In a room illuminated by soft afternoon light, decorated in warm and cozy tones. In the center, a woman with pale blonde hair, brown skin, and brown eyes, sits on the floor, she wears an expression of pure joy and love on her face as she plays with her baby, just a few months old. With a delicate smile, she lightly raises a hand, and the baby floats gently in the air, surrounded by a soft, shimmering purple aura that seems to give it an ethereal glow.
The little one is dressed in pink-colored pajamas that match his hair, and his eyes are wide open, gazing at his mother with a mixture of wonder and amusement. His little arms and his feet are wiggling with happiness, reaching for his little hands with childlike enthusiasm. The baby emits little babbles and giggles, clearly enjoying the experience of "flying" through his mother's telekinesis.
She floats him in gentle, safe circles, making sure he is always close to her. Sometimes, she pulls him closer and kisses him on his nose or murmurs words of affection, then lifts him back up a little higher, as if she is teaching him to dance in the air. "Little Hamlet, if everything goes well and there are no problems, soon your father will finally come home. Aren't you happy?" says the woman to the baby, to which the baby replies "agugu gugu ga guuguga guga" (I prefer not, I can take a woman as beautiful as you as my mother, but a father? Nah, that's too much), and so the woman nods as if she could understand the baby and says with an enthusiasm that can't be concealed "yeees, I know, you will love him. Then we are gonna become the family that we were always mean to be".
Indeed, the cute baby floating in the air is me, Hamlet, that's the name my mother chose for me. It's been 5 or 6 months since I was born, and thanks to my mother my life as a newborn hasn't been as boring as it should be, since I was born she hasn't left my side for a moment, always talking and playing with me, showering me with so much love that makes me feel guilty for having taken her real son's body away from her. But well, it's not like it was my intention, I had nothing to do with all this reincarnation bullshit, so the only thing I can do is to reciprocate all the love she is giving me, at least since I came to that conclusion I feel less guilty, I guess in a few more months I won't even remember that I ever felt that way, that's how we humans are after all.
Besides, there is always the option of having another baby, my father is alive after all, the thing is that I have never seen the man, from what I have heard from my mother, he is on an important mission entrusted by the government, or so he told her, I just hope it is the truth because if it is a lie and the guy has another family or something and he is lying to my mother, he will suffer, I will personally take care of that. You can't hurt Elena and expect that I not retaliate, I owe her that much. What? That I am paranoid? Well, those same lies were told to my former mother by my former father, we were the second family that he would visit when he got tired of his wife, and Elena seems naive, the kind of woman you can easily fool.
By the way, Elena is the name of my mother, she is a lovely brunette young lady in her early twenties, she is slim with cinnamon eyes color, her hair is so blonde that it's almost white, and her height is about 5'7". Don't be fooled by her appearance, her motherly aura is like the morning dew that refreshes and revitalizes the earth, her presence brings comfort and a sense of belonging, enveloping others in a soft embrace of love and understanding. Even now, I still can't understand how she can change my diapers while smiling, I mean, I'm your son and all, but you can leave it to the maids, the maids said that they should be the ones to take care of those jobs, but she insists and answer she enjoys taking care of me.
Honestly, this woman is too beautiful, if she were in my former world she would win Miss World easily, but I think this is the norm here, a side effect of the magic or something, or at least that is what I told to myself to justify my thoughts, I mean, even the maids in the house can pass for models.
Right, magic, apparently magic is real in this world, it seems that everyone in this world is born with a 'trait' that grants people magical abilities, I don't have much information about this, the problem with not having my vocal cords developed enough to talk means that I am at the mercy of my mother's whims. I can't complain though, thanks to those whims I can say that I almost mastered the language. How did I learn a language I knew practically nothing about, without having attended classes, and just listening to my mother talk about anything that came to her mind? Well, because I'm a genius, see this.
'Status window'
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Name: Hamlet Bahram Devine
Title: The first of his lineage (Vitality+50, Luck+100)
Class: none
Trait: Octopus (Dormant)[Sealed]
Level: 2
[Attributes]
Vitality: 55
Strength: 1
Agility: 1
Intelligence: 53
Dexterity: 12
Luck: 186
Free attributes: 5 [Sealed]
[Advantages]
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Just after reciting those words in his mind, a hologram appeared in front of the baby in the form of a status window similar to the one in the video games.
I discovered this beauty in my second week of life while trying to take my mind off Elena's naked body, at the time I was not used to the sight, and I felt ashamed to have obscene thoughts about the woman who gave me life, and from whom I took her child. Anyway, the thing is that thinking that normally when people are reincarnated they have cheats, or as my Chinese brothers refer to it, the golden finger, I thought that I should have something similar, right? and so I started to say a lot of keywords in my mind until I said status window and the holographic window with my data appeared.
Returning to the point, 53 of intelligence should be pretty high, now, enough to be called a genius? No idea, I feel smarter than in my past life, that's for sure, and if I'm not a genius I can always become one adding free attributes to the stat. Well, enough about that, let's talk about my trait, octopus, honestly, compared to my mother's telekinesis it sounds underwhelming, unless this is a hentai world I don't see myself doing much, let's hope I'm wrong, there are many things I want to do and having power is the minimum requirement from what I've seen.
The TV here is a hologram protector, and let me tell you that what I've seen there is mind-blowing, from men that can increase their size to reach the height of a skyscraper, people who turn into cyborgs like Genos from one punch man, to eldritch horrors and then furrys, yeah, not the girl portrayed in animes that are human and only had cat ears and tail, no, here they are anthropomorphic beasts.
Last week thousands of people died due to the emergence of a colony of giant ants on the outskirts of a city, fortunately, or unfortunately, these events are common in this world, so the government is already prepared to deal with this kind of event, so they sent a team of super-powered people that solved the ant problem in a couple of hours, even so, many people died.
I was just born, so I'm not in a hurry to die, I don't want to be part of those dead people who are just part of a statistic that people easily forget, and for that, I need power, so, once I can use my trait that I have sealed by the way, I don't know why though, I guess it's because I'm not old enough, I'm gonna train till I become as strong as the people on the TV, and then pursue the glorious purpose of having a harem without fear of being killed just because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, but before that, I need to eat, therefore, 'mother feed me'.
"Agugu gaga gugu" says the flying baby while pointing to the breast of his mother, to which she replies, "Is my baby hungry? It was about time, come here with Mommy", then she brings the baby towards her as she pulls down her blouse, revealing her small but attractive breasts, which the baby grasps tightly and quickly begins to suck the milk from his mother's breast, falling asleep a few minutes later. "Sleep, my little one. Mommy will always be here." says the young woman.
The room falls silent, with only the soft sound of the baby's breathing, as the mother watches him, filled with love and gratitude.