Chapter 3: Chapter 1
At the top of a mountain far from Orario, a violent storm could be seen. Swirling black clouds and a harsh blizzard hit the mountain peak with the fury of the gods. Standing amidst the storm was a single man. A cloak billowed out behind him. His face was that of a middle-aged man, with a harsh glare present on his face and the ice storm around him. He truly looked like a terrifying god of ice. The man's brown hair swayed in the wind. The ice frozen in the ends added a blue tint that matched his cruel eyes. The conch shell in the man's hand looked ordinary but once the man brought it to his lips. He blew a blistering gale out the other end that in its wake froze all life on the mountain. With a cruel smirk, he started his descent over the icy mountains towards Orario.
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I woke up. That might not sound like a big deal to people who have been doing that their whole lives but to me. That might have well been winning the lottery. I awoke not in the frozen hell of Earth nor my old room in the void but in a shabby hut in the countryside. Based on the house's materials and the surrounding furniture. This must be a different time period or a different world. These materials weren't good enough to survive in Earth's apocalyptic-level winter. It must have been early morning because I could hear the pleasant sound of birds and smell fresh dew. Getting up wasn't difficult. I felt light and full of energy. Though also terribly short. My hands outstretched in front of me seemed tiny in comparison to what I remember.
'I'm a child. This sucks.' I grumbled. Couldn't I just spawn in as a handsome guy? This is supposed to be like those reincarnation stories, right? Ok, well, I guess it isn't the end of the world. 'System. Stats... Info?.' I might be screwed. But then it dawns on me. Hmph, my previous life's knowledge is enough of a gift. If I can't succeed with this extra help, doesn't that mean I'm useless anyway?
'I don't need a reincarnation cheat. I am the cheat itself.' I stated resolutely. After all, who can say they are living their second life with all the memories of their first?
I look over to see some clothes by my bedside which I quickly get into. They are slightly too big but still decently comfortable and warm. Afterwards, I scamper out the door into the main room of the house. A sizable front room greets me. a large central fireplace still warm from last night's fire. In the room, I see a woman. This is the first time I see someone since waking up.
'She is beautiful...' I can't help but admire her. She stands at 5'6 or so and has beautiful straight platinum blonde hair that reaches the middle of her back. I can't see her face since she faces the other way. Her figure is excellent and I can't help but want to stare at her longer. She sits up at a table with a small doll in her hands. Slowly threading a needle into the doll over and over. Sensing my gaze, she turns around. Making eye contact with me, she is momentarily startled before a loving and heartfelt look fills every corner of her gaze.
'My mother'. A little voice whispers to me. I believe it immediately. No one could fake such a loving look. Her name eludes me, but I pace towards her. She is every definition of the word beauty. Truly a stunning woman anyone would be proud to marry.
"Isfrid, good morning my baby. Are you ok?" The words sound like honey in my ears. Her voice is melodic in a way that sounds like every word is part of a song. I can feel the emotions of my body responding to her, quickening my heartbeat and bringing forth a feeling of joy. For the first time in a very long while, I smile.
"I'm good, Mum," I say after a brief moment of silence. I see her smile waver at my response. Did I say something wrong? Don't tell me she isn't my mother. Oh god, what have I done? Did I blow my cover already? What if she finds out I'm not her actual son and she hates me for killing her real one? I'm finished.
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It's been a few weeks since I've usurped this child body I now inhabit. At first, I was terrified of being found out as an imposter but as it turns out. I'm an orphan. My 'Mum' Chione isn't my actual mother. She decided to take me in after finding my body asleep in the woods. My only possession was a note with my name Isfrid on it and a small unidentified gemstone hanging from my neck. Also, about being the murderer of the original Infrid while I am sad, unfortunately, it was completely out of my control and as such I can't bring myself to feel too upset.
I currently live with my 'mother' Chione and her father, Daedelion. My grandfather is an ex-adventurer who recently retired because he didn't feel the need to risk his life for capital anymore. He stands at a proud 6'3 and has an impressive beard that matches his impressive physique. He is very protective of Chione and that is why she doesn't seem to have any marriage prospects at 19.
That would sound weird in my original world Earth because 19 was considered young to get married in the modern era but I now know that I live in a different world. I came to this conclusion relatively quickly and became certain after seeing a world map. The landscape is nothing like Earth and even Magic exists.
Grandpa explained that gods walk among us and can bestow their divine power to mortals in the form of falna. Which gives the human races the ability to level up and increase their power. He claimed to be a top-level 3 adventurer and when I doubted his prowess he decidedly split a boulder in half in front of me with just a fist. The excitement of seeing a superhuman feat for the first time could not be matched. A bubbling hunger for power I've never experienced roared in delight at such a display of might.
'If I could be that strong...' I thought grimly. 'I could have saved my friends on Earth'
After that, I begged my grandfather to train me physically until I was old enough to go to Orario on my own since he promptly rejected me when I said I wanted to move there. It may have been only a few weeks but I missed being looked after like a kid again. Chione and the old man gave me that familial warmth I hadn't received in a long time. It may have not even been a month since I came to this world but if anything happened to either of them. There would be hell to pay.
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egg_tart who do you want as a potential love interest? and do you want a harem? I'm completely okay with any option but keep in mind I'm a relatively newbie writer. also, until the MC is an adult his POV will be more childish. His base personality will always match his environment and as such is childish when he is a child. a peeve of mine is when children in reincarnation stories are super mature when that is literally not how brains work...
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