I possessed great magical abilities. In my former life, I could have entire countries assembled, and their people kneeling at my feet with a mere snap of my fingers. I had surpassed competitors from other regions effortlessly. But I made a choice, a conscious decision to become a humble salesperson or merchant, instead retaining my status as a high-tier Powerful Mage. It was a decision born out of the need to adapt to my new circumstances, to find purpose in a world where my magical abilities were out of reach.
But now, as I lay in my infantile form, powerless and dependent, the stark contrast between my past self and my current situation gnawed at my very core.'
I can creep! Like a baby ant, on all fours, without the ant powers! My movements are clumsy though, and that combined with my unbefitting high pitched laughter, causes my parents to tackle me, pinning me to the floor like the day before.
Until now, even though my thirst for knowledge about this new world was insatiable, there was something oddly intriguing about the gradual accumulation of information. I found myself pestering my mother to tell me stories as I drifted off to sleep, often complaining when she ended them too soon. My father, at times, would come and place me on his lap, casually sharing tales of his past exploits. These narratives provided me with glimpses of the world around me, a place teeming with novelty and diversity.
From what I had gleaned so far, this world appeared to be rather straightforward, brimming with diversity and a multitude of warriors. Here, one's status in society hinged on power and wealth, much like in my previous world. In that sense, it wasn't all that different from my former life, except for the absence of advanced technology and the subtle disparities between this world's magic and the Gen, or Rok and life forces, of my previous realm.
Adults could only access stats and other abilities thanks to their souls. To facilitate the execution of these functions, our bodies generated special energies called Rok. It seemed quite plausible that if I were to grow up here, the path of life and power I could tread would largely resemble those from the past, with all its societal implications and opportunities. But my mother was a woman capable of magic, which confirmed a universal phenomenon that linked a certain subset of people from worlds across realms.
Unfortunately, the answer as to the existence of women, the cause behind the rarity in magic users, was never solved.
Well...no matter. The mystery of womankind didn't intrigue me much.
What did intrigue me, was my mother. With her help, I stood up and moved along, clasping her hand. She, at her discretion, carried me in her arms or when I refused her kindness, pushed me along using my two tiny feet.
My father, Vincent Midnight, was former adventurer—which was a visible occupation in this world— and quit a lot experience in their field. With the new wave of destruction, they took a backseat, opting to raise the child rather than roam the dangerous world outside the city's gates. While they held high expectations for me, that is for me to develop into a top notch warrior, my parents didn't impose any stress or burdens on me, probably because of my weak condition. as I would discover later, they also fulfilled a mission they and his team acquired from the Adventurer Guild.
He'd proudly regaled me with the tale of how my mother, Serena, had supposedly fallen head over heels for him at first sight. According to his version of events, it had happened when he visited the town's Adventurers Guild Hall, where she had been diligently working. However, I couldn't help but suspect it was quite the opposite, given my mother's tendency to slap him across the back of the head and admonish him to stop telling me such fanciful lies.
I'd learned my full name by now— Hiro Midnight; After the historical of my great grandfather. During my momentary demise, a family conference was held, resulting in the decision to pass down the name, which had previously gone unused, on to me.
According to my mother, Vincent had first met her when she was on a run from the guards. He intervened and saved her from being apprehended. After many chases and instances of my mother outrunning the authorities, Vincent, growing ever more intrigued and captivated by her charm, eventually decided to do the unthinkable.
Despite my best efforts to crawl for a week, I could only manage an uncoordinated scuffle in one spot. After several attempts, I finally succeeded in sneaking into the family's library. I managed to slip in unnoticed as my mother was preoccupied with hanging the laundry outside to dry. Once she realized that I was missing, it took her a few minutes to locate me. Even if I had an hour inside the room, it wouldn't have made a difference because I once attempted to read a book and despite understanding the spoken language, I couldn't comprehend the written words.
I felt frustrated as out-of — my breath mother sounded when she scolded me with sigh, saying "I swear you're going be like your father when you grow up...that man would have seen a rock fall of a cliff and somehow find himself blaming a boy for pushing it off..."
During my waking hours, I find myself spending a considerable amount of time inside the confines of our cozy living quarters. To while away my time, I often pretend to be asleep, but secretly eavesdrop on my parent'' private conversations. Additionally, I take extra measures to keep up the appearance of sleeping when the housekeepers enter the room to clean. It was just a normal day, until I sneezed out loud without any apparent reason. It was then that I realized the crucial significance of maintaining one's body, even if it still has the physique of an infant.
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Within a week's time, I had amassed a sufficient vocabulary through my mother's nightly storytelling to embark on research about this universe at the library. In a matter of weeks, she grew accustomed to spotting me huddled in a corner of the library. I don't know what she was thinking, but she allowed me to remain there as long as she stayed nearby and the door was open. She was being gentle and attentive—A true mother.
I spent the afternoon wrapping up the Ninth Volume of an epic, _The Blades of Wind._ While I had read countless of fictional books back on my original world, it'd never occurred to me to rewrite an entire narrative from the scratch. Despite all, it had served to occupy some of my leisure time. - and boy, was I exhausted! All that knowledge had worn me out.
Over what I had just read, it dawned on me that this world was relatively underdeveloped. From what I could deduce, there wasn't much in the way of technological advancement. The primary modes of transportation seemed to be horse-driven carriages, which came in various sizes for local and overland travel; Merchant Salmons, and sailing ships for navigating rivers.
Weapons were freely allowed and not regulated by the state, a clear indication that social order and law enforcement were disjointed and of low quality. Most merchants also tended to possess at least a small stock of enchanted daggers, swords, and crossbows, based on self-defense.
One distinct point that distinguished this world was that both animals and insects exhibited traits that mirrored that of humans. With a heightened understanding of the relationship between the world's creatures and my past universe, it struck me that perhaps I could potentially discern clues about the secrets behind their evolution and origin.
Knowing how little the population of this region and city was, it wasn't exactly odd that the presence of criminals, bandits, and the supernatural, had become a very real threat. Monsters roamed the forest and hills around town. These creatures, along with the undiscovered species lurking within, had earned a fearsome reputation locally as being exceptionally dangerous and hostile towards humankind, accounting for at least three reported kidnappings and disappearances in the region per month.
In my previous life, on earth, there were numerous theories to explain the origins and purpose of magic. The dominant hypothesis, which won the public's support, was that there was no God, and everything was caused by the universe's evolution. This explained that the physical world is filled with certain forces and entities that cannot be seen or measured.
One similarity between this world and my previous one, was that my home planet too, believed that human beings were the epitome of creation. However, humans, like the natives of this planet, failed to see the magnificence of insects.
By kings and roleplayers, in this world, "men are made from clay, women from stardust, and magic from wind. Thus is the legend that's told by bards around the hearth's warmth". In fact, those who excelled in magic tended to hail from noble families and the most beautiful women.
With no form of ground transport available, only a portion of the nation's resources could be utilized efficiently, resulting in a partial state of isolation.
King had the responsibility to balance his people, prosperity, safety and the fulfillment of the citizens. The presence of nobles in the kingdom was required as well, as the powerful families had the duty of defending the entire country.
Crown had once been inhirted on Earth, too, but centuries of use and change resulted in a slightly different meaning here than in the 674-BC on Earth. That time, however, the people's outlook toward it had evolved in a positive direction.
Crowned as their King, a figurehead existed to represent each of their hopes, dreams and wishes. When one looked at the King, they envisioned hope for a brighter future. The royal crown had a broad circle and a triangular prism-shaped diamond at each tip with a golden heart at the centre. As for why the three of diamonds was chosen, was a secret closely guarded by the royalties themselves,
Many books on ancient religions, dating as far back as to the fourth world's era, asserted that human beings, like a spider's web, were part of a larger creation that resembled a spider. As a spider is always at the center of its web, so human beings existed at the core of the universe. If that were the case, it would explain that the spiritual aspect, such as mana, which encompassed the laws and functions of the entire universe, should be at the center. Mana would be the essence of the universe.
Humanity's souls had existed since the dawn of the fifth world. Of course, humanity had not originated there. Our race had arisen in the fourth era and migrated there in the latter part of that age. When it finally arrived, a few tens of thousands of years had passed, during which humanity's vitality had evolved significantly, resulting in the cultivation of soul power.
People born with immense energy often chose different careers—classes.
Scanning through the historical records of Dawn, there didn't appear to be much information about continents other than the one we currently inhabited. I came across a few references to ships that transported goods and passengers across continents via rivers, but I surmised that during the prevalent martial times, technology hadn't advanced sufficiently to facilitate oceanic voyages.
One thing that proved challenging to adapt to in this world was the notion of existence itself. While discussions of superhuman abilities were common back on Earth, the capabilities of magic in this world appeared to be on an entirely different plane.
Practitioners figured out how to squeeze the juice from Gen 3 and 4 that already existed inside them. It's like going to the gym and lifting weights repeatedly – breaking down the Gen Center repeatedly builds up immunity to the virus.
Vigorous Practice allowed the body's muscles to produce greater and greater power, the strength and abilities that defined the superheroes of earth. But as it turned out, that was not the case in the world.
instead Gen 3 or 4 of my past previous life
This would be the natural selection process in the absence of special education and intervention. People without power were weak, helpless, and most importantly, could not defend themselves from others with strength. They could not survive under harsh natural environments, were trampled and ended at the mercy of beasts, or consumed by predators, not even food. They had a low chance of passing on their genes, therefore becoming the losers of the survival of the fittest in the food chain.
Humans on Earth developed technological devices to maintain the balance. However, the number of technologically capable humans was significantly lower than that of humans without powers. It wasn't surprising that technologically capable humans would not wish to risk their lives, voluntarily signing up to be cannon fodders.
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