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Chapter 1 - Beginnings and Introductions

-Date unknown-

If you’ve read multiple stories of reincarnation, you should be familiar to how being birthed is described. In my perspective, being birthed isn’t too bad except for the tight squeeze and the slightly uncomfortable feeling on my skin. I’ve experience more… painful… situations, but since I am a newly born baby, I guess I’ll try crying a bit.

“Waaah, waaaaah.” I tried shouting. Sigh, I sound like a baby. Oh right, I am a baby… My eyes are going to take some time to get used to vision, so I guess I’ll just see where this is going.

“Sir, Ma’am, it’s a boy!” A middle aged female person said. I guess I’ll assume her to be the midwife or doctor. I can feel the midwife/doctor hand me to a person lying down on a bed. I’ll assume that I’ve been handed to my mother.

“Ah, our first child.” A middle aged male person said from the side. I’ll assume this voice belongs to my father.

“My… son…” A young female voice near me said. So she’s my mother… She sounds like a middle school girl…

“Ma’am, I’ll cast a healing spell on you and the child to make sure nothing is wrong.” The midwife said before chanting a familiar aria of healing. My mother just responds with an “N~”.

The language they are speaking seems to be in common Elvish tongue, while the spell is in English a language simply called ‘Ancient Text’, or so I think I remember. I’m really grateful that I don’t have to painstakingly learn a new language that probably isn’t used anywhere else in the multiverse. The healing spell helps my sight stabilize.

What I see are my father who looks like a medium build adult male wearing a tunic usually worn by minor nobles from those medieval era worlds with auburn hair and eyes; the midwife who’s wearing an English maid uniform, probably a maid instead of a midwife; and my mother wearing white clothes that I assume to be a one piece dress along with azure blonde hair and azure eyes. All of them seem to be from the common human race found all over the multiverse. Well, I’m just glad that I’m not in a race worse off than goblins, which doesn’t really appeal to my sense of aesthetics. While I was trying to figure out what I should do next, the three people around me restarts their conversation after the healing spell dissipates.

“Sir, Ma’am, what would the child’s name be?” The midwife speaks, starting the conversation.

“Ah… Well…” My father replies with hesitation. He looks at my mother with a troubled look. Hmm, were they expecting a girl instead? I’m glad fate didn’t screw up this time.

My mother stares back at my father, complete with a confused look and slight tilt of her head. Hmm, now that I noticed it, it seems that my mother is kinda… small… compared to your average female. Good job father, you have earned points from this lolicon god. I guess I’m now slightly motivated to give my parents a good life this time.

… Ok, both of them have been silent while I was doing my monologue. I guess it’s time to show how to secretly coerce your new parents to give you your name of choice without freaking them out with a talking baby.

‘Name the child Servo’ I said as I used telepathy in my Godly voice. Yep, the trick is to give a fake prophetic revelation when someone asks what your name is going to be. If someone insists on a name that you don’t really like, keep convincing them that a Godly being, not you the baby, is giving a prophecy or something. You get the idea right? Just remember to place proxies in case you’re born in a family of spell casters. I’ve been through a few lives with my parents knowing I have previous memories, and I find them less interesting than those lives I’ve pretended to be a normal baby. Time to look at my parent’s reactions then… and they’re just amazed with a hint of understanding. That’s odd, where’s the shock and panic?

“That’s rare, a god giving a name for a child. Servo, was it?” The maid said while nonchalantly cleaning up the room.

“Well, the name sounds good. My son shall be named Servo Eonia. Though I did not expected something like that.” My father said after recollecting himself. My mother just nods and continues to cuddle me.

I later found out that this world had proper knowledge about the gods, though only a few actually settled in this world. I guess I’ll drop by on one of the local gods and ask later in this life.

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Forterra Era 254, 4th month

A few years have passed, and I’m now 7 years old, turning 8 in a 3 months. My childhood in this world was quite… normal… at least on the surface. I placed the date above after finding out the current calendar state. The months are only named with numbers, with 12 months per year, 37 days on even and 38 on odd months, with the second month gaining a day every 6 year cycle. By the way, the Forterra era started at year 1, on the first year of the 6 year leap year cycle. I was born on the 20th day of the 7th month of F.E. 247. I guess it’s time to explain what I’ve been doing.

Firstly, I found out that my parents, and effectively me, are minor nobles in a kingdom with moderate magical and technological advancements called the Kingdom of Forterra. My father is a knighted military officer of the kingdom’s small but elite knight army. Apparently, this small kingdom is also respected for its military might despite its size. Lead by the royalty that believes in both magic and technology, the kingdom has experienced overall peace, most of the time. From time to time, an impertinent country would occasionally wage war on Forterra, only to be humiliatingly defeated. But even after victories, the kingdom never expands its borders, and only takes spoils of war that nobody would raise objections to. Rumors have it that the king, and the government as a whole, agrees that managing more land is just troublesome.

My father, Sven Eonia, after coming back from war one time, said that he once fought side by side with the crown prince. He quoted the crown prince who said “So troublesome, and here we just want to mind our own business” before he ordered the counterattack on the invading army from a neighboring country. Incidentally, there were 4 minor wars that occurred during my 7 year childhood, each lasting only 1-2 months, involving 3 countries excluding ours. Nobody really knows why they attack, but there are rumors that in the Kingdom of Pertuvia, one of the aggressive countries, the king over there wants the crown prince’s sister. Well, the bastard is a fat perverted pig (from rumors, but I have to admit that he is one after seeing his picture on television) and everyone doesn’t really want to give up their princess to a fat bastard.

Incidentally, the princess was recently released from royal duties after she married one of the knight commander whom (from rumors too) she fell in love with. Official statements say to let them live their married life in peace. There are also rumors that a very distant royal relative was in the same situation in the past, and they took that as an example to solve that issue. I don’t know why but the news headline outlined that the royal relative (female) was genetically distant enough that there wouldn’t be incest issues should her descendants get engaged to the current royal family. That news specific channel tended to give extra true information that leaves people wondering why they would add those.

The other two countries are just some extremist country greedy for, well, everything. I just don’t understand why people still desire much after already having too much of what they could use in their entire lives. Hey, when I was still a normal reincarnating mortal, I couldn’t really bring anything except my knowledge and memories to my next life and spent most of my lives studying, training, and exploring. You can’t blame me when I had countless lives grinding my materialistic urges away. Even as a god, I only store up important or sentimental items on my personal realm… and dangerous stuff too, on apocalyptic danger levels. I can’t just let mortals run around with a stick that can literally destroy their world now can I?

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My mother, Euphemia Eonia, on the other hand… how do I put it? She’s a mage, and a loli. I almost had a heart attack when I saw my mother wear something resembling a magical girl’s outfit, and waving a stick of magical destruction during the second war in my childhood. I was four years old at that time. At that time, the enemy decided that a meteor bombardment would be a good idea. And the answer is a big fat NO. I still couldn’t believe that they decided to do something that could literally exterminate all life on the planet, including themselves. Apparently, my mother is a strategic-class magician, and she blew away the meteors like baseball. The event was just so… surreal… a legal loli magical girl playing baseball with her magical stick and meteors. And the worst part is; only me, father, and the few employees of our house know of my mother’s identity. Nope, I’m already tired of retorting to the wonders of magical girls in my previous lives. I’ll just pretend it never happened. But still, I wonder how my father landed such a big fish. I guess I’ll find that out in the future. If you’re wondering how I saw that, then the answer is television.

After finding out my parents’ career, I finally understood why a godly prophecy wasn’t too shocking for them. Even the employees (my mother insists that we call them maids, but…) are trained special forces. I’m starting to doubt my status as a minor noble, but I’m not curious enough to do so. Let lying dogs sleep, was the saying if I remember correctly.

As for myself, I didn’t exactly spend my childhood like a child. Not that anyone can retort on that. I spend most of my time from birth till now improving my magical capacities. The genes of my magical mother certain make things easier. At first I decided to hide my magical training, but after that magical girl incident I decided to consult my mother with magic. Well, at least I could freely wield non-apocalyptic magic that doesn’t violate the magical laws of this world after that. I could sense a great amount of pride from my mother after I started spewing magic in front of her. I would still stick with non-overly complicated magic in her presence, but I think she knows that I could do very advanced magic after I reflexively absorbed and diffused one of her stronger spells after her clumsy misfire during our training session. A normally aloof but occasionally clumsy loli magical girl… now I’m more curious who my parents truly are; especially to my father, who managed to marry a world-flipping talent like my mother.

Around age 5, my father decided to train me. I guess I shocked him when I managed to counter his sudden ambush. What can I say, even without a matured body, I could instinctively apply ‘chi’ or ‘aura’ or whatever you like to call that body strengthening technique. And a few thousand lifetimes involving sword-fighting, things just come instinctively to you. Well, our spars end up with me running out of steam. Even with innate skills, you just can’t beat someone who doesn’t seem to run out of stamina with a barely trained and 5 year old body. To console my bitterness, I can feel that my body steadily improves with each day. And no, it’s just not fun if I use my divine powers or bring magic to a purely martial fight sparring match.

Though one day, father asked me to use magic while fighting him. His expression afterwards was that he probably wasn’t expecting him to thoroughly trash him without offensive spells. What can I say; I’m a God of Time, Space, and Causality. Space magic spells are just plain cheating, while Time and Causality spells are just hacks. So when using magic to a fight, I just usually only use buffs from other magic systems that I’ve learned in my past lives, along with time magic’s ‘Light Speed Perception’ and space magic’s ‘Space Severing’. But since using Space Severing for offense (absolute sharpness against anything that doesn’t have dense magical defense or super-dense gravity sources) and defense (absolute defense against non-space severing attacks) would look suspicious, so I only went with buffs and perception. Well, using those is enough for me to win most fights with a 5 year old body if you include my superior battle experience.

Ending the summarized flashback, I am now seven years old and will start attending elementary tomorrow. My features include platinum blond hair and azure blue eyes. My mother mentioned that my facial features probably came from her side. Side effects from my spars with father include toned muscles and a well built body; but due to my age I just look like a young training athlete. Not that I mind, since I’m opposed to bulky muscles anyways. What can I say, I like this life. Maybe I’ll keep it for a few thousand years before going back to reincarnation loops.

As for my school life, I’ll be spending it in the only school in the country, Forterra Academy. Like I said, the country is quite small, encompassing only six cities including the capital. The five cities surround the capital and are connected to each other with highways stretching between each city, forming a pentagram. Also, one train subway system connects all five cities in a circle, while separate train subway systems connect each to the capital. Rumors have it, or not since any kind of mage can see it, that the highway and subways double and a large defensive magic circle. Oddly enough, the kingdom has never had the need to use that massive magic circle for defensive purposes.

Anyways, all the country’s cities are connected with rapid transport systems that can get you take you from border to border in under 8 hours. Additionally, the academy encompasses half the land size of the capital and provides dorms you could compare to three-star hotels. In short, while directing the massive extra revenues the country makes (even after spending most of it on magical, technological, military, structural, etc purposes) to education, the country’s education has been concentrated on a single Academy. When I asked father where the heck the kingdom is getting all its money from, my father replied something vague with a voice that seems to have given up. Seriously, where does the kingdom get all its money from? There’s not much tax to pay and both my parents receive generous pays.

*beep beep* Oh. Eh? Ah… Fine. I got a call from the god that threw you here. He says that I should just make a whole side story about the money thing after the story has advanced far enough. Don’t ask too much why, thinking of incomprehensible things just gives you stress.

Ah where was I? Oh right, education. Basically everyone studies in the same school. I hear that discrimination between social classes and races doesn’t exist on this country, and is outlawed greatly. Hmm, that’s probably why we have cat demi-human neighbors across the street. Whoever managed to make this country, and those who manage it, deserves some praise. I wonder if a god is involved. If this is paradise, then I am now more motivated to stay in this world for an extended period of time.

Now that all vital explanations are out of the way, time to start my school life.