章節 157: Blessed With Knowledge 2
(Gale POV)
You know, I've read a decent amount of fanfiction throughout my life. A lot of it was utter and complete garbage meant only to make myself feel better after shitty days at work. But there is one thing they all got right.
Being a baby sucks!!!
You have no bladder control, in addition to barely having control of your own stomach, in addition to having to be dependent on others for your own sustenance. Good Lord, as soon as I learn some mental magic, I am deleting a decent amount of what I've seen from my memory.
[+50 CP Achievement: First Breath]
[+50 CP Achievement: First Nap]
[+50 CP Achievement: First Breastfeeding (The Creator Found Your Face Hilarious)]
[350 CP Remaining]
The book just continued to float above me, the words themselves present through a type of text that I can see, kind of like someone taking a pen to the very air itself. However, I am barely able to see it due to my eyes being underdeveloped. Everything is kind of just a blurry haze.
Note that down as another thing that I hate about being a child.
Poke
Not to mention the thousand other thoughts racing through my mind, as while I do know of this universe, my knowledge of it is very surface level. I know there is a type of Illuminati group called the Light that is run by a 1,000-year-old caveman and the chaos lord he keeps as a pseudo-pet.
Poke
Not to mention the other members of the group that would come, that being people like Deathstroke and Lady Shiva. But to be honest, as long as they don't have the bullshit prep time of Batman, all it would take is one killing curse from a world like Harry Potter to be rid of them, unless they know some kind of life force manipulation.
Poke Poke
Breathing slightly as to not harm my young lungs with deep breaths, I wonder if I should've asked the angel if I could've just skipped this. But I imagine he wanted me to use this time as a sort of therapeutic self-reflection.
Poke
The world isn't safe after all, and I'm going to have to make a lot of decisions… decisions I never thought I'd make. But the path of magic is dangerous to say the least. How did that thing go again? Those who deal in magic walk with death.
A bit too edgy for me, but they are right about one thing: magical freedom comes at a cost, to both the mind and the soul. I'm not going to attempt to convince myself that what I'm going to do in the future is right. And I will admit it does bring a small pain in my heart that my family, even in this life, will be disappointed in me.
Poke
That or somehow become an actor that can make Batman blush and somehow stealthily get rid of all of my problems, but knowing this universe, anything can happen.
I mean, hey, tomorrow this world could be invaded by another Earth where the Amazons have taken over the planet and all that's left are females that are created through magical insemination…. Comics and their animated universe counterparts truly are strange.
Poke Poke-
As soon as Zatanna tries to poke me again, I lightly grip her hand, which causes her to smile and do that baby babble/laugh that they do. And I do admit, I have been catching a bit of the feels. But then the intrusive thoughts come in that I am now the brother of probably one of the most Rule 34-intensive superheroines on the planet. All I can do at this point is just sigh in disappointment that this is where my thought process is going.
Continuing to hold her hand, as she seems to find whatever is so interesting about my left hand continuously baffling, I just look outside the window of the nursery room. It's been a day since we were born, but yet the book hasn't really done anything, only tallying up these points.
From what I could remember from my shattered memories is that this place is somewhere in Queens, but thankfully this isn't the Marvel universe, and New York isn't supervillain central. That award goes to Gotham City in a couple of years at least.
Thankfully, I can summon the book and read its contents mentally, and I saw what I got thanks to the creator's gift, and to say that I sent a prayer of thanks is to say that women in comic universes are not loyal. Only the very few….
[+100 CP Gained…Would You Like To Purchase Shielded Soul?]
Sending an immediate confirmation mentally, the book then opens as light begins to pour out of it, and as that light condenses, it is then sent into me, and soon enough I feel as if my mind and soul have gained a sort of blanket around them. It feels comforting in a way, like professionally made armor that barely feels like armor to say the least.
RWBY: The Games We Play/Shielded Soul: (-400 CP)
Yours is, as a matter of fact. Souls, and their manipulation and mutilation, is a huge thing in this reality, and it's a really good thing to be protected. Which you are! Not only are you immune to any and all kinds of attacks on your mind or soul, you also have an ability, and a very strong one, to follow such attacks back to their sources and even redirect them if you know what you're doing.
And that's just in the beginning. With time, you can learn to extend this protection to other things innate to you, such as your Aura, even its external manifestations, and other equivalent powers or abilities you acquire in the future. Once you reach a certain level of skill with this power, all of those become inviolable as well, utterly beyond the petty manipulations of your enemies.
[50 CP Remaining…Would You Like To Roll Again?]
Considering the fact that I was on a decent lucky streak, I send another mental confirmation, and again the book begins to shine in a glowing yellow light, but then sputters out…. And to say I was disappointed is an understatement.
League of Legends/Star Dragon Hatchling: (-400 CP)
Somehow, you've got your mitts on the egg of an almighty Star Dragon, a creature capable of creating stars with barely a thought. Unfathomably powerful, there is only one Star Dragon known to exist, and he's existed since the universe began. And you've got an egg for one. In time, this hatchling will grow into a deific being capable of creating entire galaxies. The rub, though, is that the time it'll take for your hatchling to grow up is roughly a hundred trillion years, and that time cannot be shortened through breeding, gene-manipulation, or time-manipulation. The sad news is, you're probably not going to have a pet deity until you no longer really need one, but in the meantime, he's gonna make a really, really cool little dragon buddy.
[Roll Failed…50 CP Remaining]
The book then shuts as I am just left stewing over the fact that I just lost the chance to get a fucking star dragon!!!! And it may just be my current newborn state amplifying my emotions, but I feel like having a tantrum right now…. But I am a grown-ass man, I can handle a bit of disappointment.
It doesn't bother me. It doesn't bother me at all. It doesn't bother me…. It bothers me… it bothers me a lot!
Poke Poke
And Zatanna is touching my cheeks again.... Truly, this shall be my greatest challenge.
However, as I again look out the window and see the night sky, I find my irritation lowering, as again the thought sets in my mind that I have a second chance and I'm not gonna waste it.
And as Zatanna finally quiets down, I find that she has somehow scooted over next to me, and being the now older brother that I was, and I definitely am the older brother by an hour, I simply allow Zatanna to do what she wants.
Simultaneously, I find my own eyes beginning to droop, and the last thing I see before I fall asleep is the door opening to the nursery.
(Sindella POV)
Opening the door as quietly as I can to make sure I don't interrupt the children's rest, I entered to find probably one of the cutest things I have ever seen.
Looking over to my husband, who is slinking behind me, I see his eyes beginning to waver as he attempts to remain silent. As we slowly walk across the carpeted floors, we simply watch as the children rest, one hand in the other.
And while I really shouldn't, my arms move faster than I can think not to, and soon enough I'm holding Gale in my arms with Zatara holding Zatanna. And as we take a seat in the two separate chairs that we kept in the nursery, I simply hold the child close to my chest.
But as I feel a slight presence in my mind, I look over to my husband and see him hold a finger up to his head, and as I allow the mental presence inside my mind, I hear my husband's voice echo.
"Does it feel like you are dreaming as well, my wife?" The question does send me down slightly, but as I hold my child in my arms, and I can feel the warmth, I can tell with definitive judgment that this is no dream.
I could spend days just listening and watching as my child's chest rises and falls as he breathes in and out. To be honest, it's unfair to be so cute.
Zatara simply smirks hearing my thoughts, yet as he holds out one of his hands, cradling the child with the other, we grasp each other's hands as our smiles never leave our faces.
But yet in our connection, I can feel a slight amount of doubt, and as I look into my husband's eyes, I see a grim sight. And as I give him a questioning look, a few words send the sadness down the depths of my mind.
"I am sorry, my wife, but Gale… I see no potential in magic… I am sorry." I can feel my heart constricting in my chest hearing those words in my mind, yet as I looked down, I saw the child innocently resting in my arms.
Shaking my head, the smile reappearing on my face, all I can think of is one thing to say. "It doesn't matter, my beloved Giovanni. If our boy cannot rend the stars above, all he needs is his father to do it for him. I do not care if he cannot make things disappear or pull ridiculous things out of that ridiculous top hat of yours. All I want is for them to be happy."
Giving him the hardest look I could, Giovanni sighs in relief as he nods in my direction.
"You are right as always, my beloved. Whether our children can use magic or not, I would give up the world for them and for you." Even without him saying a word, I am falling for him all over again.
Rising up from the chair, I bend downwards and plant a kiss on his lips, to which he returns with much more reverence than I would like in front of the children, and as I pull away, he smirks at me, seeing my rather red expression.
With a small and involuntary pout, mind you, I turn away and sit back down, simply enjoying the moment as we both stared out into the night sky.
(Failed Rolls: DC Comics/Mother Box (-500 CP), Ragna Crimson/The Perfect Disguise (-400 CP))
[Remaining CP: 250 CP]
(Well, my friends, that is another chapter down. I'm going to try to keep the whole childhood thing decently short, but gonna have to give him some time to ramp up, so to speak. I hope you all have a wonderful day, and do feel free to give some plot points for the future. Also, if any of you guys are wondering, these perks after the first chapter are entirely random, so the last failed rolls of this chapter really make you feel bad for the boy.)
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