“Although all royal families, kingdoms and even religions grant themselves the title of creator or recipient of the status sheet, the truth is that there is no record or reference to it that demonstrates that this is the case, on the contrary, multiple manuscripts found in ruins have made it clear that even before the "desolation" the civilization in Kaldmor was unaware of the origin of such a mystical entity, and that is how they referred to it at that time as a living being, and not as an object." – Kaldmor story excerpt by Deki Nobuyuki. – Secret section of the cathedral of knowledge.
Chapter 2: Home
I regained my consciousness again, keeping my eyes closed, this little routine of my old self, was one of those things that gave me some comfort in the midst of my new environment, otherwise it is very possible that at this point my mind would have broken and it would drive me crazy.
I mean, who the hell could stay sane when 60% of your time you can only see a wooden plank ceiling made up of 6 stringers that in turn hold 8 nailing rulers on which the wooden planks made up the ceiling, or if you bored of counting boards, stringers and rulers, you could count the 236 stone bricks that made up what my eyes could see of the 2 stone walls.
I think that anyone in my situation could understand the reason for my approach to Gregorio Samsa described by Kafka. Leaving aside my bad mood for not being able to move and remain confined to a crib staring at nothing for 2 months.
"Okay...Breathe..." I didn't want to start crying again just because my stupid emotions couldn't tell between being melancholic and having my arm dismembered, apparently for a baby all kinds of pain was a top priority, something that evolutionarily speaking was a good thing, but in my situation it sucked.
Above all, if we add the fact that next to me I have a small ball of snot that seems to have a sixth sense because whenever I am about to cry she goes ahead and starts crying first.
Once again, I tried to put aside my disordered emotions, in these 2 months I gradually got used to reality, now I was a baby and I had no voice or vote in it, it was also quite evident that being a baby was anything but something fun, maybe some pervert would be happy to be fed, but to be honest as much as my mother was beautiful, the only thing I could do for her when that moment came was to close my eyes and let instinct take over, no it was as if a baby had the hormones for more than just wanting food.
Continuing with the disadvantages of being a baby, I couldn't do anything by myself, that meant that sooner or later the humiliating moment of asking for help to clean myself would come, I couldn't move around the house or even maybe and just maybe ask something unimportant like, For example:
"Where the fuck was I, and what was this place"
"Baby CRYING" Oh great my sister felt me angry.
Suddenly my mother entered the room, she was also tall like dad, about 184 cm, the first thing she did when she entered was to run towards my sister and after cooing to her she made those eyes at me. "Hey, I'm a victim here too, don't look at me like that"
Of course what came out of my mouth were just incoherent sounds, but since my mother seemed to have a sixth sense to tell if I was to blame for my sister crying, nothing told me that she couldn't understand me.
Which brings me back to the problem of communication, actually before I was reborn here, I was pretty bad at the language my mother's family used, I could understand its written structure pretty well, but it sucked at its pronunciation, maybe that's why I could read the status, but I couldn't quite understand my new family.
I had managed to rip out a few bits here and there, my mom's name was Eleanor, I found that out one night when dad couldn't seem to take it anymore and decided to give his two kids a trauma to remember, well maybe only I can remember, but At least they could have covered the crib and lowered their voices and not shout their names to each other, of course that same night I learned my father's name, it was Lían.
My sister's name was Celia and apparently my name was Caleb, little by little I had managed to learn some loose words, but the accent seemed so strange to me that it was hard for me to finish fixing some things.
Again with asking questions, over time I had solved some of the most basic, first: the technological level.
Apparently we were somewhere between the medieval age and some strange crossover of the pre-industrial age.
We had kitchen gadgets such as pots, spoons, and even a frying pan, all of a fairly acceptable manufacture according to my few observations in the kitchen when my mother tried to fall asleep after eating. Plus there was toilet paper! Or at least something close to it, it was a brown paper and it didn't seem like it had more than one sheet but "hey I'm not going to complain" They still used some latrine outside the house from what I could see, even so, I will not deny that I left my melancholic mood for a few days when I discovered that I would not have to use an ear of corn, leaves from the forest or worse still share a stick like the Romans in public baths.
On the other hand, we only had candles as a means of lighting, the clothes we had at our disposal were made of wool and clearly did not know the industrial loom, the furniture in the house seemed to be handmade, although the latter would not mean much to say the technological level, I knew that the basic means of transportation was still a cart pulled by some animal, I really don't know if I misunderstood and they are horses or in reality they are something else because they called them " Lumers " the currency seemed to be a use of gold, silver, and copper, with size variation in large and small. But I still didn't know or understand the value.
I also managed to see two books at home, and clearly the printing press is not yet developed or we are too far from the most developed urban centers, one of the books looked like some kind of sword training book because, although it had little text, it had many images of postures, on the other hand the second one seemed to me a kind of unhealthy sudoku, that book had more numbers than words.
In any case, my home seems to be a family of newlyweds or at least they don't seem too old, probably both of them are not even 25 years old yet, the house itself has 2 rooms, the main one and one that looks like our parents are starting to prepare for my sister and I, besides that, there is a large room that is the kitchen, dining room and living room, all in one place.
From the structure of the house and the noises that I have been able to hear, it seems that we do not live in a house itself, it is most likely a small two or three-story building with more houses or apartments in the case of what they are, above of ours.
Which brings me to what I could see through the door when mom was too busy calming the snot ball, in addition to the latrine on the right side of the patio, I managed to see other stone and wooden buildings, and a street, like this It seems that we are in some town or city, I say town because although there is a street it is dirt, and although I say stone buildings, they seem somewhat old and quite deteriorated.
Suddenly a creak took me out of my thoughts, and a voice resounded in the house "I'm at home" apparently my dad had returned from work, I'm not entirely sure what my father works for, but he leaves the house every morning before the sun rises, and doesn't come back until the sun is about to set, sometimes he brings some rabbit or hare meat, I really don't know the difference, and once he brought the leg of what I guess was a deer, so I suppose it is some kind of hunter, but the armor that is in my parents' room makes me doubt if it is some kind of guard, the armor is made of leather studded with metal pieces for some important parts and it also has a bastard sword and a short sword, the latter usually takes it when leaving next to the arch, so I really am not clear exactly what his profession is.
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"Wash before you go in" Mom's shout stopped my father from taking a step inside our house, I really didn't need to see him, even though I was in my parents' room right now, I had already seen this scene a few times , my father would come home dirty from work and my mother who seems to have a cleaning OCD does not allow a speck of dust or dirt if it is in her power to avoid it.
My father entered the room, "Baby giggles" and of course the snot ball had to flirt with our father, the poor man who was incapable of understanding that he was being manipulated by a baby in order to be released from the prison they were. our cribs, he approached with extreme care showing of course how clumsy he was with babies.
While father cooed and made faces at Celia "no, I'm not jealous, I use her name because that's what she's called" I, on the other hand, could see mom watching us with hawk eyes.
While dad and Celia had fun together as I said, I was able to focus my attention on the air, "yes, the air" is actually something that I noticed the first week of being here, although I had not come to identify it until about two years ago Weeks ago, the air in this world was different, much cleaner than on earth, when I breathed it normally I couldn't feel much difference but when strong gusts of wind passed through the house, like the gust Dad created when spinning his snot ball, I could clearly feel the difference.
And this brings me to the second question I wanted to answer, in this world there is magic.
I saw it at birth, but after that moment, I never saw anyone use magic for anything at all again, so I had tried to focus myself looking for the mana, which my status sheet said, but I could never feel it or see, therefore I searched my surroundings, and to my surprise, I felt something strange when breathing, but above all I noticed it in gusts of wind, or at least it was where it was easier to feel it, I was convinced that this sensation should be the mana, which is why all this introspection was happening.
If he was reborn, if he had a system, there was a real possibility that he had to fight some demon king or something, and besides, I'm not going to fool myself, who the fuck is reborn in a fantasy world and doesn't want to throw a ball of fire to see the destruction of your awesome power. “Baby Laughs (Evil)”
"Baby laughs (Evil)" Ash, the snot ball again sensed my emotions and decided to join the party.
[ ding ]
A small bell sound rang soft and far away in my mind, if I hadn't been focused on myself and the gusts of wind I would have missed it. Suddenly I felt a small euphoria like when you eat chocolate or when you achieve some goal.
"..."
State I thought immediately when I had the idea.
LV : 2 Experience : 0/200
Health : 62/62 Stamina : 21/30 Mana : 256/256
[Attributes]
Strength : 1
Dexterity : 2
Constitution : 6
Mind : 25
Senses : 6
Attribute Points : 15
[Skills]
Twin Connection . ( Level : 1)
Wait, how did I level up, what did I miss, and why now I have more attributes and everything…
"What the hell, like Twin Connection , what does that mean"
…
I spent the next few hours thinking about what had happened, without realizing it night had already arrived and I was lying in the crib, at least my parents weren't having fun at the cost of their son's sanity.
After thinking about the matter of the afternoon, I managed to make some conjectures, first I felt the bell sound when I was very focused on myself, and then the euphoria, so something happened first and that provoked the second, so The biggest change on my status sheet has to be the reason for leveling up and the only thing that fell into that category, was the new Twin Connection ability .
I still wasn't really clear what that ability meant, I tried to call her a couple of times, then I tried to speak telepathically with my sister, but none of my attempts gave results.
The second thing I noticed was that experience went from 0/100 to 0/200, so that skill had to give me 100 exp . After all, I had reviewed my sheet days ago before I was two months old and nothing had changed since the first time I had seen it.
So…
Skills give you experience. Is there a way to raise the attributes, without using the attribute point pool, which I have 15. By the way, I had tried to spend the points, but a blocking message told me that the attribute point pool was locked until my “ oath” what that means, I really don't know, because I tried to swear to be the most powerful being and it didn't work, I tried to be sincere and swear to always be depressed and in a bad mood, and it didn't work either, so after a couple of tries , put that aside for the moment.
There seems to be a relationship between my health, stamina and mana stats and attributes, but without further examples I can't be sure what mechanic or formula is working behind the scenes.
One more thing, it seems that now I can feel the air currents slightly more clearly, so I think that point in sense is doing its job.
Once all this was discovered, I couldn't sit still, so I decided that if I can't sleep I'll at least do something productive with my time instead of wallowing in my own misery. It's not like I had a lot of options before, but hey, a man should have his time to introspect, even if 2 months is necessary.
Leaving my excuses aside, I started where I had left off, trying to feel the mana , now that I could feel the currents a little better, I focused my gaze on the closed window of the room, between the slits a small draft of air was slipping. making small swirls and raising the curtain.
After a while my vision became blurry, and I began to have tunnel vision, "almost there... let's go"
I suddenly felt extremely exhausted, and I opened up my curious state.
LV : 2 Experience : 0/200
Health : 61/62 Resistance : -1/30 Mana : 256/256
[Attributes]
Strength : 1
Dexterity : 2
Constitution : 6
Mind : 25
Senses : 6
Attribute Points : 15
[Skills]
Twin Connection. ( Level : 1)
"Fuck" was the last thing I could think before passing out from exhaustion.
…
A week passed, and every day in the morning I dedicate them to a new project, after thinking about it I decided to try doing exercises to improve my physical condition, I mean, I know that maybe it's not the brightest idea, but if it helps, it's probably be a walking baby in no time if this idea is successful.
So… Push-ups… as a baby.
During the night when everyone was asleep I tried to feel the mana , or see it, or control it.
That's how the days went by, to this day, I really don't have any proof that this is giving any results, but for what it's worth 7 days doing baby push ups gave me a little boost in my mobility, now I could rotate properly already will, and not by random spasms.
Once the snot ball and I had eaten our parents went to sleep, and I began my magical training. "hey a man can dream, don't judge me in my head"
Going back to my task, I focused my gaze on the curtain, on the window in the slot through which the air entered the house, I had learned my lesson from the first time, tunnel vision does not mean success, it means that you are getting damage.
So even though I was centered I didn't allow my vision to blur, in the distance the curtain fluttered with the eddies of wind, they entered through the slit, they hit the curtain they were forced down by the weight of the curtain, and as they came down they created a movement that raised the curtain which gave the wind space to pass directly and therefore the curtain fell and the cycle began again.
"...!" Cycle.
It was a cycle, the idea hit me like lightning. And suddenly
[ ding ]
I was foolishly absorbed, both by the idea and by having achieved my goal. I quickly thought about my state.
LV : 2 Experience : 50/200
Health : 62/62 Stamina : 10/33 Mana : 256/256
[Attributes]
Strength : 2
Dexterity : 2
Constitution : 6
Mind : 25
Senses : 6
Attribute Points : 15
[Skills]
Twin Connection. ( Level : 1)
Sense Manna. ( Level : 1)
I stared at my status sheet like an idiot for much longer than I plan to accept, however, a somewhat blurry vision and drowsiness told me clearly that if I didn't sleep for good, I would have another one of those nights of being left out, totally.
Oh well, leave for tomorrow what tomorrow brings you. To sleep.