she prepared to embark on this new chapter of their journey.

She looked down at Dante, his eyes wide with wonder, and whispered, "We're going to be safe now, my little one.

Captain Danka Jundrae is a friend of your father's, and he will take care of us."

As Marvia stepped onto the merchant ship's deck, a young girl with bright, curious eyes approached her.

She had a mischievous smile that hinted at a spirited nature, and her energy was contagious.

It was Captain Danka's daughter, a vibrant girl dreaming to become the world's greatest merchant.

"Hello there," the young girl greeted, her voice filled with warmth. "I'm Trela, the greatest merchant in the world! Well, I'm still 7 years old but! When I grow up, I will own hundreds of merchant ships and bring food to the five Diaspheres! Who might you be?"

Marvia smiled and curiously mumbled, "Five?"

Captain Danka interrupted his daughter. "Now... now... Trela. What did I say about manners? This here is a lady. And you should be more graceful when conversing with Paragons such as her."

Trela surprised at hearing this knelt on one knee and bowed her head.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, my Lady. Please forgive me. If I had known you were a Paragon, I would have-"

Marvia grew fond of Trela and helped her stand up.

She smiled, grateful for the friendly welcome.

"It's alright, my dear. You are very smart and kind. I am Marvia, and this is my son, Dante. We owe our gratitude to your father for rescuing us. Wanna know a secret?"

Trela's eyes widened with a mixture of curiosity and excitement.

"They told me that you and Dante's fate are intertwined."

"They? You mean-" Trela moved closer to whisper into Marvia's ear. "You mean, the sky-people? You can hear them?"

Marvia's gaze softened and she playfully pinched Trela's cheek.

And the little Trela tilted her head as she looked intently at baby Dante, thinking about what Marvia has told her.

Marvia then whispered, "You see, Dante has a special mission, and one day, you will be there to help him. Would that be alright with you?"

Marvia then stood up and discussed important matters with Captain Danka.

Dante noticed the little girl staring at him and thought, "What an ugly little prick! Trying to get cozy with my mother. Get your mum!"

Trela's face lit up with a combination of awe and anticipation, as she imagined the adventures and religious pilgrimages that she would have with the baby boy in Marvia's arms.

Dante yawned and realized how immature his train of thought was.

"Wait. Why am I acting like this? What's wrong with me? God- it's my fucking infant brain! Time to go to sleep now, I guess."

She looked at Dante, taking in his innocent features, and a sense of camaraderie blossomed within her.

Trela walked closer to Dante who was trying to sleep.

She held his tiny baby hand and said, "Nice to meet you, little shit!"

Dante woke up and felt the sinister malice coming from the little girl holding his hand.

She pinched his little thumb to get Dante's full attention.

Dante looked at her and could only see a little girl smiling at him. "Did you say that? Ouch! What the... Let go of my fucking finger, you bitch!"

"Yeah! It was me, you little shit stain! You aren't the only one that's special."

Dante kept trying to find who was talking, and he realized that someone was talking to him telepathically.

"You, kiss-assing bitch! You can talk to me! How the fuck can you speak my language! And let me fucking go or I'll cry to my mother!"

Trela's smile changed into a devious smirk.

"If you're not half as stupid as I think you are, I think you already realize that I'm God. And you should stop cursing me."

Dante's look changed and he burped with a giggle.

"Hahahaha! Lying bitch! You don't even know what a God is, don't you? You probably just heard it from my thoughts."

Trela impressed, let his finger go, and told him, "You got me. I'm not a God or whatever that is. Just so you know, it's a Divine Mindlink. When your mother told me about the Angels having our fate intertwined, I knew there was a pre-ordained Divine Mindlink between the two of us. I just had to do some mental techniques to unlock it this early. You get it, now? Shit-face!"

While Marvia was talking to Captain Danka, she noticed Trela being nice to Dante.

Her heart swelled with gratitude for the unexpected connection between Dante and Trela.

It was a fortuitous encounter, a glimpse into the bond they would share in years to come.

She couldn't help but feel a sense of reassurance, knowing that Dante would have a trusted companion in Trela as they navigated the complexities of the merchant world.

Dante then said, "So... How do you understand my language?"

And then he felt somewhat relieved.

"It's an effect of the Divine Mindlink. I'm not hearing the specific words you are speaking. But it's a direct transfer of meaning and intention. It's pure and raw communication. Weird, right?"

Dante then replied, "Oh. So... This isn't normally something that happens."

"Yeah." Trela bashfully replied, "It's like one in a hundred thousand. Shit-stink."

"I guess. We're stuck with each other huh... bitch." Dante said.

Trela then asked, "By the way, have your parent's given you your Scripture yet?"

"Oh. You mean those books that they use for magic? Nope. Not yet."

Trela scratched her head.

And she replied, "That's weird. When I'm reading your mind, I am receiving weird messages that are hidden from deep in your mind. Here let me resurface them so you can see them too! Let me just-"

Dante blushed.

"Hey! Stop that! Respect my privacy! Bitch! Stop! This is-"

"Right- Yup- right there!"

[Holy System Activation Confirmed]

[Scripture of the Classless Is Now Available]

"WHAT THE FU-"