Now that I've grown a bit, it's easier for me to recognize the passage of time. I spent the next few weeks focusing on learning the new language, studying our household, trying to improve my grip strength with the toy sword (to my father's amusement) and studying the interface. I have learned that my name is Izain, while my mother's name is Lucia and father's name is Roderick. I was disappointed to learn that we actually do not have electricity nor Wi-Fi so my aspirations to become a technical genius for my age using my prior knowledge quickly went out the window… but I learned that what I mistook for electricity was actually magic. Which led to another interesting discovery about the interface, as I learn new information and grow, it changes.
Upon learning my name and the existence of magic, several of the X's on the interface were replaced with the now known information: [[Name: Izain] [Race: Human] [Status: Clean] [Attributes: Strength 0.16, Constitution: 5.1, Vitality: 3.1, Agility: 0.30, Magic: 0]
[Abilities: [Soul Progression], [Steady], [Quirky Stomach], [Cosmic Whiplash], [Structured Mind], [XXXX XXXXXXXX]]
[Steady: Improved sense of balance, Agility, and Constitution]
[Quirky Stomach: Stomach can process all food without issues, eating food replenishes Vitality] [Cosmic Whiplash: Immunity to outside influence of the soul]
[Structured Mind: High resistance to mental influence].
My last ability still seems to be blocked, but it seems like once I learn more about this world, I'll be able to find out what it is. Though I still can't help but cringe noticing that my abilities seem to be related to the circumstances surrounding my death and the strangeness of what happened afterward. Speaking of... I hadn't even given those events much thought yet, the rapid series of events after my death and the state of the structure before being sent here. I wonder what could have—I suddenly heard a soft pitter patter come to a stop just behind a basket my mom had put me down in. I looked up to see the pale, yellow eyes of the small dragon peering down at me from the opening of the basket.
"Yeah… I still can't get used to you. What sane person keeps something around that can devour me at a moment's notice." I had learned that her name was Zillah, and she was akin to my parents' pet. Noticing my discomfort, she nimbly climbed back down, and I heard the soft pitter patter moving into the distance as she scampered away. She seems intelligent and hasn't done anything to threaten me as of yet, but I can't help but get the chills when she gets close to me.