Chương 2: Chapter 1
I opened my eyes and the first thing I noticed was my height. I barely reached 5 feet, I had become a kid again. I had kept my same features as my previous world. Tan bronzed skin of a south east asian, unruly matted black hair due to years of neglect and round doe like brown eyes. I was a normal skinny guy but with an unkempt look.
So this made me look really ugly. I got up from my sprawled out position and checked what I was wearing. A torn shirt and shoddily patched up pants. They were falling apart from the seams.
I dusted myself off and came to a realization that I was the lowest class citizen in this medieval looking town, which I observed when I peeked out from the alleyway I was in a second ago. Too embarrassed to walk around in rags, as I was used to a different lifestyle, I stayed in the cool shady darkness of the alleyway.
After sitting down and spendind quite a bit of time thinking abkut what I should do, I remembered I had something that could potentially give me an edge. Magic. Specifically, Stealing Magic. This was the best tool for a street urchin like me. Speaking of my magic, I tried it on that ROB just before my transfer and definitely got something from him because he seemed shocked and furious.
It must be something intangible or abstract. Maybe I stole his lifespan or something. Woah! Would that mean I could live forever, if ever that had happened!? My thoughts were interrupted by my empty stomach gurgling and protesting for some food.
I stretch my hand out, my palm faced towards my target and aimed it at a baker selling his bread. I chose him because he looked he did well in his business compared to the other shops around. I may not feel guilty about stealing to survive but I ain't a monster.
There are certain limits one mustn't cross. Like rape or having hot-dogs with ketchup instead of mustard or hoes before bros.
I activated the magic through the phrase I whispered, "Steal." There was a tiny white spark in my hand and a long ass baguette was within my outstretched palm. It was almost half my height! Grinning to myself I was about to gorge myself of this bread, when I felt woozy and lost my balance plopping myself on the ground.
I sat there for a minute and slowly realized that I had used magic, since I used magic, I must have used mana. Therefore when mana is used one gets tired after -what I assume is- using a lot of it. So mana -if I'm correct- must be just like what it is in those role playing games I used to play.
I began eating and did not stop untill I finished a quarter of the baguette. A loud burp escaped from my bulging stomach. My shrunken stomach was due to the previous owner of this body starving for food.
I spent the whole day watching people go by as I nibbled on some the last piece of bread. I had used 'Steal' two more times. I targeting a boy of my size who was with his parents. I know this makes me sound like a pedophile but you need to understand I needed better clothes and there were no clothes shops around. I was also little embarrassed to go out in rags. I was probably younger than them anyways... atleast physically.
It was a cake walk, since the boy had only two thing in his possession, his shirt and his trousers. The first time, I stole the kid's trousers and the second time was his shirt. I wore it quickly and walked the other way from the mysterious vanishing clothes crime scene, that was forming around the crying kid and his bewildered parents.
I checked myself for fatigue induced from using magic, seems like I have enough juice for one more try. It was almost night time and I was currently standing on the rooftop of a merchant building, just opposite to a jeweller shop. I smiled wickedly and waited for the shop keeper to close his store.
It was a more minutes till he had started closing his shop. The fatass jeweller reached out tk close his register and lock it inside a safe when I timed it perfectly. "Steal" I whispered, and after a tiny spark a pouch fell into my lap.
I opened the pouch and there was a sharp intake of breath. In my hands were a bulging duffle bag of 'yuls' the currency of this place as I learnt passing my time in that alleyway. "Jackpot!" I chuckled to myself and happily hopped away to spend my newly gained wealth.
Meanwhile the shop keeper was wondering why the locked register he was carrying was half the weight when he started from his store. He would later figure out magic was involved in stealing his money, but would never catch the thief(me).
The first thing I did was to buy myself some new clothes, a well made snake skin belt and a sizable bear skin bag. I bought myself some fruits, nuts, bread and a jar of orange marmalade.
Next stop was the weapon shop. I was excited to get my first weapon in this world. He still did not know which world he was in. But that did not matter right now. What mattered was to get a weapon.
But what do I choose? I thought to myself as I entered the shop.
A sword? Yup, definitely. Its just way cooler. What type then? A Bastard sword, or a big-ass claymore? Nope. Not practical. My hands are like twigs, they will break off even while trying to lift it. A katana maybe? Oh! I could be like one of those samurai. A matching set of Katana and Wakizashi then.
I entered the shop, totally excited.
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