Darkness.
It wasn’t pitch black, but it was as close as I imagine it could get. Moving was hard to do, as if I was drowning in honey without the problem of suffocation. My arms and legs felt unresponsive, and my eyes don’t seem to completely work, yet for some reason, I could see. It was a very blurry view, and I couldn’t see much beside some outlines, but I could see. Even with my eyes closed.
Somehow. I don’t quite know the how yet, but I might find out soon.
Trying to strain my “vision” yielded some results, but not any good ones. I ‘saw’ that I was inside a membrane of sorts—though, to be fair, I didn’t realize that it was a membrane until I tried to reach out with my hand and felt it touch some sort of fleshy material. Since it looked red, I assumed it was a membrane. There was also a tube attached to my belly, though I don’t know what it meant.
I strained my memory for any recollection of what happened—I barely knew what I was. I was a teenager in my previous life… but I couldn’t recall what my specific age was. Around 17? I’m not quite sure. I can’t recall my name and family—but I can remember some memories. Science, some Math, but nothing else of substance. It felt as pockets of information were floating around my head, only to disappear and never be seen again… with the exception of science and math.
I don’t even know why, and I’m not interested to know either.
I waited a few minutes—or is it hours? Days? I can’t tell—my sense of time is wonky inside this membrane—for the information to settle. Now I can sort of remember some science and math stuff, but couldn’t recall history, or anything that would reveal my home. If I had amnesia, it was a very odd kind of amnesia, and one that hasn’t been recorded by the books—or actually, hasn’t been recorded by anything because it hasn’t happened before.
I furrowed my non-existent brows as I tried to rack my brain for any memories of what happened, and several more minutes—actually, it’s probably not minutes. It could be hours—days, weeks—since I’ve been out. I wish the rescue teams would come and get me already.
Do they know I’m gone?
A chilling thought, that was. I’ll pretend I never thought of it.
They must have noticed… right? But even I knew that was a fleeting thought. What happened to me? Where was I? Something must have happened for me to lose my memory. Concussive damage, or some sort of hypnosis, hell if I know. It’s just not possible for me to… lose everything like that.
What if it is?
It shouldn’t be. Something like that… it’s impossible to remove specific memories—it should have been…
Magic.
Something I knew to not exist yet…
It did. I don’t know why I knew it, only that I did. And I certainly didn’t find it before.
With this new knowledge inside my head—after all, I can’t just remember false things, right?—I came to a thought that made me think for the several more hours I stayed inside the fleshy membrane.
What the fuck happened to me when I went down?
Just as soon as I thought that however, the membrane started convulsing.
My world started shaking, and I almost yelped, but realized that I couldn’t. So I just tried to scramble my pudgy arms to grab onto something to stop myself from—well, falling. I was being pushed out of the membrane and I started to panic. What was out there that needed me? What was out there that could kill me?
I scrambled a bit more inside the membrane, trying to stop exiting the thing, but it was no use. Gravity worked against me as I fell off my home for the past few weeks, my eyes wide as I tried to resist.
It was no use.
Light flooded my blurry vision, my other source of vision not reporting an.. ything… odd..
I came out of a woman’s… well, you get the point.
There were other people standing above me, conversing in a language I could only assume was English.
Giants, the lot of them. Or maybe not, and I was just tiny…
My mind was numb as I processed this. Where…?
But what really broke me was the screen in front of me.
Congratulations! You have been born as a Human!
+15 INT
+10 WIS
Psion now set as main job.
Psion is now LV. 1
Hidden Perk earned: Reincarnated
Skill learned: Telekinesis (LV. 1)
Do you want to play the tutorial?
[Yes] / No
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And for the first time since I’ve gained consciousness, I started to scream.
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“She’s beautiful,” the raven haired woman in the white robe murmured as she stroked her newborn child’s head, seemingly unperturbed by the screams the child was making.
An aide on the side coughed and averted his eyes from the mother and her child. “Uh, ma’am? He’s an, uh, boy.”
“Yes, my boy,” she sighed and ignored the previous thing she said as if it never happened, prompting the man beside the aid to snort and snicker. “My boy is handsome.”
A blonde man wearing glasses sighed as the woman cooed at her child. “Selene, we still have to Appraise the child, please let him go.”
“Hm?” The woman hummed, putting a finger under her chin as she telekinetically spun the baby around, which had stopped the, in the aide’s honest opinion, annoying cries. The newborn still had its eyes closed, but he could feel the newborn’s Telekinesis reaching out and trying to form a visual on them. The aide didn’t know what it meant for the child’s intelligence, and he didn’t care. This job, after all, was already technically above his pay grade, so it would be best if he forgot everything in here after he left.
The new mother, however, had still not decided to yet let go of the baby in the time of the aide’s internal thoughts. She had lowered the baby to her face level as she smiled demurely.
“My child is so interesting,” She cooed. “Oh, how I can’t wait to raise him!”
“You say that now,” the doctor hissed under his breath, shaking his head at the naivety of the woman before him. “Selene, please—“
The door to the secluded room suddenly slammed open, and a man with black hair and sapphire eyes came inside, frantic and wide-eyed.
“I couldn’t help myself,” he babbled. “Is she okay? Did the delivery go well? Are they both alive and aretheybothokayandhealthyI’mreallyworriedpleasetellmeshe’sfine—“
“Keith!” The doctor barked as he ran a hand across his hair, the white streaks on his haor becoming more apparent as his hair was swept back, showing his aging features. “They’re fine! Why don’t you, instead of barging in like an idiot, actually look at the bed!”
The new father sheepishly chuckled as he slowly gazed at his wife, whose emerald green eyes were twinkling with mirth from her husband’s antics. Her newborn—Our, Keith reminded himself, swelling with pride as he looked upon his child—child set on her lap as she sat up.
“Should you be sitting up?” Keith asked, concerned. The blood stains on the white sheets were still pretty fresh, after all. He was about to utilize his own Telekinesis to lightly push her back to bed, but paused when he felt a different force—weaker, but yet, familiar.
His child’s.
The child was staring at him, or well, as best as he can stare with having his eyes closed, but Keith could feel his child observing him with his telekinesis, which made him proud and a little worried.
“That’s interesting,” he murmured as he knelt to his wife’s side and just looked at the boy. The telekinetic prodding still hasn’t stopped, but it wasn’t really bothering Keith anymore. Instead, he just grinned and prodded the child back, which made the baby flinch a little, before relaxing and stopping the poking.
“I know, right?” Selene grinned as well, before she yawned in exhaustion. “Today was so tiring, though,” she murmured.
“Giving birth does that to you,” the doctor, Hosef, stated dryly, making husband and wife chuckle sheepishly. “Why I thought you were good for each other, I don’t know. Two airheads just make a bigger airhead.”
“Dad,” Selene whined, prompting her father to laugh and Keith to shake his head.
“Still as scathing as before, old man,” he complained half-heartedly. Hosef simply smirked.
“Of course, I can’t let my daughter forget what kind of idiot you were back in the day,” with those words, the three people’s eyes glazed over as they took a little stroll down memory day, before Hosef shook his head and instructed the aide that was starting to lose focus beside him. “Leroy! Pass me the Appraiser.”
The aide, Leroy, snapped into attention and nodded, his hand stretching out towards the top of a cabinet. A small orb, about the size of a man’s palm, slowly yet shakily made its way out of the top of the cabinet and into Leroy’s hands. The aide dutifully passed it towards the old man, who had simply clicked his tongue and shook his head.
“Too slow. Improve your control. Don’t just focus in pure power, Leroy.”
The young psionic simply grunted as he nodded. Hosef seemed satisfied with the teen’s response and walked over to the couple, who were now engaged in small idle chatter, their eyes flickering to the orb for but a moment before they ceased to talk.
Hosef simply raised the orb to the child’s chest and channeled mana into it. The orb glowed blue as it took in the aged man’s mana, the newborn also glowing blue in response to it.
After a few more seconds of channeling mana, the orb beeped for the lack of a better term, and revealed the baby’s Status with a blue window, available for all to see (except for Leroy, who wasn’t looking at the Status Window and was instead doing something else worth his time).
“This is incredible,” the blonde father breathed.
Name ??? Title --- STR 15 (-10) Race Human Condition Baby END 12 (-10) Age 4 minutes Jobs LV. 1 Psion DEX 13 (-10) HP 20 / 20 --- INT 42 Mana 420/420 --- WIS 37
“Our son’s a genius,” Selene murmured, pride evident on her voice.
“He shouldn’t have that much INT and WIS yet,” the old man muttered, still wide eyed as he looked at the Status Screen, which, even after multiple blinks and rubbing of his eyes, didn’t change. “This is strange..!”
“Wow,” Keith just quietly said. He looked at his child, who had fallen asleep on his mother’s lap.
He’s going to have a hard life ahead of him.
While that amount wasn’t much in the grand scheme of things—certainly not comparable to his relatives inside the room now—it was still a lot for a child, and it would only continue to grow as he grew to become an adult—much less fight and kill monsters. A small part of him ached for his son to remain childish while he was still around—he didn’t want him to grow up too fast.
Yet another part of him had already steeled itself for the future, one that would probably be rocky and rough for his son, and determined that he would help him go through his trials with little difficulty.
Looking at his wife, he deduced that she had come upon a similar decision too.
“Kane,” He announced. Selene seemed to ponder his choice, before nodding and smiling at Hosef, who was looking at them, confused.
“What are you—“
“Kane,” Selene repeated, smiling at her father. It wasn’t an innocent smile either, it was a smile that sent a shiver down even the great Hurricane Hosef, a man whose powers were so immense that entire cities would fall under his wrath in his prime. Not that he did that—and that was among the older times, when people didn’t enchant their protective walls with magic to make it tougher.
“His name is Kane,” Keith nodded as if the world itself agreed with his choice.
“I see,” Hosef sighed and grumbled. “Could’ve just said that from the beginning. Brats, troubling me more and more each decade.”
The three question marks in the child’s status glowed gold, before it faded away to be replaced by Kane Worth, a warm feeling spreading throughout the child’s—Kane’s small body. Not that he could feel it since he was asleep.
“Kane,” Selene murmured as she hugged her child closer, not caring for the blood still on her baby’s body, and falling asleep.