The following day I awoke to rhythmic movement as I found myself strapped to my mothers back as she worked the fields. The sun was up but my eyes did not act up this time. The leather work serving as my container was stuffed with
pelts and I was quite comfortable. I made another discovery while in that bag, apparently my race sweats but it does not leave any residue and my sense of smell did not revolt from any strong odor.
While my mother seemed to uproot some type of carrot looking things the size of a beach ball my father was plowing a freshly picked field. I noticed a small vibration from my mother which made my father blush through his fur, quite an achievement if you ask me and caused him to up his tempo close to comical levels... love is a strange thing.
With nothing better to do and for now free from any
My Meridians were quite shoddy and blocked by plenty impurities but nothing a careful application of
My head nearly exploded with questions, how do my people procreate,
how do we let water without a proper hole.... how DID I leave water until now??
The tiny voice of reason in the back of my head brought me back to problems I could actually work on WHILE still unable to ask my parents, their energy based telepathy was still a book with seven seals to me.
So I started cleaning my Meridians, why bother with blocked pipes in a high pressure machine if you can clean it before filling it thus making the work near impossible.
Had some old masters in this world heard my thoughts they would have likely vomited blood out of anger but cut off from such worldly news my cleaning work progressed smoothly.
Due to my short awake time “curse you baby body” it took me a month to completely clean my Meridians. Checking the alert apparently
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Even with eons of pain as memories if not for the benefits I would call anyone doing what I did a lunatic. If the charge is not done during early body development the Manapool could rip apart severing the link between body and soul. Even charging too slow or too fast could damage the delicate structure, it was simply not meant to be used this way.
But nature never intended for other body modification and this one actually had HUGE benefits unlike stuff like Piercing or some forms of body mutilation. But the hard part was holding the charge for a full day while the pain-level could not decide between decapitation and evisceration.
At least I was spared of sleep due to the agonizing pain, my mother looked worried though since I refused to eat and sleep.
In the evening an old gray-furred obviously
female wolf-man visited us. The smell of herbs and tonics in her fur were nauseating, my fast conclusion: “mother had called the medicine woman”.
I was still not done stretching my Manapool as the old woman started to prod and poke me.
Foolish woman did she not see that I had charged nearly enough
The
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It was late in the day as the young woman that had recently given birth called for my aid.
Her cub was refusing milk and sleep, only staring at the ceiling. Her tale of its twitching body must have been exaggerated though. I still packed my bag for the worst including a tonic to wash the body before burial.
My old joints ached and my tail hurt as I arrived at the hut. The mother greeted me and led me to the infant. There in a crib of furs it laid, body looking normal, the silver and dark green fur of its parents had created a very light shade of green. If this one took after its father, it could become a very good hunter using its pelt for camouflage.
The infant did not respond to any external stimuli and I did not want to alert it to the use of
Still the infant refused to even have proper reflexes forcing me to use a fine
I had once faced a dragon to barter for a few of its scales, the pressure back then had been bad.
This was WORSE! Losing my self-control I jumped back, primal instincts so long repressed I barely remembered they existed resurfaced in an attempt to at least go down fighting!
Thankfully the young father caught me before I could do anything to the infant the back-lash from my healer-curse would have killed me instantly had I hurt the child. In the meantime it had stopped looking at me, staring back at the ceiling.
That child whatever it was I could not stop my old bones from shaking, it was alive and whatever happened there I wanted no part in it. Excusing myself I rushed back to my hut brewing myself a strong tea. My hope of the infant not surviving was short-lived.
The next day the young father brought some fish he caught over thanking me for the treatment.
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Finally after two more hours I was done, slowly absorbing the high pressured
After roughly forty days the process of strengthening became a race between me and the progress bar 95% soon it would be back and with it the restrictions the god placed on this realm.
The bar reached 99%, dammit I was not ready yet, 100%.... with a searing pain my control slipped my
Titles gained: One with pain, Feared, The seed(hidden), masochist
Titles evolved: Keen eyes evolved into Old eyes
Abilities: Gained racial ability chromatic fur, Fear aura, Death stare, Mana manipulation, Qi manipulation, Energy fusion(hidden), Core mastery(hidden)
Abilities evolved: Tough skin evolved into chromatic skin, Durable bones evolved into channeled bones
God that hurt but at least I did not lose consciousness this time. Filled with anticipation I activated
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Time began to flow pretty fast, trying to mimic the normal growth I estimated for my race I played the child for my parents. At least the maturing rate of my race is quite good, my status one day announced me to be two years old and everything went well from there.
My mother easily managed to wean me off her milk, as it was replaced by a soft jelly made from meat and vegetables. I nearly threw myself on it as she presented that heavenly smelling piece on a small wooden plate. Try eating the same for two years and you get why I was so ecstatic.
A few weeks after my first proper meal my teeth began growing in, I immediately retracted my statement of my race being good. My gums itched as if a whole colony of ants was making their home there. That week was hell but it lead to a great development. My father upon seeing my fully grown baby teeth took me with him on a hunt deep into the forests.
The enlarged version of the leather strap-me-on my mother used in my baby days barely held as my father charged through the trees. That day I was black and blue as my father came home with a killed deer like thing. My bruises earned him a meeting with the cursed bundle of reeds that I learned to fear too.
The day got better and I was finally allowed some freedom to explore the surroundings, a small patch of forest in the middle of our fields was my target of exploration. It was not far from our hut situated in the middle of our main fields. If my guess was correct my parents did not cut it down to offer pollinating insects a breeding space.
Talking about insects, praise be upon whichever god invented
Sorry for getting off-topic. That day I had a very fateful encounter in that little patch of forest, I nearly died.
As I entered a small lake greeted me with shimmering blue
water and a nice open clearing with even ground. This place was perfect as I planned to train my body and gain some mastery in its movement.
The digitigrade legs forced me to rethink most techniques of movement I knew, for it was the the first time I had those as a bipedal creature. Quietly training I missed the hints of the predator that planned to make me his meal. A jade-green snake had hidden itself in the treetops and I had failed to scan the patch of forest estimating it to be safe.
The shadow it cast saved me from instant death, its teeth still grazed my shoulder.
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You have been poisoned, -5HP every 10 seconds for 2 days
My mind was racing, that poison if my parents did not have an antidote was terminal, even if I ran right now, I might not even reach the hut. In my desperation a plan was born, even if it worked there was no guarantee of survival.
I dropped on all fours facing the snake which eyed me cautiously, obviously waiting for me to succumb to its poison. Using my meager Qi reserves to reinforce my limbs I bolted side-wards. Using a tree as anchor I changed my path trying to claw at the snake as I passed by its side. Unfortunately the snake narrowly dodged, my claws only leaving shallow marks on its pristine hide.
Changing my plan, I charged once more, the snake hissed and charged as well. Its mouth threateningly opened the teeth dripping with venom. Using my tail to change my flight-path I narrowly dodged its bite but the first part of my plan was a success. Now all my hope of survival hinged on one hope. Using the only spell a beginner mage like me could use with the system I charged up
First nothing happened, then the head of the snake exploded, the pebble had shattered under the force of the spell ripping its head into shreds. Luckily I was spared of any shrapnel only showered in warm snake blood. My head hurt like crazy from the fusion, I crawled towards the mutilated corpse.
The poison was speeding up, obviously amplified by the sudden exertion caused in the fight.
I had lost control of my lower half and the numbness was spreading upwards. With my last strength I began to dig into the carcass. I grew exceedingly desperate where was the freaking thing? Cursing like a sailor I dug through its organs until my claws hit a hard and stony surface.
Ripping the core out of the body I threw it into my mouth while activating
I awoke in the evening, a howl thundering through the area. My instincts reacted without my permission returning the howl, weaker and more silent but audible enough. Seconds later dirt spewed in all directions as my father impacted into the clearing, he would have even stolen the show from any superhero with that entrace. Grabbing my
sorry body and hugging me close to his rippling chest the big freaking wolf-man began cry.
The rest of the day was rather unique I was put into bed, fed with so many herbs my breath could likely K.O a dragon. My parents took turns watching over me checking every inch of my poor battered body. My shoulder was bandaged and treated with an oily cream that smelled worse than my breath as I was forced to watch an intense discussion between my parents until my mother lowered here head in defeat.
My father stood up and fetched a small ebony box holding it like it was a raw egg. Mother carefully opened the small chest and took out a small crystal. I instantly recognized the small, blue glowing crystal. A freaking
Mother carefully touched the crystal against my forehead, suddenly my world expanded.
Whoever had built that ward was an expert, I had not detected its subtle sealing and I finally understood just what it sealed.
“My child”
That was the first time I heard the voice of my mother resonate in my head as she hugged me strong enough to nearly suffocate me. That evening I spent in the most intimate cuddle I had EVER experienced.
In the middle of the night, my parents were sleeping I became awake, one of my mothers voluptuous breasts had blocked my breathing startling me awake. The situation was so pleasant and peaceful, I did my best to imprint the sleeping faces of my parents into my memory.
But I could not delay anymore and opened the long list of status messages I had missed while unconscious. Tuning out the unimportant ones and the spam of getting treated I was left with quite a few important ones.
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With a bit of concentration I made every Chameleon envious as I blended with my sleeping parents turning into a weird extension of my fathers belly, not perfect but with practice it may become a life saving tool.
Only the unhinged jaws felt very weird, and the prospect of being poisonous was nothing I really looked forward to. But those thoughts receded into the back of my mind as I snuggled back between my parents. Little did I know that the coming months were thickly filled with training and lessons my parents had prepared.
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