CHAPTER 4: ONCE YOU'RE REINCARNATED, AGE IS JUST A NUMBER
It was a peaceful day. Birds chirped and a three goats ate grazed peacefully, all but one. The peace was destroyed by the shouting of a 4 year old boy who faced down the only goat of the heard.
“Don’t think just because you have two horns and a harem of three that you are as strong as a two horned demon!” he shouted at the goat.
The goat kicking dust back and charged at the boy. He dived to the side, dodging the animals horns. It slid to a stop but it was too late as the boy’s fist found its side. It turned to face him and reared up on its back legs before bringing its horns down on him. The boy easily dodged and stepped back from the goat. It shook its head angrily and charged again.
“Okay!” the boy breathed as he lowered his stance, standing in place as the goat came charging at him.
His hands grabbed the goats horns, his feet digging into the ground as he was pushed back. He gritted his teeth and turned the goat on its back with a grunt. The goat kicked in panic before it rolled to its feet before running away.
“That’s right! You remember my name, Two-Horns and don’t go grazing to far, you stupid goat!” he shouted after it.
“Kram!” a female voice shouted.
Kram rolled his eyes as he looked at the female skipping toward him.
This was Kriki, the first annoying member of his future harem. Yes, she was 2 years old but Panokin did say he was an OP so this was all normal.
“How is my future husband doing?” she asked.
“I told you to stop calling me that, Kriki!” he said. “Are you not suppose to be out fetching water?”
“I got done with that early!”
“No surprise,” he said, as he walked over to a boulder.
“So we can hang out?”
“Sure but you know what to do first.” He sat on a boulder.
“Aw but I don’t want to.” She pouted.
“I don’t care what you want, lil girl.” He said as he plucked a long piece of grass and chewed on it. “Nor does what you want matter. What is important is what I want. Now do it!”
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She groaned and got to the ground. “1… 2… 3…”
Krono watched her doing push ups, looking as bored as he felt. He was frustrated that after all of this, he still had not opened up his meridians. The medicine woman told him that humans usually open meridians at the age of puberty which is around 12 years old. What is this puberty? And why were humans so weak?! He was looking at the girl. If he was going to amass a horde of brainless sex dolls, yes she was 2 years old and he just referred to her as a future sex doll, then he would make sure that they were at least powerful.
Kriki had done her 10 push ups and was now running to and fro as part of her laps. Then she went through the fighting forms he had taught her. Not that he knew many. Demons were snarling creatures and fought savagely with no strategy or finesse other than to see the their opponent bleed. He only learned proper fighting form and strategy when he was a general in the demon horde. This girl, Kriki would be his guinea pig. As a baby, he once had the thought
When she was done, she was sweating. “Why do I have to do this?”
“Because I’m not going to have a weak wife.”
“But I don’t feel I’m getting stronger,” she said, trying to make muscles with her skinny arms.
“Yes you are,” he said as he hopped off his boulder. “Why do you think you can fetch water faster than before?”
“Oh yeah, that’s right!” she said as she followed him back to the village as he herded the goats back to his mountain.
“Wow, I can’t believe your father trusted you with this herd.” Kriki said.
“Yes,” he said. “He does trust me very much.” His chest puffed out in pride. “We’re still growing it. But I tell you one thing, the goat milk is not as good as my mother’s milk. Does your mother still allow you to suckle?”
“No!” she looked at him weirdly.
“If she ever falls pregnant again, call me. Maybe she’ll allow me a sip.”
“No! No! No!” she said as they entered the village.
Kram looked out. The smoke in the distance had grown stronger in the years. He was now sure it was a Fiery Furnace like the ones they had in his home realm.
“I hate that place,” Kriki said, looking at the same thing he did. “Mom says its bad.”
Kram grunted. Not knowing what to say. Even though he had been reincarnated, he still had no interest in protecting or saving humans. All he wanted was his vengeance against the Demon Lord. Ideally, he wanted to take the position but the amount of work it would take for a human to get demons to follow him gave him mre of a headache than the knowledge of how much work he would have to do to even become half as strong as the Demon Lord.
Kram led the herd to the kraal, bid farewell to a reluctant Kriki and went inside the house.
Kram woke up. His soul had expanded in the mana field and felt a disturbance. It was an interesting ability he found out he could do when he improved his soul sense further than he ever had. The mana around them formed a field and whenever the medicine woman would conduct a spell, the mana field would shift. It was shifting now at a level higher than the medicine woman was ever capable of.
He rushed to the door and opened it causing his parents to wake up.
“Kram?’ his father said, sitting up.
Kram looked at the sky and had a mixture of emotions as he stared up. He could see a necro dragon, a dragon from his home. It was long with a red body that allowed one to see its skeleton beneath its skin. It looked down and roared as it saw the tiny human settlement. Kram knew they were in trouble.