The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

Babies can only be tits sucking, crying, sleeping, leaking...... that much.

But I, naturally, have nothing to cry about. I'm too old for that!

And if you're hungry, you shave your tits on your own, and if you leak, you don't panic, you don't make a scene, you self-declare.

I don't think so myself that if I suck at this, you're the devil's child... but if I did it with a little smile on my face, I was treated like an angel.

Hmm. Adults are choosy.

Our village is poor, and there is not even a single glass window in the wooden house that we build.

Of course, there is no “I” on the soundproofing device.

For that reason, when a baby is born in some house, the neighbors have to be prepared to cry at night and not sleep.

But! Going there, how quiet of me.

As far as I can remember, I've never cried before.

Your mother seemed to have had a shallow sleep too, wary of my night crying at first, but now she's done better. I don't wake up from shaving my tits.

For that reason, the villagers are in a very good mood, and they tease me apart.

There are some aspects of me trying to be cheated on by everyone.

Because my "life expectancy as a prodigy" has less than seven years left.

For that reason, I gathered people around me by waving love to many people, desperately absorbing language.

And the results are good!

Now, in my fourth month of life, I can almost understand the conversations that people are having around me.

I couldn't master a foreign language at all in my previous life...... I'm surprised myself. Humans, if you're willing to die, you can do anything.

Or maybe it's a move that the baby's brain can take for absorption?

No, then there's the genius ability hidden from me... no, yeah, there isn't.

Oh, and I don't lack the practice of speaking the language either.

Though it was the first time I was confused by the infant's mouth and tongue, I feel like I could somehow utter something wordy without my tongue.

At the age of four months, though, he said, "Mother, I am hungry. Expose your breasts immediately."

The only good words a toddler can utter are "Hi", "Churn" and "Baboo".... You're kind of a toddler who's going to make strange footsteps on Sunday evening.

By the way, the first word I utter for practice is' Heaven, Heaven, Heaven, and Heaven, and Heaven, and Heaven, and Heaven, and Heaven, and Heaven, and Heaven, and Heaven, and Heaven, and Heaven, and Heaven, and Heaven.

... nothing else, right? Yeah, I'm humble!

I would like to learn to read and write letters all the time...... very unfortunately no one in our village seemed to be able to read the letters properly.

I'm sure, at a minimum, you can read about simple signs and signs...... even the oldest village chief in the village, but you won't be able to even decipher the book.

So every once in a while I sneak into your father's room and try to read a book that's in the desk drawer.

But your mother says your father couldn't read the letters either. This book seems to be the shape of your father's friends, so it doesn't make sense to the content itself?

When that happens, you don't even know what this book is, so you can't possibly decipher something like that with no hint.

... God is dead.

Nevertheless, that's not true when it comes to anything else to do. At best, is it about looking for your mother because she's getting hungry?

Feeling the concern of moving too much into infancy to become a macho in the future, I crawl through the house looking for my mother.

Then instead of your mother, I saw another family.

A little boy with thick blonde hair like honey and sharp eyes.

It's my brother, Logna.

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When your brother sees me in his sight, he stares at me jeezy as if to stare.... Could they hate you?

There's no such fact as I'm shady and harassing you, but I'm sure you're feeling childish jealousy.

Your brother is currently a little over five years old. Even though I'm still an assortment of kids who want to be sweet, your mother's eyes are turned on me when I was just born.

Still, I'm an abnormally untouchable child, so I suppose your mother still cares for your brother, but doesn't he still care?

Well, until now, you've had a beautiful mother to yourself. It's the only way.

Besides, unlike your brother, I've been super flabbergasted by all the villagers.

For God's sake, I'm always waving my love. That's about as much as "terrorism" already. It's love terrorism.

Thanks to me I'm a village favorite...... no, idol...... rather an angel!

My toddler strength is 530,000. You're not in the same shape as your always musty and ill-loving brother. Ho, ho, ho!

Even today, grandparents, elderly wives, girls my mother and my age, and even my still little ones, come to adore me from a little away home.

From your brother, maybe your younger brother, who was born later than you, seems to have scratched all your mother and the people in the village.

I have lived a life where no one loved me in my previous life, no one could help me, and overworked me to death in solitude.

For this reason, I am more desperate than anyone when it comes to being loved.

And one thing I learned is, 'People love you more or less if you show them all you can from here'!

So I think I don't like me very much, and I'm going to make them mellow and bone free.

You're living so hard. From me, I have to say that your brother loves you and doesn't work hard enough.

Brother, the world is survival of the fittest. People who don't know what to do are eliminated, right? Pfft.

Even today, I am attracted to everyone in the village by putting out their favorite aura. Eat, beloved beam!

Come on, you all have to love me! Ha ha!