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Day 7
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Over the past week, the baby found out about Six things according to it's perception.
First, it's name is Nion Virian Xestroth. Quite a fancy name for a kid living in what Nion referes to as a 'run downed house'.
Second, his parents names were Honeybun and Dear. He found this out when he listened in to their conversation while they fed him. Also, it seems that they will feed him more often if he cries loudly. Nion thought that humans were a weird bunch.
Third, his parents had a measly amount of cultivation. He would most likely surpass them in another month or two. This was easily discovered using his soul strength.
Fourth, this area would only allow him to cultivate to a certain Stage and he will reach it in roughly 3 or 5 years depending on how many times he sleeps. Again, this was found out by using his soul strength.
Fifth, his parents apparently has alot of relatives since he has seen many different people making changes to his comfortable bed sheets and clothes while some others bring in new shiny looking objects. Although these mortal artifacts are a bunch of unimportant waste, Nion liked the soft plushy bear.
Sixth and most importantly, he can restart the system when he reaches the maximum Stage this environment allows him too. Nion found this out by using his incredible calculation abilities.
*grumbles*
'Hmm, it looks like it's food time again.'
Nion thought while lying down. Soon, loud cries emerge from the room as Nion demands for food with his cute, gluttonous, face waiting patiently.
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"Dear, do you really think our child can help us rise up again? What if his talents will bring unwanted attention and doom him? I just want our son to live happily with us and eventually his own family too! Must we really do this?"
"There's no other way... The Empire has recently started to store up supplies. Most of these supplies are weapons, food, money and even Drane Crystals. The biggest they have done in centuries! This war will shake our already declining sect to the very roots! Unfortunately our son will need to go through this unwelcoming period and emerge successfully.
I'm afraid even without my decision, the Empire will force sects like ours to comply. After all, sects are just not capable of competing with the Empire.
I'm really sorry Honeybun."
A young looking women embraced a young man as they continue to talk and let out sorrowfull tears.
"I forgive you Zirian. I just... want Nion to live well you know?"
"I know Vivia, I love both you and Nion to the very depths of my heart."
Saying so, they once again fall into silence. After a short while, a loud crying noise could be heard from a nearby room. They immediately got up and quickly went to the room.