"Momma...Papa," my parents freaked, lifting their arms in the air and showering me with praise. This had become a daily ritual, marking my one-year milestone. I had reached a point where I could speak in complete sentences, and my Vine Control skill had advanced twice, now standing at level three. I had gained greater control over my vines, allowing me to sway them from side to side, even though they were still short. I relished the newfound freedom of experimenting with different hairstyles.

After their jubilant celebration, my parents finally settled down, twirling and dancing in each other's arms before bidding me farewell and leaving the room. Seizing the moment, I eagerly checked my status once again, wanting to assess my progress.

Name: Methuselah, the Hereafter

Blessing: Demon God of Unity

Level: 2

HP: 50/50

Mana: 80/80

Estimated Attack Power: 3

Speed: 4

Skills: Little Helper, Vine Control, Flight, Nature’s Calling, Health Monitor, Baby Booster, Blessed

Seeker

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Excitement surged through me as I noticed my health and mana had increased by 30 points. However, confusion lingered, prompting me to turn to the Little Helper for clarification.

In response, the Little Helper's disdainful tone underscored its disbelief in my intelligence. It emphasized the significance of the blessing bestowed upon me by the Demon God of Unity, highlighting the exceptional speed at which I was leveling up compared to humans and mythical creatures. Humans typically gained 1 to 10 points per level, while mythical creatures acquired 15 to 30 points due to their innate power. Based solely on levels, I should be three times more potent than a human and twice as formidable as mythical creatures.

Seeking further understanding, I inquired about the implications of leveling up with the same number of points. The Little Helper retorted sharply, questioning whether I could discern the size difference between a dragon and a lowly goblin. It emphasized the importance of Estimated Attack Power, which showcased the vast strength discrepancy between creatures of the same level. Its words dripped with doubt, calling into question the wisdom of the Creator who had chosen me to save the world.

Attempting to grasp the concept, I acknowledged the significance of attack power as the determining factor in battles. The Little Helper chimed in, reminding me of the importance of Speed and cautioning against underestimating swift opponents.

Feeling overwhelmed and somewhat foolish, I expressed my weariness to the Little Helper, bemoaning my lack of experience beyond the confines of the room I had been born into.

Apologizing for its previous brusqueness, the Little Helper conveyed its desire for me to grow powerful, capable of facing any adversary without hesitation or fear. It urged me not to underestimate the dangers that awaited me beyond these walls, painting a vivid picture of the perils that would befall me if I made even a single mistake.

Grateful for its concern, I thanked the Little Helper before seeking solace in lying down, allowing the weight of its words to settle upon me. The magnitude of the journey ahead and the need for strength resonated within me, compelling me to prepare myself mentally and physically for the challenges that awaited beyond the safety of my familiar surroundings.