Chapter 4: 3. Status

Hello again. It has been a month since my birth, and right now, I am training in magic. Yes, it’s time for the Reincarnated Into A Fantasy World Cliché: magic training as a baby in order to become OP later in life!

…Not really. It’s actually my parents who are trying to teach me magic.

Let me rewind. A day after my birth, my eyes opened and I was able to see the world around me. Well, the world around my crib anyway. I live in a small wooden house, some kind of cottage I think, and I’m an only sibling as far as I know. At least, there’s only myself and my two parents living here, but maybe I have an older sibling off at boarding school or adventuring or something!

Hehe, I was an only child in my previous life, but I think it would be nice to have the type of older sibling that would dote on me… wah, I should have asked god for it when I had the chance!

No point crying over spilt milk. Anyway, where was I?

Right, I was born to a man and a woman living in a quaint cottage. Although my mobility was limited at first, from craning my head around and looking through the bars of my crib, I formed an elementary idea of my family’s social class. Although our abode is small, the furniture is all solid wood and there are decorative pieces of furniture around too, things like modest vases with fresh wildflowers and colourful fabric runners and curtains.

In this way, my request for a financially comfortable life is, for the moment, confirmed.

My mother is a lovely and cheerful woman, with thick chestnut hair and a soft-spoken voice. She sings to me in the morning, and at night when she is putting me to bed. I feel she loves me deeply. My father is handsome, mostly, but with a hawkish nose and sharp eyes that make him look a little scary. He treats me somewhat casually, but it’s clear he’s madly in love with my mother. Maybe it’s just an issue of comparison.

As for our social class, I don’t know? I believe my father is some kind of warrior. At least, I’ve seen him come into my room to see my mother, all covered in sweat, and she scolds him with “you didn’t wash off after training again, didn’t you?” while pushing him away. My mother appears to be a regular housewife. Though I’ve seen her—dun dunnn! Cast magic! But only small things like creating coloured balls of light to amuse me or magically lighting candles. What they would call “Life Magic” in novels, right?

Even that much is exciting to see in person though.

Of course, the first thing I did when I was more aware of myself and could see was call upon my status board. You were waiting for that, right? Well, that brings me to my current state of learning magic at such a young age, because I got the shock of my life at what I saw on my status!

Name TBD

Yes, my parents haven’t named me yet! It’s been three days already, what are you waiting for!

…Just kidding. Although that’s sort of rude, shouldn’t you have excitedly picked out names already? But that’s not really what shocked me so much.

Name TBD | LVL.1

Age: 3 days | Race: Half-human

HP: 10/10 | MP: 1/1

Traits:

Dreamer, Half Breed

Unique Abilities:

Oracle of Dreams, Harbinger, Skeleton Key, Jack-of-all-Spells, Wodetongue

Something unexpected turned up in my status screen, as you can see. Half-human? What does that mean? Moreover, it doesn’t elaborate at all! At first I thought maybe I was a half-elf or maybe even some kind of cute beastman, but both my parents look entirely human. Furthermore, when I focus on the traits and abilities I’m given some fishy information.

First, the traits.

Dreamer: You were brought to this world by the Red King, the Sleeper at the End of Time, the Endless Dream, the Eye That Never Opens, the Final Light of Dead Stars.

Half Breed: You were born the child of two worlds.

Ah, that god had an impressive title after all… no! That’s not the focus. That vague description, what does it mean? But it gets more worrying still! Although there is a long list of unique abilities, let me go through them one by one.

Oracle of Dreams: You carry the touch of a dreaming god, and have the chance to receive revelations from your deity. Without focused prayer, however, the messages will be little more than adumbrations.

Harbinger: You are the only child to ever have been born between these two bloodlines. Your birth is a miracle… or perhaps a curse. What is certain is that your presence will have an impact on things to come, for good or ill.

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Skeleton Key: No lock you cannot open, no door you cannot access, no path you cannot walk.

Jack-of-all-Spells: You will have an easier time at learning new spells, no matter their affinity, but at a certain point you will find yourself plateauing.

Wodetongue: There is no language in this world that can escape your understanding, whether understanding or speaking. Your tongue will naturally twist into misbegotten shapes in pursuit of speech.

I’m starting to think there was definitely something off about that god after all. That otaku bedroom was alarmingly disarming, so I lost perspective on the fact that they essentially kidnapped my soul, and now I’ve gotten some really ominous looking skills.

N-not that I’m not ungrateful.

But it’s weird, right?! None of these abilities clearly explain what they do at all. Furthermore, that “Harbinger” ability seems really concerning. “The only child to have ever been born between these two bloodlines”, somehow I feel like that means I’m not something like a half-elf. Yet it doesn’t elaborate on my heritage at all. Grrr, I feel like that god set it to be deliberately uninformative.

Also, that “Wodetongue” seems… kinda scary. Why use a phrase like “misbegotten shapes”.

Sigh, oh well. Everything else is okay. Although that magic pool is absolutely piddling, that there is a number there at all means I should have some kind of innate magical ability. Plus with the help of the “Jack-of-all-Spells” skill, I should definitely have a smooth time learning magic.

The remaining two skills: the oracle one seems to line up with what the Red King told me right before I was kicked out of their room, but the “Skeleton Key” skill seems kind of vague. I won’t have a chance of working it out until I’m at least walking, though.

So it went. For my first few days, I just did what I could to acclimate to my new life. I ate, pooped, and slept while doing everything I could to examine things around me out of curiosity.

My mother would dote on me, my father would come to see me once or twice a day at most, and would always comment on how I look ugly. I’ll kill him! I’m sure I’m an adorable baby! My genes are far too promising to be ugly already! I would wave my fist and “ga ga” angrily at him, and he’d sneer back and say things like “it’s a hundred years too early for you to pick a fight with me”.

It was a lively way of living.

My father then left for a number of days, maybe a week? It was hard to keep track, since I would sleep periodically during the day as well as night and mess up my internal clock.

My mother worried about him during his absence, commenting to me, “Although I want him to retire and stay with us, where it’s safe, I know he wouldn’t be the man I fell in love with if he really settled down.”

This felt like a confirmation that he was some kind of mercenary, or maybe even an adventurer. It was kind of cool and exciting, but on the other hand, I would rather he have a reliable and safe business I could inherit to live out my days comfortably. Mm, but then, maybe he travels for work for other reasons. Perhaps he’s a merchant?

Then one day he suddenly came back! I found out because I was peacefully sleeping and farting through the day, when I was suddenly lifted airborne by him in one big hand. He stuffed something plush and soft in my arms with a smug look on his face.

“Your father is someone with the resources to get you even something like this. Be grateful, okay?”

When I look at what he gave me, it was a plush toy… salmon. His face and tone of voice was so annoying for such an ugly gift that I got mad and grabbed the fish by the tail with my fat little baby fist and hit him as hard as I could!

I am only a baby, though. I cannot hit that hard.

“Still picking fights, snotty? Still, you got pretty good strength there.” He shifted his grip on me, realising he should probably hold a newborn baby with more delicate care. “Maybe we should start sword training soon?”

Then my mother came in, arguing, “Of course not! Your child is only two weeks old.”

“Yes, but any blood of mine will be a natural-born warrior.”

I was whisked away by my mother protectively at that point, and then they started to argue back and forth. My father thinks I’m going to follow in his footsteps and become some kind of warrior, so I guess he’s not a merchant after all! But my mother says that for all they know I may take after her. Could she be a magician? A powerful mage? A caster of magic and wonder?

No, she says, “Our child could be a natural born merchant!”

So it goes back and forth until my father says, “Then I’ll go get someone with Appraisal to do an aptitude check!”

So neither of them are mages? Thus, I decided to teach myself magic. Things escalated from there.

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