Life got back to a normal routine for John's family the next day. John's mother, Helena, spends her days taking care of the household chores, such as cooking, cleaning, and washing clothes. She wakes up early in the morning and begins preparing breakfast for the family, which typically consists of porridge or gruel made from oats or barley. She also has to fetch water from the village well and carry it back to the house in a heavy bucket.
After breakfast, Helena turns her attention to the other chores that need to be done. She may spend some time tending to the family garden, where they grow vegetables and herbs that are used in their cooking. She also has to feed the chickens and collect their eggs.
In the afternoons, Helena often goes to the village market to trade some of the eggs or vegetables from their garden for other goods that they need, such as salt or flour. She also uses this time to socialize with other women from the village and catch up on the latest news and gossip.
John's father, on the other hand, spends most of his time hunting in the surrounding forests. He is an expert marksman and skilled tracker, and he is able to provide the family with a steady supply of meat, which is an important part of their income and diet. He often goes on long hunting trips that can last for several days at a time.
John's older sister, Isabella, is twelve years old and already works as a housekeeper for a wealthy family in the village. She helps with the cooking, cleaning, and other chores, and in return she is paid a small amount of money. She uses this money to help her family buy the things that they need.
Having to act like a baby, John finds life to be quite boring. He is unable to do much more than crawl around the house, and even that is a challenge for him. He spends his days lying in his crib, staring at the ceiling and wondering what he is supposed to do with his time.
One day, John is feeling particularly frustrated with his situation. He begins talking to himself, trying to make sense of his predicament.
"Why did the System malfunction?" John says to himself. "I was supposed to be overpowered, able to do anything I wanted. But now, I'm just an adult stuck again in the body of a baby. I can't even crawl properly."
John continues to grumble to himself, feeling more and more frustrated with each passing moment. He begins to wonder if there is anyone out there who can help him, someone who might be able to fix the "System" and grant him these powers.
Suddenly, a thought occurs to him. He remembers that in this fantasy world powerful beings who could grant wishes and perform miracles must exist. Perhaps he could call on one of these beings to help him out?
"I need to get in touch with a god or something," John says to himself, feeling a glimmer of hope. "Maybe they can help me out of this mess."
But then another thought strikes him. He remembers that he just left his feces on the altar of the only god he knows in this world. He cannot possibly make a wish to her be like: "Sorry that I took a dump on your altar, but I am sure you can help me out right? "
John quickly dismisses the idea of calling on the god he had just offended. "No way," he says to himself. "I think I'll have to find another way to fix this mess."
"Okay, let's see if this works," he says, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "System, reboot! System, refresh! System, reset!"
But to his disappointment, nothing happens. The "System" remains stubbornly malfunctioned, no matter how many different commands John tries.
"Come on, this has to work," he mutters, growing more and more frustrated. "System, restart! System, power off and on again! System, hit Ctrl + Alt + Delete!"
But no matter what he says, the "System" doesn't appear again.
John sat in his crib, feeling defeated. He had tried everything he could think of to fix the "System" and regain his powers, but nothing had worked. He was stuck as a baby, unable to do anything to change his situation.
John was determined to find a way to regain his powers and fix the "System" that had malfunctioned, leaving him stuck as a baby. He spent every waking moment trying to think of ways to regain his strength and abilities.
He started by trying to activate any magic he could find, hoping that it would give him the boost he needed. He crawled through the house, acting like he was just playing and curious, looking for any magic artifacts or spells that might be of use. Of course he has to be always carful to look like a toddler, he does not want to go through a second exorcism. He even tried chanting ancient incantations and performing elaborate rituals when no one was around or everyone was asleep at night, hoping that they might awaken some hidden power within him.
But no matter what he did, nothing seemed to work. The magic remained stubbornly out of reach, and John's attempts only ended in failure. He grew more and more frustrated and discouraged, feeling like he was running out of options.
As the weeks passed, John continued to search for a solution. He tried every idea he could think of, from physical training to meditation to more elaborate magic rituals. But no matter what he did, he always ended up feeling defeated and helpless.
One day, John was feeling particularly low. He had just tried yet another magic ritual that had failed, and he was starting to lose hope. He swore and pounded his tiny fists against the ground, feeling more helpless and frustrated than ever before.
"Why can't I do anything right?" he cried out. "Why can't I fix this damn System and get the powers that belong to me? I'm so sick of this!"
John's mother, Helena, came over to his crib and picked him up, trying to soothe him. "There, there, little one," she said, patting his back. "Is Mama's baby feeling angry and hungry? Do you want something to drink?"
John was flustered by the suggestion. The thought of sucking on his mother's breast again made him feel embarrassed and uncomfortable. He had been an adult for so long, and the thought of regressing to such an infantile state was mortifying.
But he knew he had to keep up the act and play along. If his mother realized that he was actually an adult trapped in a baby's body, it would only lead to more questions and confusion. So he nodded his head and pretended to latch onto her breast, trying to ignore the inner turmoil he was feeling.
As he suckled, John couldn't help but feel a sense of defeat wash over him. He had been trying so hard to fix the "System" and regain his powers, but it seemed like he was no closer to achieving his goal. He was stuck, unable to do anything to change his situation.
But as he lay there, feeling sorry for himself, John knew that he couldn't give up. He had to keep fighting and regain his "System". He would just have to endure and keep pretending to be a baby for now. Suddenly a new thought came to his mind: Cultivation!!!
John sat again in his crib, staring up at the ceiling and trying to remember everything he knew about cultivation. It was frustrating, being trapped in this tiny, helpless body.
"Okay, okay," he muttered to himself. "I remember reading about this in a wuxia novel. You start by unlocking your meridians, right? That's the key to cultivation. But how do you do that? Hmm, let me think."
He closed his eyes and tried to recall the exact words from the novel. "You have to find your dantian, and then circulate your qi through it. That's it! That's how you unlock your meridians. Easy peasy."
John opened his eyes and sat up excitedly in his crib. "Time to cultivate!" he declared.
He began by trying to locate his dantian. He figured it was probably somewhere in his belly, so he patted himself all over, searching for any sign of it. But no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find anything.
"Maybe it's hidden," he muttered to himself. "I'll just have to keep looking."
He kept patting and poking himself for what felt like hours, but still no luck. He was starting to get frustrated.
"Come on, dantian," he grumbled. "Where are you?"
Just when he was about to give up, he felt a strange feeling inside his belly. "Could this be it?" he thought. "Is this my qi?" He focused all his attention on his "qi", trying to circulate it through his body. "I will break through the Life Gate, just watch out!" John exclaimed excitedly. Just then, he felt a sudden gurgle in his stomach. "Uh oh," he said, his eyes widening in alarm. He clenched his butt cheeks together tightly and tried to hold it in, but it was no use. A moment later, he let out a loud, wet fart, followed by a warm, gooey mess.
"Life Gate my ass," he muttered, looking down at the mess in disgust. "A diaper full of crap."
He lay there for a moment, feeling embarrassed and defeated. But then he had an epiphany.
"Wait a minute," he said, sitting up again. "I just realized something. All this stuff about cultivation, it's just shallow novel knowledge. The authors never actually bothered to explain how it works. They just made it sound cool and mysterious."
He laughed at the absurdity of it all. "I mean, look at me. I'm a baby trying to cultivate, and I can't even control my own bowels. How ridiculous is that?" He then quickly realized that he was missing a crucial piece of information. "Wait a minute," he said, sitting up again. "I just realized something. All this stuff about cultivation, it's just shallow novel knowledge. The authors never actually bothered to explain how it works. They just touch on the surface, describing the different stages, but never really delving into the mechanics of it. It's like they just assumed everyone would know how it works."
He shook his head, still grumbling to himself. "I guess I'll just have to find some other way to gather power," he said. "Maybe I can learn how to crawl really fast or something. That could come in handy. Or I could just roll around in the dirt and see if that helps..." He suddenly remembered something and looked down. "Oh well, time to have someone clean up that mess." John started to cry to attract the attention of his mother. It seems like in the end John might have found the mystic incarnation to get cleaned up.