In a quiet valley, in a small village far removed from civilization, where birds sang cheerfully, where people were busy with their respective tasks, where children played with wooden swords, and hunters returned from their successful hunts, everything was as peaceful as could be.
BOOM
Or so it was.
The birds flew away at the sound of the explosion, the villagers stopped working, the children dropped their wooden swords in fear, and the hunters glared angrily in the direction of the blast. The village's tranquility was shattered in just one second.
"That damn witch," everyone thought.
Far from the village stood a cabin, smoke billowing from its windows and doors until a small boy emerged, coughing violently.
"Damn it, Grandma! At it with your experiments again!" the boy shouted.
"Heh... heh... heh... When will you understand that this will lead to an incredible breakthrough for everyone?"
An old woman walked out of the cabin, surrounded by smoke, puffing on a pipe.
"That so-called breakthrough… does it involve your smoking herbs?" the boy asked.
The old woman said nothing and kept smoking.
"It'll take about two hours for the smoke to clear. You can do whatever you want until nightfall."
The old woman continued puffing away while the boy sighed in resignation and left, letting her smoke in peace.
He walked away from the cabin, coughing a little until the smell disappeared, finally allowing him to breathe freely.
"At last, some peace."
He lay down on the grass, enjoying its fresh scent, the cool breeze brushing his skin, the warmth of the sun on his face, and the shapes of clouds shifting in the sky.
"I never thought something so peaceful could exist."
Relaxed by it all and with nothing to do, the boy fell asleep.
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{Pov Child}
Since I can remember, I've been a pretty normal person… Or is it that I wanted to be normal? That car accident must've affected me. Anyway, as I was saying…
At school, I always stayed in the average range, never earning awards for high grades. In terms of behavior, it was the same — not good, not bad, just normal.
In my personal life, it was more of the same. I wasn't funny, angry, jealous, fearful, or sad. I was just normal, one of the crowd, blending in with everyone else.
At work, I only worked to get by, staying in the same position for years because I was content with that.
One of those days, on my way home from work, I was reading a book when I heard a loud sound. I looked up to see a truck speeding towards me. The world spun, and before I could understand what was happening, everything went dark.
When I woke up, I was in a place I'd never seen before, with no signs of electricity. But that wasn't all — I also had a new body.
It was hard to adapt to this new body, not just because I was a child again, but because it felt so strange to see a different face, hands, and voice. But eventually, I managed.
After some time, I realized this could be a good thing. I didn't have to worry about work, so I started exploring.
The first thing I discovered was that I had a crazy grandmother, lived in an extremely peaceful village where nothing ever happened, and, best of all, I didn't have to do much since I was a child. Until I turned eight, when they'd teach me to hunt animals for the village, but even that didn't worry me much.
I could live a peaceful life without much effort… until that appeared out of nowhere.
I woke from my nap and realized I'd fallen asleep. Moving my hand forward, I summoned a floating screen.
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Name: Vaelor
Age: 5 years
Race: Human
Title: Reincarnated
Class: None
Subclass: None
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Class Skills
--None
Subclass Skills
--None
System Skills
--None
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"This feels like some kind of isekai story where the protagonist gets a system. Though it'd be better not to have this."
As far as I knew, no one else had this system, but they did have what everyone could get: Classes and Subclasses.
Classes are granted by the heavens at a certain point in life.
There are 10 known Classes:
-Warrior: Master of physical combat, with exceptional strength and endurance.
-Bard: Specialist in support and manipulation magic, using music to inspire allies or confuse enemies.
-Monk: Spiritual warrior skilled in hand-to-hand combat and energy control.
-Cleric: Wielder of healing and protective magic, ideal against dark creatures.
-Summoner: Master of summoning creatures and spirits to fight on their behalf.
-Swordsman: Expert in sword techniques, focusing on speed and precision.
-Guardian: Team defender, specializing in protection and resilience.
-Assassin: Specialist in swift, critical attacks, perfect for eliminating targets stealthily.
-Mage: Practitioner of general arcane magic, versatile in offensive and defensive spells.
-Sniper: Expert in ranged weapons, capable of eliminating enemies from a distance with great precision.
Advanced Classes exist, but they're more mysterious. Only someone with such a Class going to the church for a revelation could confirm them, though most prefer secrecy to revealing their abilities.
Those who don't want a revelation wait for their first skill to awaken, which usually indicates their Class.
Subclasses are professions, and people can have multiple depending on what they do.
From my grandmother, I learned about some of these:
-Woodcutter
-Fisherman
-Farmer
-Blacksmith
-Miner
-Alchemist
-Enchanter
-Chef
-Carpenter
-Jeweler
-Tailor
My grandmother is a skilled Alchemist. Once, I broke an arm, and with just one of her potions, it healed instantly, as if nothing had happened. It makes me wonder what else she's capable of.
Among all the Subclasses I know, the ones that interest me most are Blacksmith, Alchemist, and Enchanter.
I got up from the grass to stretch.
"I should head to the village."
I set off towards the village, watching the fields of wheat beginning to grow.
Class and Subclass skills are straightforward, but System Skills are unique to the system.
At first, I thought the system would have a shop to buy Classes, Subclasses, or skills, but that wasn't the case, leaving me puzzled.
I also tried talking to it to see if it would explain anything, but nothing happened.
Out of ideas, I went to the village.
I saw people going about their business, though they looked annoyed — unsurprising, given my grandmother's experiments.
I kept walking until I reached the place that interested me most: the smithy.
Entering, I saw no one.
"Master!" I called out.
No response.
I ventured deeper, observing the weapons and armor the Master had crafted.
As I reached the back door, I felt intense heat. Bracing myself, I opened it.
The heat wave hit me instantly, making me sweat, but I went in.
Inside, I saw the Master hammering a steel ingot on an anvil, shaping it into a sword.
He checked its thickness before continuing, hammering until it reached the desired shape, then quenched it in water.
He repeated the heating and quenching process to temper the blade, leaving it on the anvil.
The Master looked at me, and I met his gaze.
"You shouldn't just barge in like that."
He set his hammer aside, grabbed a cloth, and wiped his sweat.
"I heard about your grandmother's antics. She gets crazier every day," the Master said.
"I know, but at least she makes potions. Thanks to her, the village doesn't suffer from the lack of a cleric," I replied.
"Fair point. But you're not here to talk about your grandmother, are you?" He looked at me directly.
"I want to learn smithing," I said.
"No."
"I want to learn smithing."
"No."
I tried convincing him, as I did every day, but he refused every time. Still, I kept trying, even as he resumed forging a new sword.
'At least he didn't kick me out of the smithy today.'
Failing to get him to teach me had become routine, but I could still watch him craft weapons and armor, which was progress.
That's my life — calm and uneventful. I wouldn't ask for more.