I knocked on the door with the door knocker with a little uneasiness welling up inside me.
Even though it's fake i still have an yellow mark on my arm making my standing in society low, Not that low, but still very low in noble standards.
Event though I know my mother will not abandon me. But still i can't stop from asking myself, will she?
For a fact that she not only sees me as her son but also her future mate. Her mind is a mess to read for me, sometimes she acts like a mature mother only for the next second to act like a shy girl in my presence.
My mother is smart and she certainly loves me. But I belive there is no such thing as unconditional love. Some conditions must be met for every phenomenon to happen and this rule applies to love too, atleast that is what i belive.
In many cases for a father to love his child it must be his child to begin with.
A girl's dream is to be loved by a handsome and reliable man, not some ugly and unreliable person.
Same goes for a boy, he will not be attracted to a girl who is uglier than chicken poop.
As for a mother she won't have the same motherly instincts if a child in question was not her's.
But these kind of conditions are for normies.
Great people are always different in some form or the other, they bring about great changes. Because they are different, having different ideals, goals, meanings etc.
People will try to push them to become normies as the common people are the first ones to pick the odd one out.
I just hope that my mother not one of those normies, afterall from my experiences women tend to stick to their morality even if faced with the treat of death.
My concern is that she would find me useless seeing my fake talent which is yellow. You might think that i am just being pessimistic and that just might be the case. However you can never be sure about women, they are like a dice with a number 7.
'Arhh Women' I thought.
Seven seconds later after i knocked the door slowly opened. I could see the light blue eye of my mother Anna peeking cautiously.
When she saw me she smiled and opened the door inviting me.
She closed the door, after i entered. Anna looked at my body relived that nothing happened to me while i was away.
Then her gaze landed on the yellow mark on my arm.
Surprisingly her eyes turned moist then she hugged me tightly, because of hight difference my forehead touched her squishy blossom.
"I'm sorry." She mumbled.
Tears flowed like rains as she sobbed wetting my shirt.
"I am sorry...It's all *sob my fault." she said sniffing and sobbing on me.
'Woman! you are confusing me!' I thought not understanding anything , how the hell does it become her fault after all i am the one who had fake talent. Maybe she is sobbing over a different reason.
"Mom! what do you mean by that?.." I asked trying to calm her down.
" *sniff it's my fault. Your... S-soul is damaged because of me. I should've destroyed my core before giving birth! I was s-so selfish to lose my power, because Of the selfish reason you had to suffer. What kind of mother does that..."
'Ah! kind of understand it. It looks like i have to reveal some of my awesomeness' I decided.
"Hey don't say it like that if you had destroyed your Bloodline core. How would i ever dream of geting an awesome power like this," I made some distance and moved my had forward, my palm facing upwards. I pulled up one of the two abilities i instinctively knew the moment i touched the 'talent assessment' crystal.
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"L-Light...This purity!? " Poor Anna was petrified with shock.
Seeing her dumfounded reaction made me happy, however i was far-from done.
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I moved my other hand and a foot long wisp of dark mist danced within it.
"How?" Anna fell on her butt "How is your soul not damaged. Just how big is your soul!"
I smiled and shrugged, "I don't know. In the first place what kind of soul are you talking about."
I put away the wisps and asked. Unlike other reincarnates there was no need for me to act ignorant after all Anna is aware of the fact that I am a reincarnation. That make things a whole lot of easier when communicating.
'However, I'll still keep the system a secret, it's for her own safety...I think'
Anna regained her bearing quickly the tiney bit of guit that always lingered when she looked at me was now gone, it was now replaced with excitement and relief.
She explained to me about a theory of the soul.
No one knows what a soul truly is. What's known was a soul has the power to make the impossible possible.
Two of many such impossibilities're skills and bloodlines.
A skill is by her definition a fragment of one's imagination given shape and energy. And its manifestation outside the soul is known as skill activation.
And bloodlines are similar to skills in a certain way. In fact genes have very little involvement. All the power comes from a bloodline core formation inside a soul and genes act like a password in sense.
Then what exactly is this bloodline purity?
Well, the answer lies in space, more precisely soul space. Everything consumes space small or big, however the space inside a soul is different. It's conceptual, storing things of imagination like skills, bloodline cores etc.
However everyone is not born equal, some have less soul space while others are born with it plentifully.
A pot with a plant can be used as an example here. Plants that are planted in a small flowerpot usualy have limited growth, while plants in a bigger one'll have excellent growth.
In this Analogy the flowerpot is the soul space while the plants are bloodline cores.
So in my case I've more than enough soul space, or one can say that it's infinitely expanding, making my bloodline cores bloom to perfection.
All because of my soul, wonderfull!
And even more so, my opposite cores light and dark were sufficiently apart from each other, in return no cancelling each other and damaging my soul.
( N: Don't confuse soul space with soul power)
Anna could have destroyed her core to reduce the percentages of forming a light core in me, but she didn't. It was kind of selfish of her knowing that this could potential be harmful.
However if she lost her bloodline powers her battle power will drop bordering vulnerable and if she did that and I still end up having a damaged soul, she wouldn't be able to protect her child which is me.
It was a tough decision to make.
Fortunately she didn't and now I have both powers at max purity/potential.
Coming back, I patted her head which had silky silver hair.
" Sigh... it's ok to be selfish sometimes and the past is in the past let's move forward." I am not good at words, but I tried by best to console her.
"But, But I am such a... Bad mother!" She said with her head low.
'Sigh... Lady why am i consoling you are supposed to be the mother you must act strong infront of your son.' I was annoyed but not extremely.
Maybe it was because she doesn't entirely see me as her son rather also as a man.
"So, what about some compensation." I said brewing up some innocent thoughts.
She tiled her head and her light blue innocent eyes that were the same as mine gazed at me in mild confusion, "Compensation?"
"Yes,compensation." I said with an Evil grin.
She unconsciously shivered seeing my grin, but she was a little relived that i asked for compensation, she didn't need to feel guilty anymore now that she could pay something back, "What do you want." she asked calmly.
"Ha ha obviously, I want to drink fresh milk from the source, Your source!" I said while pointing at her boobs.
"Huh?"
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[ A/N: How is my First person pov, bad isn't it? Its really hard to write this. Luckily, I am getting a nack in this.
And a word od advice "Patience when it comes to smut is the biggest virtue" —me
Sorry for the late chapter. A mosquito just died here XD
Power stones!!!!!¡]