The searing agony engulfed me during my final moments, leaving me lost in an abyss of darkness. Time became meaningless, and I couldn't discern if minutes, hours, or even years had passed. Then, after what felt like an eternity, a glimmer of light pierced through the veil. Slowly, I regained consciousness, struggling to open my eyes. The world appeared hazy at first, but soon it became clear.
"Mom, Dad?" I muttered, bewildered by the sight before me. Was I witnessing a vision from beyond the grave? To my astonishment, my mother scooped me up like a fragile infant. "How can she be so strong? Wasn't I around 200 pounds?" I wondered in disbelief. My father, noticing my confusion, offered a gentle reassurance, "Let me hold him too, dear. You've done enough." It was then that I realized my parents looked much younger than I remembered. The thought struck me: had I been sent back in time?
Tears streamed down my face as I grappled with the overwhelming emotions. Confusion clouded my mind, yet the most astonishing revelation lay in the presence of a woman standing beside my mother. With closed eyes, she murmured an incantation, and suddenly, her hands emitted a vibrant green glow. A wave of relief washed over me, as if all my pain had evaporated. "What kind of sorcery is this? I don't recall encountering such magic in my past life," I pondered in amazement.
The elderly lady explained to my mother that her spell would temporarily soothe me, preventing tears from flowing. It was at that moment that I realized I might not have traveled to the past after all. Overwhelmed, exhaustion swept over me, and I succumbed to a deep slumber, my thoughts dissipating into the realm of dreams.
I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling something sticky down my pants. As a cry escaped my lips, my mom burst through the door, soaring into the room like Superman. I immediately stopped crying, utterly amazed by this extraordinary sight. "Honey, are you alright?" my mom exclaimed, swiftly picking me up to examine me. "Oh no, it looks like you've had a little accident," she said, noticing the mess in my pants. My face turned as red as a tomato as shame washed over me. I realized I had just pooped my pants, and to make matters worse, my mom had to remove my clothes to change my diaper. I continued crying in agony when suddenly, a man rushed into the room. He looked a lot like my mom, and then I remembered – he was my uncle, my mom's younger brother.
"Raman, I have a name in mind for my nephew. Let's call him Sharry," my Uncle declared, as it had been planned that this time my uncle would name the newborn. "Sharry, huh? It's the same name as before. Why is this world so familiar, yet different? Just like the old lady's spell and my mom's flying. I wonder what other surprises await me," I thought, my mind racing with curiosity.
With the diaper change complete, my mom gently urged me to go back to sleep. However, I tugged on her sleeve, making airplane hand signs and refusing to let go. "Oh, it seems you noticed me flying earlier, huh? Alright, let's take a little trip around town," my mom said, a playful glint in her eyes. She flew through the window, carrying me in her arms. I couldn't contain my excitement as we soared through the night sky, marveling at the glimmering town below. "I wonder if I'll be able to fly like this one day. Imagine all the money I could save on plane tickets," I thought, grinning from ear to ear.
Eventually, my mom brought me back to my room and gently placed me on the bed. I was filled with anticipation, dreaming of the day when I could fly like her. Little did I know, Flying was not destined to be a part of my life's story.
In the blink of an eye, six months had passed away.
During those fortunate six months, I made some remarkable discoveries. The first realization was that the language spoken by my parents was the same as in my past life, but many other aspects of this world were different. Magic and superhumans existed here, and I learned that my mom had been a mage in her youth, while my dad held the noble rank of a baron and possessed incredible swordsmanship skills. Although my dad couldn't fly, he could shatter stones with his punches and cleave the earth with his sword slashes. Pretty cool, right?
Speaking of my dad, he mentioned hunting monsters in his younger days. While he tended to boast a little too much, I knew he didn't lie. This realization confirmed that I had entered a magical world, distinct from the old Earth. However, everyone in my life remained the same, and even the language hadn't changed. Thus, I decided to refer to this world as an alternate reality.
Two days ago, another revelation occurred. I attempted to manifest my superpowers, even though most of my previous attempts had resulted in embarrassing accidents such as shitting my pants. However, this time, I tried channeling my thoughts like those protagonists in the novels I had read, imitating their use of a "system." And to my surprise, it worked.
Age: 6 months
LVL 1
(Stat points left- 0)
Stats-
Strength- 1
Constitution- 1
Dexterity- 1
Stamina- 1
Mana- 0
Mana recovery- 0
Skills-
Stat Converter (Grade x): Converts 1000 EXP to 1 Stat point. This skill cannot be upgraded and is part of the reincarnation pack.
Basic Undead (Grade x)(1/5): Able to turn one non-magical creature into an undead subordinate. This skill can be upgraded by investing more stat points.
"Well, well, well, aren't I lucky?" I thought, grinning from ear to ear. I realized I only needed 5 more EXP to level up. I understood that I had to level up a bit more to reach the 1000 EXP threshold, enabling me to utilize 1 stat point for the 1000 EXP skill. Currently, it was useless, but it had the potential to be incredibly helpful once I leveled up. It would allow me to gain stat points much faster than conventional methods, as leveling up became increasingly challenging. That night, I couldn't sleep well, constantly muttering "shistum" every five seconds, playing with it like a game.