Pertis Hindles, Trevonir family residence, 5800 U.C.
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Mm, Where, What, did it work? I can feel that I’m still alive, but I’m not able to open my eyes. My eyelids are so heavy. In addition, I can feel the pressure crushing my whole body.
The pressure is gradually disappearing, starting from my head. I can hear some voices, although I don’t understand anything they say. With a struggle, I raise my eyelids.
In front of me is a woman I don’t recognize. She must be my new mother. That means my project was a success. That’s a relief.
Although, I didn’t expect to be an infant. I thought I would imprint my data on an already born person and take control of his mind. But that works even better. That means I’m able to start from square one.
I’m starting to get excited. Since I won't be able to do much in that state, I can just take it easy. My main priority is to learn the language. That goes for reading and writing as well. I wonder what books they have here.
Next, I need to determine the current year and confirm my localization. My new peaceful life begins today!
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It’s been a year already. I'm called Artus Trevonir now. I learned the language, but it’s tough for me to speak. My vocal cords aren’t developed enough yet. Reading also is beyond me for the time being due to heavy restrictions on book access. They are ridiculously expensive here. I heard that students at the royal academy have access to the library.
I managed to walk on my own two feet after only two months. My parents were really surprised at how fast I learned that. It wasn’t a big deal though. The main issue was my muscle strength. At first, my legs were collapsing under my weight, so I couldn’t even stand properly. But with a light exercise and time for me to grow, it wasn’t a problem.
Speaking of my parents, they’re some countryside nobles. Not exactly high in the hierarchy, but we’re not poor either. We got enough land and even a couple of servants. My mother is very kind and loving, I can’t find any issue with her. As a person, I’ve taken a liking to her.
As for my father, he’s kind of sketchy. I think he might be involved in some shady business. I barely see him, so I can’t say for sure, but he got that weird aura around him. It doesn’t look like my parents love each other. I guess it was a political marriage of some kind. Mother doesn’t seem to dislike him, so it’s not like she was forced into all this. However, I don’t see any chemistry between them.
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Yesterday I turned four. Time flies fast. I'm finally allowed to move on my own, without someone constantly following me. Not that I can go anywhere far. Just around our mansion and garden. It's good enough.
I can have some private time and confirm a few things. My destination is an attic. It would be best if no one knew where I was, so I must be extra sneaky.
I hear multiple footsteps in a hallway. I spent most of my previous life in a laboratory, so it may be tricky. So, these kinds of physical activities are new for me. I slowly open the door after the outside noise settles down. I'm too short to reach a knob, so I do it with magic.
I trained in secret for three years controlling elemental particles in my body and surrounding space. It's not as simple as people here may think. There is an abundance of them on this planet, so almost everyone should be infused with enough of them to use simple magic. It's relatively easy to force the desired results, but it's ineffective. You're just burning through them.
There weren't as many in my previous home; it was such a small amount that we hadn't detected them for thousands of years. After long research, we were at last able to use these particles due to special devices that collected them over time and used them as fuel to alter reality. Users didn't need to worry about the process, every step was handled by AI. It's vastly different here. At first, precisely controlling even five particles put my brain under a huge strain. Now, I can do it without a sweat.
I carefully walk through the hallway to not make a sound. Unfortunately, maids are talking to each other in front of the stairway. I don't have time to wait for them to finish. I created a strong wind blowing through a nearby window and they both rushed to close it. It's my chance.
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I'm completely exhausted after walking up the stairs, my body isn't physically developed yet. But I finally reached an attic, it's the least frequented place in this household. It's pitch black in there. A tiny sphere of light is formed above my finger using magic. It's uncomfortable this way, so I look around for candles. There are two on the old desk in the back. I lit them with particles.
Next to the desk is a giant shelf that goes up to the ceiling. Running through it, I find a handful of useful materials. While investigating all flasks on the display, I thought of a way to determine the current year in the universal calendar.
This system is based on a relative position of a galaxy that was proven to move with a constant speed relative to the largest discovered Blackhole. The presence of elemental particles gives me infinite possibilities.
I use them to extract a few molecules from mercury and energize them by focusing all surrounding particles on them. It's very unstable in this state, one wrong move and I'll destroy this whole city. I carefully imprint their information on a piece of orichalcum.
Next, I send these energized molecules on a journey to two celestial bodies. I remembered their data, so while energizing I pass on to them the necessary information. When they hit their mark, that orichalcum will contain all the data they gathered during the trip.
Due to the information I provided, they'll be naturally attracted to their destinations by a strong force, while at the same time repelled by objects that don't match it. They're connected to the orichalcum bar through the information dimension in which the concept of time doesn't exist.
If you know the principles behind it, it's not that difficult to do it. The same action required super-advanced devices in my old world. If I used the information dimension to reincarnate myself, I would be here without much of a delay, so there would be no worry about time. However, to do so, it's required to know the exact data about the target, which I didn't know. Thus, I had to use a different method.
It should take around 2 hours to receive the results. In the meantime, I'm going to explore the attic more. There should be something useful here.
It's been an hour already and I didn't find anything. On the other hand, I started to hear someone shouting.
"Artus! Artus! Where are you? Artus!"
They're looking for me. It's probably best to go down and let them know I'm fine. But I can't let them see me. My escapade would be for nothing if they do something to my orichalcum bar.
"Artus, where were you?"
"I was playing hide and seek."
"With whom?"
".... Alone."
"You act suspicious lately, it won't be tolerated. You are a natural genius, you can't waste your time on childish games. Wait in your room, I'll soon send your math tutor there."
"Yes, Father."
Since my dad discovered my 'talent' he's been forcing me to study as much as I could, I have almost no free time.
He's been fixated on using me to increase his status and gain more influence in the Kingdom. He believes that his genes are special and even made me a little sister that he hopes to marry to a high-ranking noble.
I don't care much about it. But lessons are very dull, but at least I can laugh internally when teachers tell me something stupid, they believe is true.
I feel kinda bad for my sister. She has to go through all this harsh training regime. It’s simply impossible for a three-year-old child to endure it, especially without contact with other children.
Yes, I was forbidden from interacting with my contemporaries. According to my father, they will only slow my progress. Well, I don’t mind. Playing as an equal with a four-year-old child doesn’t sound very entertaining. But my sister needs that connection or she’ll have trouble adjusting when she grows up.
Oh, my teacher came. When lectures are over, I’ll sneak up to the attic again.
It’s bad. It’s truly terrible news. It’s currently 5804 U.C. I finished my project in 5842 U.C. That means I’m back in time. Why is it that bad?
For one thing, there are two I’s at the same time. Only two of me and in different galaxies don’t sound like a big deal. However, when the year 5842 U.C. arrives again, another me will be made and a cycle will repeat infinitely.
Heck, I don’t even know if I'm the first iteration of this cycle. But, considering that I’m still alive and nobody came to assassinate me or something like that, I think it’s safe to assume that I’m the first.
I can’t leave this be. I need to think of a countermeasure. I have a lot of time, but it’s not something I can do without any tools. It’ll be unreasonable to work without any laboratory. But this planet's technology won’t help me. I need to make everything myself from scratch. I can’t afford to be careless now.