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Chapter 3 - System - Not

John slowly opened his eyes and realized he was in a small, dimly lit room. The walls were made of rough-hewn stone, and a single window high up on one wall let in a stream of faint light. A straw-filled mattress was beneath him, and a rough woolen blanket covered his naked body.

As he looked around, he could hear the sounds of life outside the room - people talking and laughing, the clanging of pots and pans, the lowing of cattle. He realized he was in a house, in a village.

He was a baby again, helpless and vulnerable. But at the same time, he felt a sense of relief. He was no longer trapped in his mother's womb, enduring the pains of childbirth.

"Thank god," he muttered to himself. "I'm finally out of there."

As he tried to make sense of the situation, he slowly began to piece together the events.

"I must have died," he thought. "And now... I'm being reborn."

"Well, at least I won't have to go through that again," remembering the process of his birth again. "Being electrocuted was bad enough, but at least it was quick."

John laid in the bed, feeling frustrated and disappointed. He had always been a huge fan of anime and manga, and he remembered stories about people who were reborn in other worlds and gained special powers that made them incredibly powerful. He had been hoping that he would be reborn in a similar way, with access to a "System" that would grant him powers beyond his wildest dreams. He had tried everything he could think of to open the "System", but no matter what he did, it remained out of reach.

"Come on, menu, open up already!" John shouted, waving his tiny hand around in the air.

But still, the menu refused to appear. John let out a frustrated growl and tried again.

"Abracadabra!" he yelled, wiggling his fingers in the air.

Nothing happened.

"Okay, that was stupid," John muttered to himself. "Let's try something else."

He took a deep breath and tried again.

"Open, sesame!" he shouted, waving his hand around even more frantically.

Again, nothing happened.

"Dammit, this is impossible!" John yelled, feeling more and more frustrated.

Just when he was about to give up, the screen in front of him flickered to life, displaying the system menu. John let out a triumphant cry and began scrolling through the options, eager to choose his powers.

"Yes, finally!" he shouted, grinning from ear to ear. "I'm going to be the most powerful baby in the world!"

John was overjoyed when the system menu finally appeared in front of him, but his excitement quickly turned to frustration when the screen began to flicker and then turned blue, displaying a cryptic error message.

"What the f*** is going on?!" he yelled, his voice filled with anger and frustration. "I was supposed to get powers, not this crap!"

The next moment the system menu disappeared after malfunctioning, leaving him without the powers he had been hoping for.

"Dammit, what the hell is going on?" John muttered to himself, feeling confused and angry.

He looked around, but the system menu had disappeared, leaving him alone on the ground.

"Is this some kind of joke?" John yelled, his voice shaking with anger. "Are you messing with me, universe?"

He continued to rant and swear, feeling more and more frustrated with each passing moment. But no matter how much he yelled or how hard he pounded his fist on the ground, the system remained elusive.

"This is bull***t!" John shouted, pounding his fist on the ground. "I can't believe I'm being screwed over like this!"

But no matter how much he yelled or how hard he pounded the ground, the system remained stubbornly out of reach. John was left feeling frustrated and powerless, with no idea what to do next.

Just then, his mother Helena walked into the room, a concerned look on her face.

"Oh, my little angel, what's wrong?" she said, picking him up and cradling him in her arms.

John glared at her, his eyes filled with rage.

"Are you f***ing kidding me?!" he yelled, only sounding like baby gibberish to his mother.

"Oh, my sweet little boy, you're so cute!" Helena said, cooing at him and tickling his chin.

John's anger only grew as he realized that his mother couldn't understand a word he was saying.

"Dammit, this is not f***ing cute!" he yelled, thrashing around in her arms. "I wanted powers, not to be a helpless baby!"

But no matter how much he cursed or how hard he tried to escape from his mother's grip, she only continued to coo at him, completely oblivious to his frustration.

As John's mother, Helena, walked around the small medieval house with him in her arms, John couldn't help but feel even more frustrated and disappointed. He had been hoping for powers and abilities beyond his wildest dreams, but instead he was stuck as a helpless baby in a world without any modern conveniences.

"Where are all the electric devices?" John muttered to himself, his eyes scanning the room. "There's not even a toilet in sight!"

He let out a frustrated sigh and tried to wriggle out of his mother's grip, but she only held him tighter.

"Oh, my little angel, don't be so fussy," she said, smiling down at him.

John glared at her, feeling more and more annoyed with each passing moment.

"Easy for you to say, you're not the one stuck in a stinky diaper," he grumbled, still sounding like baby gibberish to his mother.

She chuckled and continued to walk around the house, while trying to calm him down. To John, everything just looked like a backwards, primitive place that he wanted no part of.

"Dammit" John said, finally letting out a defeated sigh. "I guess I'm just stuck in this hellhole for the rest of my life."

As John's mother, Helena, continued to walk around the small medieval house with him in her arms, they heard the sound of someone entering the house. John turned to see a man walking through the door, looking dirty and scruffy. He was dressed in leather armor, and he had a wild, unkempt look about him.

"Who the hell is this guy?" John muttered to himself, feeling immediately suspicious.

"Oh, my darling, you're back!" Helena said, rushing over to the man and embracing him. "I've missed you so much!"

The man grinned and kissed her on the lips, then turned to John and reached out to kiss him as well.

"Is this our new little angel?" the man said, his voice gruff and rough.

"This is our son, John," Helena said, beaming with pride.

The man's grin grew even wider as he leaned down to kiss John on the cheek. John's eyes widened with horror as he realized what was about to happen.

"Ew, gross, get away from me!" he yelled, thrashing around in his mother's arms. "Don't you dare try to kiss me, you disgusting, scruffy barbarian!"

But despite his best efforts, the man leaned in and planted a wet kiss on his forehead. John let out a frustrated growl and continued to struggle, but it was no use.

"Dammit, I can't believe this is happening," he grumbled, feeling more and more annoyed with each passing moment. "I'm stuck with a new dad who's even grosser than the old one."

Helena cradled the tiny John in her arms as she spoke with her husband: "How was the hunt today, Marcus?" she asked.

"It was good," Marcus replied, his rugged features creased with a smile. "We managed to take down a large stag, and the meat will last us for weeks to come."

"That's wonderful," Helena said, her eyes shining with pride. "You and your team are always so successful in your hunts."

"But it wasn't without its dangers," Marcus said, his smile fading as he remembered the events of the day. "We were ambushed by a group of goblins while we were on our way back to the village."

Helena's eyes widened in surprise. "Goblins? Here? I thought they only lived in the mountains."

"They do, normally," Marcus said, his hand drifting to the hilt of his sword. "But I think they must have been driven down from the mountains by something. They were fierce and cunning, but my team and I were able to fight them off."

"That sounds terrifying," Helena said, her voice tight with concern. "Were you hurt?"

"A few scrapes and bruises, nothing more," Marcus assured her, flexing his arm to show that he was unharmed. "But it was a close call. We had to fight hard to keep them from taking the stag meat."

"Well, I'm just glad you're safe," Helena said, relief flooding through her, she understands the risks that her husband and his team faced every time they left the village to hunt. She knew that they were all strong and capable, but still she is always a bit worried when her husband leaves.

John's tiny ears perked up as he heard his mother and father talking about the hunt. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Goblins? Those were just make-believe, like the bogeyman. But his father was saying they were real and dangerous.

"I must be dreaming," John thought to himself, his mind racing. "There's no way goblins are real. They're just silly little creatures in storybooks, right?"

But as he listened to his father's tale of the goblin ambush, John began to feel a creeping fear settle in his chest.

"I can't believe I was reborn into a world with real goblins," he thought, his eyes wide with terror. "And without any superpowers to protect myself! What am I going to do?"

John clutched at his mother's shirt, his tiny hands shaking with fear. He couldn't imagine facing a goblin in battle, let alone an entire group of them. In the MMORPG he played, he had no problems defeating goblins and leveling up, but in the real world it wasn't that easy.

"I don't have a System" he thought, his heart pounding in his chest. "I can't even cast spells like I can in the game, can I? How am I supposed to live in a world where monsters exist?"

The thought of facing a goblin in the real world terrified John, and he began to doubt his own abilities.

"Maybe I should just stay in the village and never leave," he thought, his mind racing with panic. "At least then I won't have to worry about being eaten by goblins."

"No, I can't let fear control me," he thought, his voice determined in his own head. "I may not have superpowers, but I have my knowledge from my previous life. I can face anything the world throws at me. But I'll have to be careful and stay alert if I want to survive."