A whole month have passed, and Alfred, or little AL as his mother likes to call him, has been casually spending his time doing absolutely nothing other than eat, sleep, and repeat.
It wasn't like he could do anything else either, as a baby, his body was extremely weak, he could barely move his limbs, let alone walk or do any form of activity.
And even making small steps towards his dream of becoming a [magic] was impossible, especially with the almost none existent mana pool of his.
Right now, what he needed to do was patiently wait for his body to grow big enough for his mana pool to naturally expand to a minimum of 10MP, which shouldn't take more than 1 year.
In this world, all human babies are born with all of their stats fixed at 1, with the exception of MP and HP.
MP being mana points, representing how much mana you have stored in your body, which is proportionate to how high your intelligence(INT) is , since for each 1 INT you have, you get 5 MP.
As for HP, contrary to what some people might think, it doesn't mean health points, it means hit points. It functions more like a barrier that protects the body from any damage until it breaks, as such, getting your HP reduced to 0 doesn't necessarily kill you, instead it makes you damageable.
Something like one hit away from death if you're dealing with a powerful opponent, or a few bruises here and there coupled with some blood that wouldn't be seen otherwise.
And similarly to MP, HP is linked to vitality(VIT), in which every 1 VIT gives you 5 HP.
Then there is the natural growth everyone experience during the first 15 years of their lives, where all of their stats increase uniformly by 1 each year.
Hence why little AL needs to wait until he's two before he can do anything, there's not much he can do with weak muscles and a measley 5MP.
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" How's my little AL doing? Are you hungry yet?" Said Martha in a childish voice.
'oh, oooh! yes, Yes! It's finally here! I've been waiting for this!' thought Alfred.
"ehehehe, someone's excited to see mommy" said Martha as she gently picked up her son, laid him down on her lap, and proceeded to unbutton her shirt.
The next moment, a big, BEAUTIFUL, soft melon came into view, gently landing on Alfred's mouth.
' yes, Yes! This taste! This flavor! This texture! It's to die for! Oh devine nectar, I , Alfred Johnathan, swear on my real name as the great mage Allmidus Magnus, to protect you for the rest of my life! Not a single drop shall go to wast! Hnnnnng!' thought Alfred as his mouth sucked even harder than his hands could grip.
"Hehe, Alfred you gluten, your tickling me, slow down, there's plenty from where that came from" said Martha as she gently caressed his head.
'NEVER!' screamed Alfred inwardly.
"Geeze, whatever I'm supposed to do with you"
And so the days passed, and as the great mage that's known far and wide, Alfred never cried, not during the day, not during the night, his pride would never let him!
As such, both Martha and John were constantly worried, taking their son from a doctor to another, worried that their first born would die from a mysterious illness.
Unknown to them and all the doctors they visited that said illness is called
In the end, with John always not home for work, Martha had to constantly be on her toes, checking on Alfred whenever she could.
If he's excited to see her, she knows to feed him. if he's uncomfortable or embarrassed, she knows to change his diaper. If he needs to release Gass? Well, he can do it on his own.
Long story short, eat, sleep, repeat, with a sneaky poop every now and then.
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Three more months have passed, and Alfred is finally crying for the first time! Martha and John were both ecstatic and relieved knowing that their son is finally acting like a normal baby!
But Alfred on the other side
' gaaaargh! DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT! GET ME OUT OF HERE GOD DAMNIT! WHO SAID BEING A BABY IS NICE! BEING A BABY IS HORRIBLE! THE WORST! JUST KILL ME ! END ME ! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE !'
he was bored, no big deal.
As Allmidus Magnus, he was used to performing researches and experiments all the time, heck he could barely find time to rest or even sleep!
Failure? He could handle. Dead ends? He could deal with. But not doing anything for months!? That was HELL!
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One more month later, still in Alfred's little bed, with a freshly changed diaper and a bored expression, the little guy's brain was ticking.
'....134,135,136,137...'
Counting how long it has been since he last pooped.
'....52,378 52,379 52,380 52,381. Oh? oooh! It's here it's here! Okay, now take a deep breath, and hnnnnng.... Ahhh, now that's a world record if I've ever seen one. welp, since the deed's done, Watson! sound the alarm!'
"Waa! Waa! Waa!"
"Okay okay I'm coming" said John "at least this time you did it before we went to bed *yawn* alright, let's finish this quick, your mom is waiting for me, oh, and if you heard anything weird, just sleep and pretend like you've heard nothing, okay pal"
'jerk! What do you think you're saying to a baby!' screamed Alfred
"Hehe, okay little guy, wish me luck" said John
' I hope you chock on your d*ck!'
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Two more months later
"mama...mama" was Alfred's first words
"Kyaaa! I knew it! I knew it! His first word was mama! Ahaha, in your face John!" Said Martha as she was jumping around with Alfred in her arms.
' finally I can make a noise other than crying! You did well me, you did well enduring ' thought Alfred to himself as he clutched his tiny little fist infront of his face.
" tch, so what if his first word is mama" said John as took Alfred frome Martha's arms before he lifted him up high in the air " my little son is a genius! Forget about dada, he can call me papa Right off the bat! Come on big guy, say papa!"
'papa? hey hey hey, John, aren't you getting ahead of yourself a little bit? or actually, if you want me to call you papa that bad then how about this '
Alfred then placed his index on his lips for a second, pretending to be thinking, then he pointed it back at John and enthusiastically said
"poopo! poopo!"
And Martha instantly burst out laughing so hard she fell back on the floor, unable to hold back her tears " ahahahaha "
"h-huh?! n-no, not poopo, papa, come on son, say papa, or actually just say dada, okay? dada" said John
"poopo! poopo!" Said Alfred as he clapped his hands enthusiastically 'man! would you look at that! This is actually fun! I guess that not being able to talk for half a year can make anything feel a lot more fun than it actually is!'
"Tsk, fine! I'll take poopo, it's the name my adorable little son gave me after all" said John as he brought Alfred closer to his chest while gently caressing his hair.
' oho, would you look at that, guess he is a good father after all, maybe I've been a little too hard on him ' thought Alfred to himself, then he put his index finger on his lips as if he was thinking again, while staring at John straight in the eyes.
He then pointed with that same finger at John's face before saying "dada?" with the most innocent look anyone can make.
Yet John kept staring at him unmoved, He said nothing, he did nothing, and showed no reaction whatsoever, at least until his lips began twitching and a single tear drop slid down the side of his face.
The next second John suddenly fell on his knees, raised Alfred up in the air as if he was a sacred relic, and screamed from the bottom of his longs! "ooooooooh!"
Which made Martha's laughter intensify even harder "ahahahaha! No, please, stop! I can't, I can't! make it stop! please! hahahaha!"
That evening, a single house was filled with laughs and screams so loud that it made the entire neighborhood question the sanity of the family living in it.
But soon after, and before anyone could notice, night fell. That day both John and Martha had celebrated so hard they couldn't stay up any longer, and the second their heads hit the pillow, they fell asleep immediately.
Leaving Alfred all alone in his own little room ' well, I can finally talk but that only means I have to be more careful now, if I tried to start a full conversation, or accidentally said any complicated words, then John and Martha might suspect that I've been possessed by a demon or something, and worst case scenario they might abandon me in some random forest or maybe even kill me with their own two hands. damn, it sucks being a baby!"
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Days went by, and time refused to stop, and soon enough Alfred and his family celebrated his first birthday, and with it his stats increased.
name: Alfred Johnathan
race. : human
age. : 0 -> 1
LV. : 1 -> 1
HP. : 5/5 -> 10/10
MP. : 5/5 -> 10/10
VIT. : 1 -> 2
INT. : 1 (+30%) -> 2
STR. : 1. -> 2
DEX. :1. -> 2
"Finally, 10 MP, now I can start doing some stuff"