Lord Osiris was excessively pleased with the intelligence his third son continued to display. The Lord found that when teaching this third child of his something new, Jody retained everything with incredible accuracy. He even responded with the appropriate questions. The Lord also found joy in his daughter's participation, as she had never once paid attention to her tutors. In fact, all of her tutors had threatened to quit before. The Kamila of this week could be considered a different little girl entirely.
There were kids three or four years older than Jody who didn't have such focus and foresight. His rapid development spurred his sister forward, as she did not want to be left behind. Osiris had only spoken this much with his firstborn, Horus, right before he was sent to study in Rodinia.
When Horus Trillwolf was eight, he was still immature, slightly arrogant, and unfocused. Of course, Horus was not born a Sage, and the circumstances surrounding his birth were very complex. Josiah was entirely different. He was worlds apart from any other one-year-old in the dynasty. Maybe even in the entire West Ward or the entire Pangaea continent! At least, Osiris Trillwolf had never heard of such an intelligent child over all these years. He believes such a genius may only exist in the Central Ward.
Honestly, even that was unlikely!
Dinner was always eaten joyously with mild laughter and enlightening conversation. The food was consumed swiftly, and afterward, Jody's mother took his hand as they walked to their courtyard, where she let him return to his room alone. As a toddler and by cultural custom, Josiah should be in the same place as his mother at night. However, his mother slept in the nude.
Absolutely nothing on her heart-stopping and mesmerizing body.
Whenever they returned to the courtyard at night, she almost immediately removed her clothes and washed up in the bathhouse. Afterward, she would put on soft, thin bedroom robes with different floral designs that were totally loose and transparent. This clothing seemed designed for sex. Her different bodices were tight-fitting but revealing and covered with lace and sparkly sequins. The skirts flowed outward from the hips like a circle of flowers or curved inward to highlight the woman's hips, buttocks, and upper thighs.
He wondered why these people wore such revealing clothes on the regular. Jody quickly noticed that the people of this household were all revealing skin. Even his father rarely covered his torso. Jody didn't realize how incredibly hot the West Ward could get, as he had yet to feel uncomfortable, whether his surroundings were hot or cold. Due to his torturous training in his past life, Jody had long been accustomed to not being affected by the elements.
It slipped his perception that this body received no such training.
How these people dress reminded Jody of some of the ancient Egyptian culture he remembered from his last life. Moreover, these Egyptians seemed to have been visited by aliens. The technology they used and their clothes were all advanced and of the most excellent quality he had ever seen. His mother especially loved to wear seductive and provocative clothing, and this was during the day!
Her night attire was basically not even attire. For Osiris, this was delightful. For Jody, it was dreadful.
Jody may have the appearance of an infant, but he was far from a monk. He had no interest in inadvertently admiring his mother's lady parts. This was his mother, for god's sake! Pervert or not, he had his sense of decency and morality. So when Jody became adept with language, he demanded space and a room. Lady Isis was initially displeased, but the little boy was fussy and adamant about this.
Eventually, his mother consented. This put an end to Jody's torturous nights of mental warfare.
On this night, little Jody sat cross-legged on top of his bed with his palms facing the sky as his index fingers touched his thumbs gently. This was classic meditation posture in the martial arts movies he used to watch. Jody focused on the principles of the first stage of the Titanic Rage Chaotic Truth Compendium, or the Titanic Rage Law for short. The first stage was about refining the body! The second stage was about refining the body! Guess what the third stage was about?
Body!
Jody inherited 300 years of memories from a voice in his head after he died. At the time, he thought he was having a near-death mental breakdown. These memories turned out to be the life and formula experience of a member of the Ancient Titan Clan!
Jupiter Titan!
Titans were a powerful clan of the proud and noble sky slaughter race, beings from a place called the Legendary Domain. Supreme ancient Titans were so strong they could eat the stars and conquer worlds! Due to the Titan clan, the sky slaughter race became renowned as heaven slaughterers!
One race to slaughter the heavens!
What type of concept was that?
Even mortals of the sky slaughter race had comparably longer lives than heroes, by about ten times. From a technical aspect, this experience should only equal about 30 years of life for mankind.
Titanic Rage was the power inheritance studied by the entire clan! Ancient Titans were the most influential clan of the whole race because their law compendium earned them twilight qualification. They had discovered twilight power and changed the history of their race.
In Jody's inherited memories, he was a young Titan with unique eyes named Jupiter and later titled T'Zhanè. These memories were so clear that it was as if he was once Jupiter, fighting his way through the ranks until earning his grand title, T'Zhanè, as early as age 280!
Memories were imprinted onto his soul, so Jody felt he had lived those 300 years. This was an awkward feeling to explain. He noticed that this recollection didn't feel deeply rooted, like the memories from his past life. It still felt a bit foreign.
What initially confused and discouraged Jody was that he, as a pure-blooded Negus child, should not be able to comprehend Titanic Rage of the Titan Clan. They weren't even from the same race!
'What was T'Zhanè thinking, placing his hopes on me?'
However, since he promised, then Jody had to try.
'The first step is to perfect my breath. Inhale five, exhale seven. It's a little complicated...'
After his first attempt, Jody realized he was having a much easier time than the young Jupiter did when he first started practicing. His starting point was about two years earlier if the racial differences were factored in. If they weren't factored in, his starting point was 20 years earlier. His success was due to previous experiences in formulating being branded on his soul.
Every breath felt habitual.
The journey to obtaining strength was long and arduous, filled with slaughter and death! This was the case in his previous life as well.
'The world is forever ruled by strength! Only those with power make the rules.'
For six months, Jody meditated every night, attempting to break into the first stage of Titanic Rage. He would wake up and do fifty push-ups and thirty sit-ups, which was his current limit. Before breakfast, he would go out with Ke Si to learn sword and spear theory.
After breakfast, Jody would walk or run in the gardens all day with his sister Kamila. From his current understanding of this world, it is very unlike the world where the Titan lived. The air seemed even to taste different from Jupiter's memory. It is so different that it might as well be a different sky altogether. Jupiter's path to power was also very different from the hero's path.
What mana?
What True Essence?
What Jupiter practiced was almighty power! Only with true might could he carve out his own legend. Jody could do the same if he used the power of Twilight!
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door to Jody's room. His mother, clad in a transparent gown, sashayed in with a ten-pound lump of shiny crystal that glowed in pink, purple, and pale blue. It was like a strange rainbow and released a startling chill despite being inside a hi-tech airlocked container.
"Here's the present from your papa, baby," said Lady Isis with love bursting from her eyes. The boy had pestered his father for weeks about this crystal. She kissed Jody's cheek and set the container next to the bed. She suddenly looked stern and coldly said, "Josiah, you are not allowed to play with this crystal without mommy's permission and guidance, okay? I'll show you how it unlocks in the morning. If I am not by your side, and you dare to open it, you will need a new ass to sit on."
In Isis's opinion, the boy only wanted this to satisfy his curiosity. He shouldn't go against her stern warning.
"Yes, Mother," nodded Jody obediently, secretly terrified by the disciplinary side of his maker.
After his mother hugged and doted on him for a few more minutes, she finally left, and Jody began his night's training. He first took out the serene magic mirror.
"This should work for now, no?" Jody looked incredibly excited. He placed his hand on the container and closed his eyes. "Serenity…isn't this the yin principle of yin and yang? No, here it should be called neon and dawn. How interesting."
Suddenly, a seven-color light panel appeared before Jody, and time seemed to halt.
[Would you like to research this D-grade serenity crystal shard? Yes/No?]
After recalling the experience with T'Zhanè, Jody no longer felt surprised by the game-like status window. He wished he could freely interface with it, but just like the serene magic mirror, he would need help. Unfortunately, he was the only one on Gaia acknowledged by Twilight's whisper. He wouldn't be able to capitalize from the support of elders as his peers could do.
Jody answered with his thoughts, as he didn't have any choice.
Yes!
After Jody had this thought, the light panel turned into a twilight mist that snuck into the container, slithering in and out repeatedly.