"Sigh"
After venting out his anger and frustration in form of muffled grunts,Zack finally layed down on the dusty bed with a sigh.
His mind was filled with anger which,for some reason, was mysteriously being suppressed and all he wanted to do now was curse that God damned entity that brought him here without his permission.
But thinking about his current helpless crippled self,he stopped his chain of thoughts and calmed his mind down to analyse his situation.
How did I arrive here?
That was the question he wanted to ask terribly to some one or anyone ,but ,alas neither could he speak,nor could anyone hear him.
'I got plunged inside a cripple,Huh' he vexed.
'I want to go home...But....'he thought.
'It seems I can't...'
Furthermore he couldn't ask anyone for help either as,If anyone came to know that he was not from this world,considering this being a different world,he could even be burned or be hanged for speaking such things.
Moreover he was a cripple!
'The only way for me to go home would be to observe and improve my body.As this is a crippled one and if by chance I could hog the couple into fixing me,I can escape when I become able enough to walk.'
That was another big issue to solve,considering he was born into another person's half-dead body,rather than being born with an original healthy one.
But this problem of his had a solution,as he had the so called "SYSTEM",to help him,who either was an ally or enemy,he didn't know.
Furthermore ,the entity,lets say 'X',could also take away his system or his powers,leaving him to be a cripple again.
Or he could also be discarded as well,after he would complete his mission in this world.
Who knows?
Thinking about such evil and unfair conditions he might get entangled into,Zack started palpidating, as the headache assaulted him again ,but this time he calmed himself down,albeit forcefully.
Alright,calm down....
Huff...
Considering his next set of problems,comes the problem regarding his family's situation.
By the looks of it ,he heard two people quarreling between themselves,one being a woman and another being a man and along with the affection and kisses the woman showered this body with ,this boy ,Zack was inhabiting was inevitably their son.
Furthermore ,the couple's relationship had seemed to have detoriated due to this boy's comatosed state.
This problem was a difficult one to solve and an important one as well.He just can't overlook this,can he?
'To escape,I will their help and resources and for that....I need to fix their relationship.',he thought.
Zack realised that these people were his guardians for the time being and for better resources and better environment for growth,he needed their protection,for the time being,atleast.
He throughly considered his plans in regards to his situation.
One,he could continue putting on an act and ,get strong enought to move ,in this room itself,and leave this house.
Two,he could reveal his better health to his parents,use the resources they provide to get stronger,and then leave this by faking his death.
Or
Third,he could again reveal his better health,solve the feud between them,play the role of a duty full son,get stronger ,repay and honour the boys family and then leave or enlist in army to move away from them.
They had army's right? Considering a fantasy world,maybe.
But now comes the pros and cons of such decisions
For the first plan,he could get strong enough to walk and leave the house,but this could leave a bad taste in his mouth, considering this body being another boy's and furthermore, Zack had absolutely zero idea about the world outside,and moreover he was blind!
Considering,he was in a fantasy World which he didn't know how many times he would have to consider,and remembering bits of of conversation he had with the AI,this world had a Demon Lord,which means....
Swords and Magic!!
Which also means...
He could die the moment he stepped out side!!
So the first plan was an absolute no-go.
Now the for second one,he could reveal his better health to this boy's parents and use their resources provided to him and grow in a safe environment and fake his death,but his would also prevent him from reaching his peak and in long run ,could hamper his progress as he won't get resources if he prematurely left his house.
He could steal as well,true,but he'd rather not stoop so low , considering the good will the mother and father of this boy had,despite being a complete cripple and liability.
So this option was also a no .
And now all that was left was the third options ,which was the safest one as well,as it would help him grow and well as repay this boy's parents and it was a better option in the long run,as it would also help him gain experience in combat,as he was considering joining the army ,after he regained his heath back.
But the down side would be his potential entanglement in the politics of the empire which might lead to potential stagnation in his quest for power as he would have to start thinking about keeping his head intact rather than being focused on training.
Despite such cons of the third option.
He still decided to follow this option.
Or
He could just enter full anti -hero mode ,get strong,kill young masters with a slap,and fuck the elven Queen or a human empress and have his own harem.
But ,for some reason,the nerd named Zack,had a lingering feeling that things were not so easy as they were potrayed in a novel.
Shaking his head ,he slowly closed his eyelids ,and drifted of to sleep, thinking about the believable excuses he would give his parents tomorrow.
Little did he know,the ELVEN QUEEN he was so eager to spend a hot night with,could literally disintegrate him into pieces of flesh ,just by looking at him.
*****
The morning rays shone through the closed window panes of a large yet cozy house .
Birds chirped and tree leaves swayed as the gentle and cool breeze woke the people up.
It was early morning and people could be found on the streets,opening up their respective shops,and moving out for work.
In short ,it was a happy morning .
But all that could be heard from the magnificient workshop at the backside of the large house was this.
Clank!
Clank!
Clank!Sizzle!
Sounds of metal being tempered and moulded into weapons could be heard by the people on the streets,but instead of getting angry at the loud sounds made early in the morning,they just smiled amicably and moved on with their work with hearts full of respect as this was actually the main branch and the most popular shop of the Therocracy's most famous Grandmaster Blacksmith,Philip Anteino Docere.
He was one of the most prominent figures in the entire Theocracy ,despite being a commoner and was just one step below for getting the title of Baron.
He was favoured by the Emperor and even the Pope himself,as most of the weapons used in the Holy Battalion,was supplied by the Smithy of Docere ,themselves.
Futher more,the holy sword ,'Drajovor',weiled by the Saint ranked palladin,Earl Abericio Von Reynard,form the Dukedom of House Reynard ,was personally made by Grandmaster Blacksmith, Philip.
Even the armour of most of the palladins was personally made by him and was nothing short of an calling it artwork.
Even the haughty old dwarves of the Dwarven council had proclaimed him to be the best human blacksmith,the Theocracy had ever produced.
In short ,he was a big shot.
However he lacked a heir ,as his son was crippled at the age of 3 ,due to a mishap between his son and a Viscount's daughter.
Due to which he was rendered physically paralysed and mentally retarded.
All kinds of healers ,from distant regions of the Theocracy,were brought and even the priests form the church of Saint Maeley had tried curing the child ,but much to Philips despair,they couldn't.
That was the only problem ,the only blackspot in his career,which unfortunately,he refused to leave behind.
Unbeknownst to the dilema ,the so called father of the said boy was in,a figure lay comfortably on a wide bed ,with his Oscar worthy acting skills, thinking about the possible delicacies he would try ,if he ever managed to get up from his bed.
"Hmm,do they have Chicken tikka here,even skewers would do, or how about some rice and chicken curry.Butter Chicken would be nice as well ."
"Ugh....nevermind."the so called Crippled-youth named Zack said ,while licking his drool of his cheek.
Suddenly ,the door hissed open as a mature woman in clothes of a maid ,entered the room and lit up the magic fueled lamps to do her weekly cleaning.
One could see her wearing a white apron along with typical black and white clothes worn by the maids of the Victorian Era and with her brown ,long hair tied in a bun , her sparkling blue eyes and bountiful breasts,she looked like a supermodel,despite having wrinkles at the corners of her worn down eyes .
Inshort,She was a milf!
However as soon as the room lit up,she saw the crippled boy who was supposed be retarted,was sitting up straight,with his mouth closed , looking at her with eyes full of brightness ,despite having no pupils.
Thump!
Clank!
Splash!
The broomstick along with the cleaning water and the metalic bucket fell down on the white marbled floor as she immediately started shouting and running out of the room.
"Ma-MASTER!,MASTER !"
"Young Master Mika is...is...awake"
Zack just stared with his pupil less eyes at the direction of the voice and muttered in low tone,
"I finally get the language"
Infront of him was a golden -black,translucent screen which depicted what he needed the most at his present condition.
[Congratulations!New skill aquired !]
[language Comprehension lvl 1]
[Please aquire more knowlege for better mastery over the Human tongue.]
"Yes"Zack exclaimed making a fist with his lanky arms,albeit with no expression involved.
However,unbeknownst to him, a big mama bear was running over to his room,strong enough to hug and choke him,in the name of love.
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