I was dreaming.
I'm not looking, I'm being shown. Passive authentic dreams to remember that impression.
"Thou hast arrived from an unreasonable place, O man of reason."
There, there is no intervention of my own will. No, even the definition of self is vague.
All and all. Individuals and all. Melting and mixing, the chaos of emotions and memories accumulates in crucifixion and regresses.
"Will you make a choice and speak differently?"
I (...) had been made aware that that was the reason for this dream.
But no matter how long, it won't come when I return. It was as if I refused to join them all, and one of them was left there.
"Let me give you reason for your circle."
fading consciousness. Recognition going to be closed. Memories of lost dreams.
The last sign of the light that plugged me in swept me out of that chaos.
I wonder why I thought death was over.
Were you experiencing never-ending death many times and thinking you were the only one?
When I accidentally regained consciousness--
"─ 4 + < ^ "
What was in front of me was the face of an aunt I didn't know.
I cover my brown hair with a white cloth and sweat on my forehead, maybe in my mid-30s.
He has a reassuring look on his gentle face.
I took my gaze off my aunt's face and checked my current situation.
"... ugh!
Stunning runs all over your body.
What the hell is this?
I was now being lifted in the hands of my aunt in front of me.
Small hands. Mukumuk and fat hands and feet. New born, nebulous liquid and purple skin stand out.
Surprisingly, the words out of your mouth are not Japanese, but the cries of a baby.
Duh... what's going on?
Wasn't I dead?
No... he must have definitely died. He was stabbed in the stomach and should have died. I've experienced it many times in my dreams. Same as the end. I did feel the moment my life overflowed.
Then... this situation...
Being severely upset by a situation I had never experienced before, I was redirected while being held up and forced to see the surrounding scenery.
Qualitative wooden rooms and people dressed somewhere familiar. She wears fabric clothes that are different from those made in Japan, and her hair color is really bright. Not a single brunette.
Even if I don't know the language, I can see that everyone is happy.
No way... is this a dream...?
A dream I'm having just before death. If that explains the situation, this time this baby is the character... is that what this is about...?
A critical compromise. A slight upset subsided after obtaining an unconvincing solution.
Is this still a dream...?
Yes, I can guess. I see a beautiful blonde in my sight. On her bet, sweaty, heavily disturbed breathing, her big breasts slowly stretched out her trembling hands and softly held my body.
It was me being hugged by a so-called blonde titty beauty, but I couldn't afford to feel anything sexual about it.
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Known in the ear (...) et al. (...) Y (...) Words are whispered.
I couldn't hide my confusion as I heard the words.
Maybe that's because I somehow understood.
Some differences with dreams. And the awareness that I'm dead.
The answers I could derive from them came to my mind.
─ ─ Could I be... reincarnated...?
From that day on, roughly three months of the month passed.
That day was the day I died and was given a new life.
After three months I was much more calm mentally and my understanding of the situation has progressed.
I'm apparently really reincarnated. Or you're in a dream that you can't remember forever, but that would be the same thing to say you've been reincarnated already.
Anyway, I never went back to the real world after three months. That means that there will be no return to reality forever... and I decided so, including perhaps my own hopes.
We finally got out of that fucking world. Yes, I want you to forgive me for not having to think cheaply either.
Anyway, all I know so far is that there are a lot of different things about words, but I've been reincarnated into a different world that looks a lot like a magical dream.
What the hell happened to me?
I don't know much about it, but I've learned a little bit about the situation I'm in now.
First of all, my name is Ray.
It is still unclear whether there is a family name or not, but many times it has been directed at me, and I'm sure it will be the first because its pronunciation has been directed at me. I haven't advanced my understanding of the words yet, but for one thing I just figured out the name. Is that better?
The names of the mother and father, which I still can't state clearly, are probably Mullah and Redick.
Mullah is a blonde with big tits holding me tight on my birthday. Redick, who wasn't home that day, returned a few days later.
It was fear that Muscle Dharma approached me as I returned and cried early. It's just me and Mullah who changed the Osimes that got me a little pissed off.
Embarrassing......!
In a way, this may be the biggest downside of reincarnation. No, of course not. Muscle Dharma, right? I'm talking about my spirit.
Now for some reason my spirit, even though normal emotions like shame remain intact, emotional restraints close to instincts like urination and appetite are no longer working at all.
But on the other hand, when you can't stand your appetite and call, the milk you are given. When I get this from Mullah, not a single piece of lust springs up on me. Just the feeling that I'm hungry.
Well, but let me just say one thing as someone who has experienced puberty.
It was pink.
That, then, is probably in tune with the body, and the spirit has been partially degraded. Give me an example, I'll leak it as soon as the urine comes, and if I'm hungry, I'll call it in. It's every day that shame is going to kill me.
It is the conclusion on this matter that I would have liked to have deteriorated, including shame, at any rate, but today and today my black history continues to be gradually engraved.
There are minor issues that need to be resolved as soon as possible, but I am generally satisfied with what is happening in this world.
Speaking on Earth, this place is close to the Middle Ages. But not exactly the same in this world where there is something that is not on Earth.
For example, Demon Stone.
I'm not sure where I brought it from, but apparently there are demonic stones here that are very similar to what I saw in my dreams. I mean, it looked like it, or vice versa. I don't know the difference.
No, the shape, size, and color of the goblins I hunted just before I died are different, but that's the same thing that happens when I hunt different demons in my dreams, and I can't say it's all different.
Honestly, finding differences with your dreams from here is a tricky move. I gave up early.
Other times, I put out chills first, but would magic do that?
In the Middle Ages, they said there was a witch hunt, so it's possible that it's a little bit, but it's also different from this world where magic is used in a big way.
The first time I saw this magic was when I tried to escape in my spare time and boredom.
I got out of a futon with no highs and no enclosures, and I got stuck with a big wall of steps. I slap a brave, challenging letter toward that step, in baby language, and then let's go! I jumped out all the way high.
As a result…
"Ohhhhhh!
I rolled off the steps and cried out for so much pain. I didn't cry when I was stabbed in the stomach, but I just hit him in the face and he cried, me, but I soon got something by Mullah, who heard me cry and ran away.
How did you get it, yes, it's magic. Magic took away the pain. I didn't even know what magic it was, but I'm pretty sure it was because I saw Mullah's hand glow white with this eye.
That's magic. Or something equivalent.
Well, it's also troublesome at this time, so we decide it's magic and move on, but this world was a very dream-like world with demonic stones and magic.
Perhaps there are demons and such.
Thinking about it, I also give up on clear dreams that I can no longer see since reincarnation. No, rather, it's a more convenient world for me than a clear dream.
In my dreams, I've changed my body about 50 times, so to speak, it was like being forced to interrupt in the middle of a game.
But this situation now is a cross-world adventure that can probably go on until the ending. I mean, there's no more forced interruptions.
"Ah."
After that, even this body, if we do something...
─ ─ In another three months.
Six months have passed since I was born. Six months later, I've also gained quite a bit of verbal proficiency. For one thing, 80% of conversations are now understandable.
Unfortunately, though, we still can't talk about whether throat development is a bad idea.
Come on, I'm getting tired of this house, too. At first it was full of rare things and I was desperate to learn the words, so I wasn't bored, but after six months I get bored.
Plus, it's very depressing that Redick, who for some reason has been home all day, tries to teach me his sword as a baby.
You can't do it, asshole.
That's why I decided to proceed simultaneously with verbal proficiency and walking practice, but I haven't been able to get out of the highs yet. Even from black history.
Reincarnation was funny at first, but it smells pretty annoying. Metastasis is easier. More importantly, the dream of possession was the easiest. Because the character was proficient to some extent, it was easy to make moves that could not be done in real life, and what I struggled with was about the height of balance and gaze.
... Well, I can't help complaining. I'm patient now.
But that kind of fold...
"Ray, I'm going out today."
Wouldn't Mullah say such fascinating words?
Haven't you accidentally roared and jumped? I hope I jumped, but it hurts unexpectedly and there's more black history.
Thus, in the midst of black history, he was forced to change and was taken out by low tension.
But...
"Ahhh!
Tensions swelled at once.
A city-like path in the idle wilderness. But in the distance you can see green mountains. The surrounding houses are made of wood, with large pillars of marutai supporting the building.
Is it a village in a nutshell? In the distance the fields expand, and all those who go on the road are women. Will the man be farming by now?
Everything is unusual and stirs my curiosity. I felt the depression that had accumulated recently blew up all at once.
So, uh, I saw Redick.
This guy... get to work. Everybody's working.
"Phew, I'm happy for you."
"The boulder is my son. Hold on to my blood."
"Ha... I'm worried I'll be stupid."
Mullah with a worried face. In contrast, Redick said, laughing much more luxuriously.
"I'm worried. Hey. And the blood of Ome."
"I hope so... well, that's something you'd know if you went to Gabaldi"
"Ouch."
Gabardi......?
I wonder what that is.
No, based on the content of the story, somewhere or something called a place name.
But am I hearing it wrong?
It was like going to look at genetic information if it was right now, but is that technology in this world?
There were a lot of questions. But unfortunately, I still can't hear it out of my mouth.
With all my doubts, I took a carriage that stopped at the entrance and exit of the village to a place called Gabardi.
"Awwww...!!
This is amazing again!
It's completely different from where I was just now. If that was the countryside earlier, the place I'm in is the city.
From the construction of the building, many seem to use stones, not trees, and above all the road is reinforced by a rock with a straight square. Plus, a big wall surrounding the whole city. Looks very sturdy, unlike the wooden onboro that was in the village.
You're starting to get nervous, aren't you? Is that village okay?
"It's been a long time since the city of Gabardi has either. How's Urkel?"
"Those hairy twitches are treading back and forth in the guild. You've become great."
"Actually, I do, so I don't have a choice. He's the best of us."
Somehow someone's name came up, but I'm not interested in these two acquaintances. What bothered me more than that was the statement about the city of Gabardi.
After all, it seems that the name of this city is Gabardi.
"Well, shall we go to church soon"
"Ouch."
Apparently, the purpose of coming to this city lies with that church. Is our lineage even in some kind of religion?
And, thinking Bo, I looked at Mullah's face all the time, and she smiled furiously and explained to me.
Somehow in this world, it seems customary to take a six-month-old baby and go to church, where they do what becomes a 'birthday ritual'.
I don't know what that means, but I got out of the house because of that habit. I have nothing to complain about.
Enjoy the outside world while you can.
I felt the church wasn't much different from what I saw in Japan. Only in shape.
There was just no cross. Well, is it obvious because it's not Christian? Instead, nine symbols were carved into the church building.
A symbol whose sword and balls are raised in the sky by someone who stands on the earth and bears the sun.
Symbol with sharp fangs and scratched nail marks overlapping.
A symbol with a small figure flying around a woman with a cane.
Symbols where things like swords and tonkachi intersect.
A symbol depicting a woman praying.
A symbol that mimics the side of a dragon.
A symbol of a woman growing feathers standing in front of a large tree.
A symbol depicting a skeleton weaving a cape with a sickle in its hand.
A symbol of a man standing on a rough wave and with a spear divided into three parts.
They all come in different shapes. Each one shows a different pattern.
What would this be?
Is it what this church worships?
Without getting that answer, I went inside the church.
Inside the church, a long chair lined up beside it, before which there was a place to pray. Standing in front of it, a man in white. Is it a so-called priest?
Mullah and Redik approach the man. Finally, shall we do the ritual of birth and the doings? I was just a little excited about the first culture I saw.
Look at me like that, Father.
"Did you come to receive your birthday ritual today?
"Yeah. His name is Ray. It's been about six months since I was born."
"Really? Okay, come here."
That's what I said, and what I was invited to do was pray for the altar. Mullah stands there holding me, and a priest stands before him. When the priest takes out a single board, he begins to close his eyes and chant to pray.
"On the other hand, Ray's birth was heard by God. It has Ray's name. I will show you the talent your soul will engrave, and you will want to grow your soul further. Respond to that voice in the presence of God."
That's what you said and put your hand over my head, Father. The hand bears a thin, white light at the same time as it is finished. And if you put that hand on the plate, won't the light begin to move from hand to plate?
I nailed my eyes at something more than I expected.
I wonder what that is.
Yes, when she looked up at Mullah's face for answers, she said with a laugh later. Live and kill!
Thus, at the end of the birth ritual, he received a plank of light and turned back to the village.
I was softened and restless in the carriage home, and I saw Mullah's face, and I saw Redick's face, and I pointed at the board, and Mullah told me to come back later.
After a terrible life, I stumbled across the carriage. I was trying to distract you. Then some shadows that seemed far away. That's...
"Oh, there's a demon."
"Hmm? What kind of guy?
"Oak, oak"
Heh, is that the oak? You're just like a dream. Well, there 'll be individual differences, so there's a slight difference, but at first glance, I don't know the difference.
Pork nose and ears. The ugly, fat belly is wrapped with a dirty cloth. Looks like he's got a weapon too.
I'm coming in step by step. I looked at it, and I looked in the carriage. Then Mullah noticed the gaze and started explaining the oak what she thought.
"That's a monster called Oak. Basically everywhere in the world, it's a monster with only a lot of numbers. But demons attack people when they see them, so we have to be careful, right? Well, the orcs aren't that strong. For example... Fireball"
Vision stains red. That's because a fireball appeared right on the side of the carriage.
Roaming in the fireball. The balls are bright red and hot enough that my skin seems to burn just to be nearby.
The sphere of fire burst into flash as it flew to the oak. The oak enveloped his whole body in fire, evaporating without hesitation and disappearing into chilli.
"... how easy it is to take them down."
".................. ahhh"
... This guy may be the type of person you shouldn't piss off.
After feeling just a little scared like that, I went back to the house and I quickly called them 'Awwwww!' I asked him.
Come on, good morning!
Come on, tell me what that is!
The time for life and death is over. Damn, tell me what that strange board is!
And, uh, I've said it.
Then they laughed gently and handed me the board.
I'll take it away soon......... I can't read it...
The board was full of letters I didn't know. It's an extra size board on the baby's palm, but there's all kinds of letters written there that I don't know as one.
I asked for an explanation. Read it!
"Ahhh!"
"Yes, yes, you're gonna show me? Which one……………………………! Shh, wow. Redick, look at this! This kid's already got skills! And this level…"
"Whoa! That's awesome! That's my boy!
Whoa? Whoa?
Skills or levels?
Oh, my God.
"Ahhh!
Explain it to me! And, to the raised voice, Mullah explained to me one by one, in a way that she couldn't hide her excitement.
She said this board would show my status. To sum up the status Mullah taught me, here's my status now.
Name: Ray
Race: Human (Toddler)
Age: 0
Level: 47
Vitality: 17
Muscle Strength: 5
Health: 3
Agility: 1
Endurance: 3
Dexterity: 2
Intelligence: 18
Magic Power: 26
Normal Skills
"Observation" Level 2: Makes it easier to recognize the subject's condition.
"Space" Level 2: Be able to grasp the movement within the space around you.
Unique Skills
"Experience Accumulation" Level 1: Accumulate excessive experience. Automatically activated. Accumulation 0
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Title: "@ & $"
The first thing I thought about it was this level. I hear I already have 47. Speaking of memories of doing something, I only remember running away from my ugly father, but how the hell did I get to the level?
Besides, despite the 47, what is this loneliness of talent? If it was Kanst at 100, I'd be totally stuffed.
If muscle strength 5 is what this baby's body is showing, there's no way it's ever going to be high.
But there is definitely a way to increase your talent. That's what I can tell from how excited these two are.
I guess it just means he was reincarnated. Perhaps I'm more likely to be jumping through now than anything else.
I have anxiety.
But because of that. I don't know if there's ever been a second chance like this. Besides, I don't know what that means, but I even have unique skills.
Why don't we use this reincarnation cheat and mysterious skill to make it up?
And I'm going to play this world out thoroughly.