Chapter 2: The Day I Will Suppress, Part 2

My mum's name is Violet Rudeus, or Vi for short, and my dad, Anthony Rudeus, at least seemed like good people, hell, if not the best. Of course, my mom can be an angry punk sometimes when my dad says something stupid. She's really maternal, though. While being carried on her back by an ancient Greek-like baby cradle-strap... Looks like it was manufactured with magic and state-of-the-art technology-ish. What sort of punk genre world did I reincarnate into? I wonder about later... When I was on her back, we went to something she called a town...

 

That looks like it came from ancient Greek crossbred with arcanepunk minus the science. Well, that's new...

This city of Stenjern resembles an outpost, seeing that there were neither roads nor buildings. The history channel and the annoying so boring channel three when my cable was off was not a waste of time. We walked on the main dirt trail where these (this world is so punk like) magicgy cool looking tents stood on both sides with various merchants, salesmen, and conmen (there are always conmen) selling all sorts of things-- from common, everyday necessities to the thing I just had to stare at with a dumb looking face, like weapons, armor, and rocks... Shiny glowing rocks! I watched a glass merchant manufacture and polish other things. I was thinking about getting something. If I was older and had money.

But I didn't have enough money. My mom bought clothes, shoes, and other junk for me.

The strangest thing that I couldn't seem to used to was the people (There are no humans in this world) carrying weapons like they would a Prada handbag. I witnessed a man that was over seven feet tall carrying a gigantic greatsword fatter than his muscles like it was nothing. Anyway, my mother kept talking to me, probably trying to get my baby brain to learn the language-- which sounds like Latin I think? Meanwhile, my body was on a daily cycle of sleeping when I don't want to. Being a baby really sucks sometimes.

Sitting on the lap of my mother who was caressing me in her bosom, I was watching my dad who was currently chopping down a tree with a massively oversized one-handed axes. After about three swings my father brought it down, and the trunk split like a melon. The tree fell into two pieces. And then he began to chop it into smaller logs.

That's all I needed to know. My dad is like Kratos! The tree was huge, but I could tell he had all the strength and skill to cut it into smaller pieces.

And the awesomeness didn't stop there. My dad was a fighter as well. With his mighty greatsword. With quick and firm movements that were surprising for his massive build, his swinging speed carried enough force to break the sound barrier but was fluid enough to not leave an opening. In my world, (the world of video games), he would be a Berserker. A powerful rushdown warrior, possessing strong offense and defense capabilities and is capable of opening and exploiting holes in enemies' attacks. He would also be known for his ability to perform many powerful combos, usually with multiple weapons, and his high stamina.

With his fist, he smashed down any opponent that dared to stand in his way.

At least what mom is saying to me. It's hard to comprehend anything when my mom is speaking in a foreign language with a weird accent. My vocal cords and mind were still too young to grasp some of the words.

I have no idea what my mother does, but I assume it's strong magic. From what I learned from my dad, she heals people-- which is nice because she can heal dad when he is being stupid.

Well, I find out about that later when I'm older and have control over motor functions. The currency in this new world seemed pretty straightforward from the exchanges my mother had with the merchants. I think it's called gold coins, but I can't remember exactly what it's called.

1 Gold = 1USD

Meanwhile, I love this place. It's so much fun to explore and learn about what kind of things are out there. I was discovering the difference between this place and my previous life. When I grow up, I'll see what makes this town different.

A lot of people stopped by to talk with my mother about something. She was very fond of talking to others. I wonder if she was a social butterfly in her past life.

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