A story of clones and simulations through the multiverse!!!

Bro you stabbed me come on your gonna ruin my clothes

I'm sorry I'm sorry you should have just given me your money

As I watch him run away I realize this is likely the end honestly it's kinda funny I'm a franchise owner am I the richest of people no but I make about 1.2 million a year and invest back into more franchises to make even more money I can't believe I'm dieing I mean I'm only 28 I have not done anything yet I still have more to live for well I guess maybe I'll be reborn in a new world wouldn't that be amazing ya it would well you know I think I'm just going to sleep for a bit 

Well what's this place did I really get reborn 

"Why hello there friend you can call me the system I'm here to help you with your new life"

Cool like what do you do?

" my main functions include cloning and simulations"

What do you can make clones and what where am I some sort of room

"We like to call it the game space it's where you will live your clones will be transported to other worlds and go on adventures" 

What about the whole simulator?

"Ah yes the simulator that's a little more interesting you see you will be able to simulate in the world your clones are sent to basically it will be a simulation of you in those worlds and that simulation of you all you and your clones will receive the ability's of once he dies and you will be able to summon a new clone ps you get simulation chances based on how well your clones do in there worlds."

Ok cool but like in these worlds will I be a normal person from the world or what.

"No you will be yourself that's it no powers no nothing you can gain them but that's up to you."

That's pretty screwed up and sounds exciting ok how do we start.

"We start by you simulating into a world so let's pick a random world let's say world A7TBUFIN62935 aka the world of the lost princess I'm pretty sure that's what your world called it it's a small harem world you will simulate yourself in it as random person and you got son of count merendez pretty lucky your also the 2nd son so that's decent ok so let's send you in you will be starting from 3 years old because we have calculated in younger and you will be severely mentally empared ok by if you wish to speak to me say system you can also check on your clones by saying clone status."

Ok oh I feel dizzy and good night I guess.

Hmh where am I and why am I so small oh ya I guess this is what a simulation is. Ok let's see I can try to walk and no that's a fail. alright good to know I'll try some more latter 

1 month after

God being a baby really sucks but I've gotten the hang of walking and climbing and I've been able to sneak a pen and paper the maids suck at watching me at night ok let's begin in most cases I should write what I know of the story sadly that's nothing so this sucks instead I'll write about other things actually I have an idea I'll start writing about technology and mathematics formulas if I get seen as a genius then maybe I'll be given more support ok let's start.

Your opening has a strong tone that blends humor, determination, and adaptability. Here's the enhanced continuation of your story, keeping in line with your writing style and expanding on the protagonist's genius demonstrations and interactions with the maids.

2 Months After Arrival

Alright, so I've started with something simple. I managed to draw a basic pulley system on a piece of paper. The proportions are rough, but hey, I'm working with baby hands here. The maids haven't caught on yet, but I've been hiding my sketches under the mattress.

Last night, one of the maids, Elena, almost found them. She was cleaning, muttering something about how messy I am for a toddler. First of all, rude. Second, she has no idea I'm hiding the blueprint for a device that'll blow their medieval minds.

"Little master, what are you scribbling?" she asked, leaning over me with a curious smile this morning.

I froze for a moment, then casually slid the paper under my tiny arm. "Important," I said in my broken Japanese. Honestly, I'm doing better with the language than I expected. Still, it's hard to sound confident when your vocabulary is mostly limited to "yes," "no," and "hungry."

Her smile widened. "Important, huh? Let me see."

"No!" I shouted, causing her to flinch and then laugh. "Secret!"

"Alright, alright, little genius," she teased, ruffling my hair.

I'll have to be more careful.

By the time I hit three years and three months, I decided it was time to stop hiding my work. If I'm going to make waves, I can't just sit here doodling by candlelight.

So, one morning, I waddled into my father's study. The man is intimidating, to say the least—tall, with a perpetual scowl that could probably scare off a dragon. But hey, I wasn't going to let that stop me.

"Father!" I called out, my toddler voice cracking slightly.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "What is it, Akio?" (They've been calling me Akio, but honestly, I don't care enough to correct them. It's close enough to my name.)

I held up the sketch of the pulley system, my hands shaking slightly. "This… help," I said, struggling to explain.

He squinted at the paper, then at me. "What is this?"

"Lift heavy… easier," I managed, pointing at the lines on the page. "Good for… work."

For a moment, he just stared at me, and I thought I'd made a mistake. But then, to my surprise, he called over one of the estate's engineers—a gruff older man named Osric.

"Explain this to him," my father ordered, handing the paper over.

Osric glanced at the sketch, then at me. "You drew this?" he asked, his tone skeptical.

I nodded. "Yes. Work better."

He studied the design for a while, then looked back at my father. "It's… crude, but the concept is sound. If we build this correctly, it could reduce the labor needed for construction or farming."

My father's scowl softened slightly as he turned back to me. "You came up with this?"

"Yes," I said, standing as tall as my tiny frame would allow. "More… ideas. Help."

For the first time, I saw the faintest hint of pride in his eyes. "Very well. Let's see what else you can come up with, Akio."

My status in the household shifted slightly after that. The maids started treating me less like a toddler and more like a strange little genius.

"Little master," Elena said one evening, "what are you drawing now?"

I glanced up from my latest sketch—a design for a basic windmill. "Wind. Spin. Work."

She tilted her head, trying to make sense of the lines. "You're always working on something, aren't you?"

"Must," I replied, scribbling furiously. "Important."

She laughed, placing a bowl of soup in front of me. "Well, don't forget to eat, little genius. You'll need your strength."

By the time I reached four, my sketches had earned me a reputation as the family's resident oddity. Some thought I was a prodigy; others whispered about me being blessed—or cursed—by the gods. Either way, I was making progress.

I'd successfully introduced a pulley system and was working on convincing my father to try out the windmill design. Next step? Teaching these medieval folks the basics of hygiene. Soap, here we come.

Who would've thought being reborn as a toddler in a fantasy world would turn out to be this much fun?

Please give me power stones I'll do 3 chapters a week but I have 30 chapters saved up so if you can give me power stones that would be great ps I'm trying to make a YouTube channel discord and patron I'll say when I'm done ok alright by guys