Chapter 4: No Ordinary Love

Day 7 of the 3rd Air Cycle, 1985 g.c.

Back in the small town of Talasi, I woke to the familiar sound of a rooster crowing, signaling that the tri-moons had set and the sun was beginning its ascent. The first rays of sunlight pierced through the window, casting a warm glow on my dark blue walls.

"Who the hell got a yard bird? Wait, does that mean fried chicken is in this world?" I wondered, my thoughts still groggy.

[Moon Sage: Tsukuyomi], the new persona of one of my V-Skills, responded smoothly, "Correct. The meal you remember as Fried Chicken is also a familiar dish on the continent of Arcadia. Here, it is called 'Crispy Hen'."

"Oh shit, welcome back," I greeted [Moon Sage: Tsukuyomi] with a thought, a smirk forming on my tiny lips. "You know, I actually enjoy the extra voices in my head."

"Good morning, master," [Moon Sage: Tsukuyomi] replied. "Will you be attempting more skill creations today?"

"That's a good question," I mused, tapping my fingers thoughtfully on the edge of the crib. "That mana drain shit was annoying. I need to find a way to increase my mana pool. But first, I need to get adjusted to this body."

I attempted to flex my brachialis, trying to bend my elbow, but my body wasn't fully responding to my commands. After four tries, a sense of frustration began to build within me. I have always despised the feeling of being limited, whether by my own inability or ignorance. Giving up has never been an option for me. This sparked a rush of mana from the top of my head, triggering the sensation of a personal skill activating.

"[Adaptive Predator] analyzation complete." [Moon Sage: Tsukuyomi] informed me.

A surge of strength and energy coursed through my body and mind. I could feel my physical form adjusting, allowing me to move as I desired. From my ankles to my fingertips, I felt a familiar control returning. Balling up my fist, I smiled in satisfaction, understanding that Adaptive Predator had just enhanced my capabilities.

"Oh yea, that's that good shit."

Before I had a chance to test the new limits of my body, my mother entered the room, her joyous smile radiating the same warmth as the night before. The morning light filtered through the window, casting a soft glow on her delicate features and highlighting her elfin, pointy ears, which only deepened my confusion.

"Good morning, my moonlight," Vericka greeted me, her voice a melody of affection. "How was your first night in the world?"

I tried to respond, but my voice was just a faint whisper. "Ma...ma..."

Her eyes widened in astonishment. "Did you just say Mama? Not even a day old, and you're already talking!"

Beaming with pride, she lifted me into her arms, her elongated fangs catching the light as she spun around in a joyful circle. Her laughter filled the room with a warmth that seemed to envelop us both.

"I can't wait to tell my mom," she exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over.

She gently set me down on a padded changing mat, her touch tender and deliberate. The scent of lavender and chamomile from the diaper balm mingled with the fresh, earthy smell of morning dew drifting in through the open window. As she untied the cloth diaper, her fingers, warm and soft, moved with the utmost care. Each motion was soothing, her touch infused with a mother's boundless love.

"Well, Xiro, let's get you a new diaper and some breakfast," Vericka cooed, her voice a comforting lullaby.

She scanned the room, her eyes searching the wooden shelves and woven baskets until she found a stack of fresh diapers neatly tucked away. With a tender smile, she retrieved one and returned to me.

Once the new diaper was securely fastened, she lifted me again, cradling me close to her chest. I could hear the steady rhythm of her heartbeat—a soothing, familiar sound that brought a sense of peace. She carried me to a rocking chair by the window, where she sat down, the chair creaking softly as she settled in. Sunlight bathed us in a warm, golden glow, creating a serene and intimate atmosphere.

"There we go, all clean and ready for breakfast," Vericka whispered as she adjusted her robe, revealing her breast.

She guided me to latch on, and though the taste was slightly bitter at first, it quickly became comforting. The warmth of her skin, the gentle motion of the rocking chair, and the quiet hum of the morning created a perfect harmony. As I nursed, her fingers lightly stroked my hair, her touch filled with love and reassurance. I could feel her gaze upon me, filled with wonder and adoration.

As I nursed, I felt a profound connection, a bond that transcended words. Her scent, a mix of wildflowers and the subtle musk of her skin, enveloped me; making me feel safe and cherished. Each sip was nourishing, not just to my body but to my soul. This moment, wrapped in my mother's love, was a gentle reminder of the beauty and warmth of this new world.

The lighting, the cozy atmosphere, and the peaceful sounds of morning workers from the open window almost lulled me back to sleep, but the sight of my mother's pointed ears kept my mind active with questions. Her smile was a comforting contrast to the strange thoughts swirling in my head.

Xiro (thinking): "It seems this body is still reacting naturally to its mother. I'm just glad this breastfeeding isn't giving me weird ideas."

Xiro (thinking): "Still... why does she have pointy ears? Do I have pointy ears?"

Tsukuyomi (within): "Vericka's unique heritage can be explained by her pre-evolution mixed lineage, combining the traits and characteristics of three different races: Celestial, Fairy, and Dark Elf."

Xiro (thinking): "So am I mixed? Or considered just a Majin?"

Tsukuyomi (within): "Your birth as a Psuedo-Oni is a result of the potent Majin blood coursing through your veins. Majin blood possesses the extraordinary ability to alter and dominate the genetic makeup of its host, converting 90% of their DNA to predominantly reflect their demonic heritage."

Xiro (thinking): "She had a booty call with a devil?"

Belial (within): "Oni are formidable warriors. Our evolution will thrive in battle."

Xiro (thinking): "I keep hearing the word 'battle' here. What is this planet really like?"

Tsukuyomi (within): [Sage Wisdom] "The planet of Gaia, a vibrant yet perilous world, is home to numerous humanoid races scattered across its three vast continents: Arcadia, Hels, and Xanadu. Among these continents, Arcadia boasts a diverse and treacherous landscape, with the village of Talasi nestled within the southern Arcadian country of Velonica. Velonica, renowned as the homeland of the Celestials, is a land of stark contrasts, offering safe roads that traverse through incredibly hazardous biomes."

Tsukuyomi (within): "Velonica's ecosystem is particularly infamous for its fierce and formidable mana beasts. These creatures, enhanced by the ambient mana that saturates the environment, are far tougher and more dangerous than their ordinary counterparts found elsewhere. Mana beasts in Velonica possess heightened strength, agility, and resilience, often exhibiting unique abilities that make them formidable adversaries for even the most seasoned warriors."

As [Moon Sage: Tsukuyomi] spoke, I imagined the dense, mana-infused forests concealing predators with the ability to blend seamlessly into their surroundings. The thought of swamps bubbling with toxic mists and harboring amphibious beasts capable of ambushing their prey with lethal precision sent a shiver down my spine.

Tsukuyomi (within): "Travelers and inhabitants of Velonica must constantly be vigilant, as the biomes they traverse are teeming with threats. Dense, mana-infused forests conceal predators with the ability to blend seamlessly into their surroundings. Swamps, bubbling with toxic mists, harbor amphibious beasts capable of ambushing their prey with lethal precision. The rugged hill ranges to the north are home to colossal, stone-skinned creatures that guard their territories fiercely. Even the serene-looking grasslands can turn deadly, as packs of swift, mana-empowered predators roam in search of their next meal."

Tsukuyomi (within): "In this land, survival is a daily battle. The inhabitants, particularly the artists, are often engaged in combat, whether it be hunting these dangerous creatures for resources or defending their homes from relentless attacks. The constant threat of mana beasts has forged a society where strength, skill, and vigilance are paramount."

Xiro (thinking): "Wait, what's an artist? That word gives me nostalgia."

Tsukuyomi (within): [Sage Wisdom] "On the planet Gaia, the title of "Artist" is a prestigious and highly respected classification bestowed upon adventurers who master the use of Mana Arts or Combat Arts. These skilled individuals register with the Royal Intercontinental Alliance of Artists, a global coalition encompassing Swordsmans, M-Cees, Heroes, Mythwalkers, and Godwalkers. This elite organization ensures that Artists are recognized for their abilities and contributions to society."

Tsukuyomi (within): "Artists are revered for their exceptional skills and diverse abilities, which range from manipulating mana to wielding combat techniques that surpass ordinary capabilities. The use of Mana Arts involves harnessing and exploiting the magical energy known as mana, allowing Artists to perform extraordinary feats, cast powerful spells, and engage in high-level magical combat. Combat Arts, on the other hand, focus on physical prowess and martial techniques, often augmented by mana to enhance strength, speed, and agility."

I could almost see the Artists in action, their mana glowing as they performed incredible feats. The thought of mastering such abilities stirred a sense of excitement within me.

Tsukuyomi (within): "The role of an Artist is the most popular and sought-after occupation on Gaia, drawing countless individuals who aspire for fame, fortune, and the thrill of adventure. However, it is also the most perilous. The life of an Artist is fraught with danger, as they frequently confront formidable foes, explore uncharted territories, and undertake missions that put their lives at risk. The harsh reality of this profession is underscored by the sobering statistic that approximately 61 million people die annually from artist-related incidents. These fatalities result from encounters with deadly mana beasts, catastrophic freestyle battles, wars under a nation's banner, hazardous environments, and the inherent risks of wielding powerful, sometimes unstable, Mana Arts."

Tsukuyomi (within): "Despite the dangers, the allure of becoming an Artist remains strong. The title carries with it immense respect and recognition, as Artists are often seen as protectors, explorers, and symbols of hope. Their exploits and achievements are celebrated, and their tales of bravery and skill inspire future generations to pursue the path of an Artist."

Tsukuyomi (within): "The Royal Intercontinental Alliance of Artists plays a crucial role in regulating and supporting Artists. This organization provides training, resources, and missions, ensuring that Artists are well-prepared for the challenges they face. It also fosters a sense of community among the diverse group of adventurers, facilitating the exchange of knowledge and techniques across different disciplines and cultures."

Tsukuyomi (within): "In essence, an Artist on Gaia is believed to be more than just a title; it is a way of life that embodies the spirit of adventure, the pursuit of excellence, and the relentless quest for knowledge and power."

Belial (within): "Goddamn know it all."

Xiro (thinking): "Y'all play nice. Thank you, Tsukuyomi. You my nigga."

As Vericka walked into the front of the house, I couldn't help but notice the unique blend of modern 90s futurism and magic-infused antiquity from a fantastical dark age. The living room was an eclectic mix. A couch made of plush leather and cotton that could easily fit in a suburban home stood in sharp contrast to an ancient, rune-inscribed fireplace designed to warm the house without central heating or air conditioning.

The walls were adorned with a combination of paintings displaying moving images and enchanted tapestries that shimmered with mana. Each piece of furniture straddled the line between past and future—a sleek glass coffee table stood on carved wooden legs that looked like they belonged in a medieval castle.

There was no electricity wiring, but instead, certain areas of the room were illuminated by electric rune circles. These glowing, intricate symbols were etched into the floor and walls, pulsing with a soft, blue light that powered modern amenities like light bulbs. Those bulbs themselves were a marvel, appearing as typical incandescent bulbs but glowing with a steady, magical brilliance rather than filament heat.

In the kitchen, sleek stainless steel appliances were seamlessly integrated with iron-age tools. A modern-looking refrigerator, powered by an ice rune circle hummed quietly next to a heavy wooden cabinet filled with potion ingredients and enchanted cookware. The stove was a fascinating hybrid, with gas burners that ignited using small fire rune circles instead of conventional igniters.

Everywhere I looked, there was this harmonious blend of the familiar and the fantastical. The house seemed to be a testament to the ingenuity of combining old-world magic with modern conveniences, creating a living space that was both practical and enchanting.

Minutes later, a rumble of keys was heard outside the front door. The knob turned, revealing my grandmother, Fann, standing there. Next to my mom, she was another beacon of feminine comfort and warmth. She entered the home with a concerned expression, immediately greeting my mom like any parent worried about their child's well-being, scolding her for not resting enough after giving birth just last night.

"I thought I heard you outside this morning," Fann said, her tone a mix of concern and reprimand. "Why were you practicing Combat Arts?"

Vericka, still beaming from earlier, replied, "Because, Mom, I have a technique I've been working on that I want to teach Xiro one day." She glanced at me, pride evident in her eyes. "Seeing how talented he is, I got a little inspired. I wanted to impress him when he gets older, as it's clear he will surpass me quickly one day."

Fann softened a bit, her gaze shifting between us. "So you thought about what I said? Are you going to train him?"

Vericka's smile shifted to a releasing sigh. "Only if he wants that."

Fann approached and gently took me from Vericka's arms, hugging me tightly and speaking to me in an exaggerated baby voice. She tickled my belly, and despite the absurdity, I couldn't help but giggle. Her playful mannerisms made me feel an unexpected closeness to this delightful elder woman.

"He's such a little cutie pie," Fann cooed, her eyes sparkling with affection.

"He's more advanced than any human or celestial infant I've ever seen," Vericka added. "Not only did I catch him sitting up with his neck in control, but he also said 'mama.'"

Fann's eyes widened in amazement. "Speaking in a day? Even with Celestials growing twice as fast as humans, I've never come across an infant speaking in a day."

She looked back down at me, her expression filled with wonder. "You're just full of surprises, huh?"

Fann then sat me down in the living room on a comfortable carpet, the softness cushioning me. She moved into the connected kitchen with Vericka, who was preparing herself breakfast. The air filled with the delicious aroma of fresh bread and eggs, mingling with the faint scent of herbs from the nearby garden.

As I watched them from my spot, Fann returned, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Would you like to see a little magic, Xiro?" she asked, her voice gentle and soothing.

She held out her hand, and with a small flick of her wrist, a tiny, glowing orb of wind mana appeared, spinning gracefully above her palm. The light shimmered and sparkled, casting a cool glow around the room. My eyes widened in awe, mesmerized by the simple yet beautiful display. Or maybe it was just my infant body reacting to the shiny object. Either way, it was pretty dope.

"Isn't it amazing?" Fann said, smiling down at me. "One day, you'll be able to do this and much more."

As the spiraling orb faded, I felt a surge of excitement and determination. With its small mix of modern comforts and magical wonders, this world was full of possibilities, and I was eager to explore every single one. Fann returned to the kitchen with Vericka, and I immediately signaled to my V-Skills about practicing magic.

Xiro (thinking): "Tsukuyomi, Tell me more about mana."

Tsukuyomi (within): "Omnis Mana, or mana, is the universal magical energy produced by the universe that exists all across the planet Gaia as a naturally occurring phenomenon. It's created from magiton, a nanoscopic particle often better viewed when clustered together into a mana pocket. When magitons come into contact with a body, they are converted into one of two types of sub-mana and stored in the soul."

Tsukuyomi (within): "Bio Mana is mana converted and stored in the soul due to the melanin in a person’s body. Even if a person has a rich supply of melanin only in their eyes, they possess the potential to produce Bio Mana. Unlike Gem Mana, Bio Mana is considered the best for creating Arts but is harder to master control of."

Tsukuyomi (within): "Gem Mana is what magitons convert into when the body lacks a rich melanin supply. Without melanin as a conduit, Gem Mana can only be accessed with a Magic Gem. It is easier for novice M-Cees to use but extremely difficult to create Arts for."

"Talk about skin color actually having a purpose. The racist on Earth would love this shit." I jest to myself.

Tsukuyomi (within): "Understanding the differences between Bio Mana and Gem Mana allows for a more nuanced approach to learning and mastering Skills and Arts, accommodating the unique capabilities and limitations of each type."

[Midnight Star: Belial]'s thoughts echoed in my mind, a mischievous tone underlying his suggestion.

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Belial (within): "Boring. We should find some other babies to punch."

Xiro (thinking): "Thank you, Tsukuyomi. And what the hell makes you think I want to punch a baby?"

Belial (within): "Because we're a baby. So it's a fair fight."

Ignoring [Midnight Star: Belial], I focused on remembering the demonstration my grandmother had given me with the concentrated orb of mana. As I delved into the memory, a vivid image of the glowing orb formed in my mind, every intricate detail coming to life as [Absolute Memory] activated. I could recall the shimmering hues and the gentle hum of energy with perfect clarity, feeling the warmth of the orb and the subtle vibrations it emitted.

Suddenly, [Moon Sage: Tsukuyomi] kicked in, assisting me and triggering [Accelerated Mind]. My perception of time slowed to a crawl, each second stretching into an eternity. My thoughts raced at an unimaginable speed, processing information at a rate five million times faster than normal. The world around me seemed to stand still as my mind worked through the complexities of mana manipulation, dissecting every aspect of the demonstration with meticulous precision.

In this heightened state, I felt my brain straining to keep up with the influx of information.

[Moon Sage: Tsukuyomi]'s voice resonated in my mind, a soothing presence amidst the whirlwind of thoughts. "Your body's brain is still developing, Master. The skill will improve even more once we are older."

I could feel the raw potential surging within me, an untamed power waiting to be controlled and refined. The sensation was both overwhelming and exhilarating, like standing on the brink of a vast abyss, ready to dive into the unknown. As the effects of [Accelerated Mind] gradually faded, I emerged from the mental storm with a deeper understanding of mana and its manipulation, the knowledge now ingrained in my very essence.

"When was the last time you saw the boy's father?" Fann's voice pulled me from my thoughts.

"Frost was here two months ago," Vericka replied, her tone tinged with uncertainty. "But I doubt he plans on coming back. He kept saying Arcadia wasn’t where he wanted to die. If his rambling is anything to go by, he’s probably headed to Xanadu."

I tuned back in, realizing my mother and grandmother were discussing my absent father.

"Well, Majins don't make good fathers," Fann remarked. "They just pass on great skills and DNA."

"Frost started off as a decent father," Vericka defended. "This recent change in him seems like something he’s been hiding, trying to handle on his own."

"Sniffing moonsand is a bad habit for a father to have," Fann said, her voice laced with concern. "That drug is dangerous and will kill him."

Vericka gasped, "How did you know? Never mind, your V-Skill, of course."

"That child was always destined for trouble with that habit," Fann continued. "You know the Luna Beach Flower that moonsand is made from only grows in Xanadu, right?"

"I had a feeling," Vericka admitted. "I read a letter from Glynis. She mentioned coming across a field of them, saying how beautiful they were and how much she was enjoying her trip. By the way, when did she last contact you?"

"I sent your sister a raven message last night after I left here," Fann said, taking a sip of her coffee. "In her last message, she said she'd fly back once she finished her mission."

"Her mission, huh?" Vericka mused. "Sounds like she’s still chasing after that blade artist from the Zo clan she mentioned. I could tell she likes him from the way she described him."

"My girls are finally starting the next generation," Fann said with a playful grin. "I could shed a tear."

"I just hope she’s being careful," Vericka said, her voice filled with concern. "Xanadu may not be as dangerous as Arcadia, but I still worry."

"So do I, baby," Fann replied, her voice softening. "She is my oldest child, after all."

Fann's expression reflected a mix of pride and worry, her love for her daughters clear, but the dangers of our world weighed heavily on her heart.

"What are you planning to do today?" Vericka asked, eager to change the subject.

Fann took another sip of her coffee, the rich aroma filling the room. "I’m going to refresh the town’s barrier, then visit The Shrine of the Creator. Since the hospital is on the way, I’ll probably stop in to help the medics with their healing spells."

Vericka, slicing through her soft-boiled eggs and bread, asked, "Making a prayer?"

Fann nodded, the warmth of her coffee cup comforting her hands. "Yes, but also to speak with some friends from the Spirit Realm. Last night, when you were giving birth, I felt one of the stronger mana signatures in Arcadia fade away. I will have the shrine boost my Vessel Skill, since it's a holy ground."

Vericka paused, her fork midway to her mouth. "You're retired, Mom. And Velonica is still recognized as an anarchy nation since my late father tried to save it from dropping out of the sky. You don't have to keep protecting this land or worrying so much about it."

Fann's eyes softened, and she reached out to gently squeeze Vericka's hand. "You're wrong, Vee. With me becoming a grandma, I feel like that's even more of a reason to try to keep Synga's promise. That way the Mikazuki clan can live for generations in a land without the worry of another Rapture Event."

Vericka sighed, pushing her plate away slightly. "You're not as strong as you were 500 years ago. You need to take it easy some."

Fann chuckled, setting her coffee down. "I know you ain't talking, Little Ms. Up-Before-Dawn-to-Train-Right-After-Having-A-Baby."

They both laughed, the sound echoing warmly in the cozy kitchen.

Vericka took another bite of her bread, savoring the crusty texture. "I'm just making sure I stay in shape. And to be able to protect my child."

Fann smiled, her eyes twinkling. "You're a Demon Lord, Vee. It's not many people stronger than you."

Xiro (thinking): "So Mom's pretty strong?"

Tsukuyomi (within): [Sage Wisdom] "Vericka Mikazuki, The Crimson Lady, is recognized as the Southern Deva of Arcadia. She is labeled as a Demon Lord because of her battle class and her mana pool is calculated to be a level above S-Class. This means her capabilities are enough to destroy a small-class star."

Xiro (thinking): "Wait, did you just power scale my mom? Hold on, a small star? Remind me not to get a spanking from her."

Belial (within): "She is definitely on my list to defeat now."

Xiro (thinking): "Belial, you better not hurt mother."

Vericka wiped her mouth, setting her napkin aside. "I don't agree, Mom. After giving birth to Xiro and looking at his ID Status, he's a sign that the next generation of M-Cees will be something we've never seen before. I can feel it in my soul."

Fann's face lit up with pride. "It's selfish of me to say, but I would love for him to become stronger than Kneon Sky. I would be the proudest Grandma. Hehehe."

Vericka smirked, taking a final sip of her drink. "You aren't ever going to let that grudge of him beating you go, huh?"

Fann laughed, the sound rich and full. "Not until he and Ghost Gum get put in their place. But that's here nor there."

Vericka laughed too, the tension melting away. "Hahaha, oh Mom."

As Vericka and Fann continued their conversation, my attention drifted to recreating the mana orb. With [Accelerated Mind] granting me a heightened understanding of mana, I still felt like a novice. But I knew I had to try. So I recalled my learning.

"Bio Mana feels like a symphony of frequencies and sounds you can't physically hear. When I say 'you don't hear it,' I mean it in the literal sense. Normally, sound is the result of air molecules vibrating, which triggers a thin, semitransparent membrane on both sides of your skull. The 'sounds' of Bio Mana, however, are vibrations that create vivid images in various pitches felt within the soul. Sometimes it's colors, other times it's shapes. When you delve deeper, these pitches of frequencies allow for the creation of anything you can truly imagine. By adhering to the laws of conservation and equivalent exchange, you trade your stored mana for these frequencies to visualize existence in our world. Once you have a clear image of what you want, you infuse it with your soul like pressing a fingerprint onto a glass window."

Attempting to create a sphere of mana, I felt the gentle electricity of magic again, racing through my tiny body. Suddenly, a small ultraviolet mass of ethereal arcane energy formed between my little hands. Tiny indigo lightning bolts jumped from the center of the energy as it struggled to stabilize into a sphere.

Vericka paused mid-bite, a look of sudden concern crossing her face. "Mom, do you feel that?"

Fann's eyes widened as she placed her coffee down, the rich bean aroma now mingling with the tension in the room. "That's Xiro's mana signature!"

Both women hurried into the living room to find me with a chaotic, miniature ball of dark, nihilistic mana floating between my tiny hands. I felt a rush of pride at my creation.

Vericka's voice was a mix of astonishment and frustration. "What the hell, Xiro Mikazuki!"

Fann's eyes were sharp with recognition. "Is that Devil Mana? Is he trying to replicate the orb trick I showed him?"

The sudden call of my name broke my concentration, and the unstable sphere began to implode. A small, but forceful, shockwave knocked me back, sending me sliding across the carpet.

"Damnit, Xiro!" Vericka exclaimed as she rushed to scoop me up, her hands gentle yet firm. She brushed me off, her touch warm and protective. "I can't even leave you alone without you doing something crazy. You were just born yesterday. How do you even have access to your mana pool? Your mana circuits aren't even fully developed yet. Your chakra points won't sustain running mana through them until you're at least three years old or have evolved once. And make sure you heard me, Xiro, YEARS not days." She sighed, a mix of exasperation and pride in her voice. "Is this what it's like to raise a prodigy?"

Fann's expression was a blend of awe and admiration. "That boy is a genius, Vee. Despite his body not being ready for it, he did it. He managed to get that far after seeing me do it once, and that was without appraising it. He could really be blessed by The Creator."

Vericka looked down at me, her eyes softening as she cradled me in her arms. I smiled back at her, pride shining in my silver irises. She returned the smile, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Well, if I don't do something about his curiosity, he may hurt someone or himself," Vericka said gently. "No more magic inside, alright, Xiro?"

Fann chuckled, the sound rich and warm. "I look forward to teaching him Mana Arts when he comes of age. Now, I must go, baby. I’ll be back in a few weeks; I'm taking a carriage."

Vericka nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Okay, Mom. I love you, be safe."

Fann hugged Vericka tightly, then kissed her on the cheek before turning to me. She pressed a loving kiss to my forehead. "I love you, my little Xi. Be safe and listen to your mother."

"Gr...gram... gram-ma..." I managed to utter, my voice tiny but determined.

Fann's eyes lit up with uncontrollable joy. Her day, no, her week, was made. "Awwww, you're just so precious. Let me go before I start crying. Goodbye, you two."

With one last affectionate glance, Grandma Fann departed; the warmth of her love lingering in the room long after she left.

Throughout the rest of the morning, Vericka’s care for me was tender and heartfelt, revealing her nurturing nature in every gesture. The warm water of my bath felt soothing as she gently washed me, her touch delicate and loving. She would smile softly, her eyes full of adoration as she spoke to me, her voice a gentle melody that filled the room.

She often pressed gentle kisses to my nose, the warmth of her lips a comforting reassurance. "I love your midnight purple locks," she would whisper, her fingers combing through my hair with a mother's pride. Her words were a constant affirmation of her love, creating a bond between us that felt unbreakable.

Mom made it a point to introduce me to the world around us, narrating the details of our surroundings with enthusiasm. She pointed out the patterns in the curtains, the way the sunlight filtered through the window, and the soft rustling of leaves outside. Her excitement was contagious, and even though I was a reincarnated 34-year-old man from another world, I couldn't help but enjoy the warmth of her joy.

At times, she would laugh at herself, realizing she had left her glasses perched on her forehead. She would then slide them down with a playful smile, giving me an exaggerated look of surprise as if to say, "Whoops, there they are!" These moments of humor added a lightness to our time together, deepening our connection.

As the morning progressed, the scent of breakfast lingered in the air, mingling with the fresh, clean smell of the soap she used during my bath. The gentle hum of her voice, the soft touch of her hands, and the loving gaze she bestowed upon me made every moment special.

Towards the middle of the day, equivalent to noon on Earth, she took me outside for the first time. I was struck by the stark contrast between the interior and exterior of our home. Inside, our living space was a haven of modern comforts, equipped with sleek furnishings, advanced appliances, and the gentle hum of automated rune-powered systems. The warmth of the interior, with its soft lighting and contemporary decor, made it a perfect blend of comfort and functionality.

Stepping outside was like entering a different world. The exterior was a tribute to the early architectural styles of the Creek Nation, an indigenous group from my old homeland on Earth. Wooden beams, thatched roofs, and intricate carvings adorned the house, reflecting the craftsmanship and simplicity of Creek designs. The craftsmanship was exquisite, showcasing the intricate designs and patterns that were hallmarks of their culture. Yet, it wasn't a mere replication. Large glass windows allowed natural light to flood the interior, providing a seamless connection with the surrounding landscape, while reinforced wooden doors added a touch of modern security.

As she showed me around the village, I noticed the same architectural style echoed throughout, but it was the people who lived there that filled me with more questions. The village was bustling with fair-skinned Light Elves and more peachy and ivory-skin-toned human-like beings known as Celestials. The Light Elves had an ethereal, fantasy-like quality with their delicate features and graceful movements. Many of them had small barcodes on their left wrists, hinting at a more complex societal structure I was unaware of that the time.

Certain clans of The Celestials, on the other hand, evoked a sense of nostalgia. Their facial and body features reminded me of African-Americans from Earth. Their rich, darker skin and distinct features brought back memories of people I once knew. If it weren't for the elongated fangs, mana-coated eyes, and the Celestials' use of magic in their daily routines, I could have easily mistaken them for Americans.

The village itself was a small sight to behold. The blue sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over everything. In the distance, the neighboring planet Trappist was visible, a constant reminder of the vastness of the universe I now inhabited. The air was filled with the sounds of daily life – the chatter of villagers, the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze, and the occasional burst of laughter.

Vericka guided me through the bustling streets, pointing out various landmarks and explaining their significance. Her voice was filled with warmth and pride as she spoke of our new home. I could feel the bond between her and this land. She took great care in showing me everything, from the smallest details to the grandest structures, ensuring that I felt connected to this place.

As we continued our walk, the sights, sounds, and smells of the village enveloped me. The scent of freshly baked bread and cooked meat from the market street wafted through the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the surrounding forests. The vibrant colors of the villagers' clothing and the intricate patterns of the buildings created a tapestry of life that was both familiar and utterly alien.

This first outing was more than just a tour; it was an introduction to a new world, a place where the past and the future coexisted in perfect harmony. It was a day filled with wonder and discovery, a day that marked the beginning of my journey in this extraordinary place.

After hours and hours of meeting friends and admirers of my extremely popular Demon Lord mother, we finally returned home. She fed me and placed me in my crib before heading off to her own for a while. While [Moon Sage: Tsukuyomi] and [Midnight Star: Belial] made their remarks throughout the day, I mostly kept them quiet because I was thoroughly enjoying my time with my mom. Now that I had some 'me' time, it was some things I wanted to try out.

Xiro (thinking): "Fellas, fellas, it's time to experiment some more."

I mentally laughed maniacally. I was always the type of person who enjoyed information and learning about things. Figuring out the ins and outs of how something works, how some people think, to understand; has always been important to me. It was always beneficial to my creativity when I wrote music in my old life. With [Moon Sage: Tsukuyomi] now, I would never not understand anything ever again in life. I was in a world where all that dope shit from animes and comics was as casual as a butterfly in the country. Here, creativity and willpower are king, and you couldn't make me believe differently.

Tsukuyomi (within): "Hello master, how can I assist tonight?"

Belial (within): "I don't sense any battle intent in you, so this must be about [Skill Synthesis]."

Xiro (thinking): "Ding, ding, ding, Belial. I don't want Mom mad because I was trying to figure out Arts, so I'm going to dig into Skills for a while."

Tsukuyomi (within): "What Skills should I prepare for backup?"

I brought up my Skills list within my ID Status window. The translucent panel materialized before me, shimmering with a soft, azure glow. The neatly organized text scrolled smoothly as I navigated through the list. My vision settled on [Danger Sense]. It dawned on me that I hadn't even used some of these skills, leaving me uncertain about their functions.

Xiro (thinking): "Hold up a sec, Tsuki-boy. Let's try some of these out first. Activate [Danger Sense] for me."

Belial (within): "As a safety, [Moon Sage: Tsukuyomi] and I both agreed to turn on a few of your passive skills once you activated the chakra points of your Soul Core."

Xiro (thinking): "Call him Tsukuyomi, he will now call you Belial. No need for honorifics with myself."

Tsukuyomi (within): "Understood."

Belial (within): "Bet."

Xiro (thinking): "Now, tell me what skills I currently have active."

Tsukuyomi (within): "You currently have the personal skills [Strong Will], [6th Sense], [Danger Sense], [Absolute Memory], and [Parallel Thinking] active."

Xiro (thinking): "Five huh? I'm guessing skills don't drain much MP, as I don't feel that fatigue or anything."

Tsukuyomi (within): "Correct. Passive Skills require small or no mana to keep active; only draining more when enhancing."

Belial (within): "But even if they were, due to your Sonata Soul Core's mana production, it would still be unnoticeable to you. You will be in a Demon Lord's realm of Mana when you evolve."

Tsukuyomi (within): "Skills like [Danger Sense] allow us to protect you."

Xiro (thinking): "Hmm. So what exactly does [Danger Sense] do?"

Belial (within): "Ah hell, here we go..."

Tsukuyomi (within): "Danger Sense; This skill allows the user to sense malicious intent and incoming harm, providing an early warning system for threats. The user can sense when someone nearby harbors deadly intentions towards them or others. This isn't limited to physical threats; it can also include harmful magical or mana-based attacks. When heightened, the user’s perception of time can slow down slightly, allowing quicker reactions. Constant awareness of potential threats can lead to heightened anxiety, but Belial and I manage your mental defenses to prevent paranoia."

Belial (within): "Yeah, nobody fucks with your mind but us."

Xiro (thinking): "Wait, did you just say fuck? Starting to sound like me."

Tsukuyomi (within): "On Gaia, all living beings have unique mana signatures. [Danger Sense] can pick up on these signatures when trained, identifying specific individuals as threats based on their mana patterns. Different species and cultures on Gaia have their variations of [Danger Sense]. For example, certain elven clans might have an innate version of this skill at birth, while some humanoid species develop it through rigorous training."

Xiro (thinking): "Hmm, yeah, keep that shit on. So, what about [Parallel Thinking]?"

Tsukuyomi (within): "Parallel Thinking; This skill allows the user to simultaneously use up to 15 different skills, even if they are within the same tier, at the same time. This ability is highly advantageous in both combat and non-combat situations, providing unparalleled versatility and efficiency. Without this skill, a person can only activate two skills at a time."

Tsukuyomi (within): "Using multiple skills at once causes stress on the soul and the amount of mana. The user must have a large mana pool and efficient mana regeneration to sustain the activation of numerous skills without exhausting themselves."

Belial (within): "And that we do."

Tsukuyomi (within): "Mastering [Parallel Thinking] requires rigorous mental training. Techniques such as meditation, cognitive exercises, and mana control practices are essential to develop the necessary focus and efficiency."

Xiro (thinking): "Well, I'm guessing you two are the cause for me learning so quickly."

Tsukuyomi (within): "Because you wish it, master."

Belial (within): "Yeah. As long as you will it, you will always grow in power to overcome."

Tsukuyomi (within): "With [Adaptive Predator], [Sage Wisdom], and [Analyze], there is not much you won't be able to learn."

Xiro (thinking): "I guess we'll see when I'm older."

Xiro (thinking): "Hey, what's this Mana Art, Shadow Storage? But keep it short for now."

Tsukuyomi (within): "The Yin Mana Art, Shadow Storage allows the user to hide or store items within their shadow. It is one of the few Mana Arts that can be activated similarly to Skills. This art gives the user access to a pocket dimension within their soul, powered by their mana. The size of the dimension depends on the strength of the user's soul. Users can use any shadow to traverse into the storage dimension."

Xiro (thinking): "So I can dip into my shadow and stuff? Let's try that."

Tsukuyomi (within): "As a warning, your mana circuits aren't fully developed, so the Art will be significantly reduced in power and ability."

Xiro (thinking): "Word?"

After my previous attempt at recreating that mana orb Grandma showed me, [Moon Sage: Tsukuyomi]'s innate ability [Mastery of Abilities] triggered, refining my understanding of mana manipulation. I did say I didn't want to anger Mom, but I was too curious not to try it.

I relaxed a bit, summoning my mana as I thought about the Mana Art. Yin Mana has a dark, cool frequency, feeling like a frosty breeze in the middle of a lightning storm. It hummed with a resonant energy, whispering secrets of shadows and hidden depths. The sensation was both thrilling and chilling, an electric pulse that danced along my nerves.

Once I had gathered the right amount of mana, I pressed the image of the Mana Art into my soul, singing it like lyrics I had never forgotten. The shadow beneath me quivered and deepened, darkening as if absorbing the essence of night itself. Taking a deep breath, I allowed myself to fall into my shadow.

The world shifted around me. My surroundings blurred and twisted, pulling me into an inky void. The sensation was disorienting at first, like falling through cold, thick water, but then I landed softly in a dimly lit space of nothing. I looked around and realized I was in a pocket dimension within my soul, an ethereal realm shaped by my own mana. I was told the size and scope of the dimension would be modest, reflecting the current limits of my developing mana circuits, but it was still a marvel to behold.

Small particles of magitons twinkled around me, shimmering faintly in the low light. The air was cool, with a faint, almost refreshing; a stark contrast to the warm, living world I had just left. I took a moment to appreciate the quiet, the solitude, and the comfort of the darkness. I was loving this new life.

Just then, [Danger Sense] triggered. My mother burst into the room, her face etched with panic. Her eyes darted around, failing to locate me. The fear that someone had taken me ignited a surge of murderous intent and formidable mana pressure that filled the space.

The intensity of her emotions yanked me out of Shadow Storage, and as soon as Vericka laid eyes on me, she rushed over and scooped me up into her arms. She held me tight, her body trembling with a mix of relief and frustration. Tears welled in her eyes as she clung to me, the sheer terror of those few moments evident in her grip.

"Xiro!" she scolded, her voice thick with emotion. "I told you not to mess with magic! You were just born, and you're already giving me heart attacks!"

Her words were a rapid, breathless mix of relief and reprimand. She pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes with a blend of love and exasperation. "You scared me half to death. Do you understand?"

I nodded, feeling a mix of guilt and gratitude. Her concern wrapped around me as tightly as her arms, grounding me in the reality of my actions.

Gotta love Moms, right?

[End of Chapter]