I hear my mother's voice, she seems worried about how I end up, sleeping on the floor. Her being worried makes me kind of happy but I try to suppress my emotions. She takes me in her arms. After some breast feeding I get carried to the living room

If I want to be able to speak their language , I have to look for something with a higher quality. The toys in my room won't do any good. I crawl around the living room to find something of value, best case would be if it contained some magic. I look around only to find nothing.

My father came back from work. He works as a village guard and is respected by his peers. Due his strength he proved to be useful in some dire situations. He sometimes invites some friends over who are also from the village guard. They were getting drunk and told stories how they defeated some monsters on their patrol. They would praise my father that was clear even If I can't speak their language yet, it was obvious from their body language.

My father was always excited to get home as he wanted to do father things. It was really extreme sometimes. He always shows me his pride which is his sword. The sword of his went with him thru life and death situations. The sword was of high quality, it was not in the best condition. It was a double edged broadsword with a Damascus kind of steel. The sword was at least 1 meter and 20 centimeters long, its width was about 9 centimeters and it was magical for sure. I think he tries to brainwash me into liking swords. It is not like I have something against these old fashioned weapons. It is just I prefer more high tech weapons like guns.

Though seeing the broadsword of my father I kinda get interested again. I a weapon fanatic had a phase were I was into swords and spears. In my former life I used to have a katana collection. When I mentioned my collection to some people they would laugh or gave me strange views. What ever now I am in a world were it is not shameful to wear a sword. You can even carry it outside.Not bad, I think I might like it being her in this world even though there is no internet.

After my father's swords display my mother comes in. She seemed worried about how close I was to the swords and scolded my father.

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(Roland darling you shouldn't let Thourus near swords, it's dangerous he could cut himself.)

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(Don't worry he is silently sitting there and nodding when ever I show him my swords. He never touches them.Comon I think he likes swords.)

They seem to argue. Poor father even though I hated him at first,I think he is not such a bad guy. The reason thinking like that is that we both share a passion, weapons. Seeing him care for his swords and especially his broadsword made me remind of my katana collection. I hoped they were in good hands now after I died in my former world. I have to do something or else the my father is not allowed to show of his weapons

Seeing them argue in a language I couldn't understand yet, made me giggle. The language is so strange sounding. Well what ever. I can't bear this farce anymore.

I stand up and try to walk. My parents seeing that stopped arguing and looked at me with astonished eyes. I practiced some walking so it should be fine. I slowly take steps and try too keep my balance. It was quite difficult to get adapt to a baby's body but since I am a genius I got used to it quick. It would be shameful if I couldn't walk.

My parents became euphoric seeing me try to walk. They cheered at me and encouraged to come to them. They where saying my name, Thorus. I have to say that this name suits me, I like it. They patted their knees and made signs that indicated that I should come to them. They glared at each other and seemed competitive.

So I have to choose Eh?. Even though I don't have feelings for both hof them, I at least have some sympathy for Roland, as he is into weapons. And my mother for giving me that life juice from her tits. I swore to my self I wouldn't meddle with humans but I also might enjoy this and let them spoil me.

I make sure that I make the right choice. I go to my father's direction, he is pleased seeing that and is cheering me on even louder. My mother didn't give in and try to get me on her side. This is a real cringe worthy situation. I go to my father and and grab his hand and drag him. He is following me with a confused face, I then go to my mother, who also is standing confused. Taking her hand in my ,I take both of their hands and connect them, making sure they grab each other.Then I place my hand on top of their hands. Man this is some serious Hollywood shit.

Seeing them realize the gestureI just made, my mother was glad and some tears flowed from her beautiful face. My Father was laughing and smiling, taking me into his arms and makes a group hug with my mother together. I couldn't escape so I had to endure a rather unpleasant moment . For a normal child this would be a bliss, but for me it is not, as my brain tries to keep my personality. That personality involves hatred and some other badass shit like madness. I assume it is a protection mechanism from my brain that keeps sane. What ever-

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(Roland darling look, he has understood we argued and brought us together. He loves us equally, such a wonderful child. He is really intelligent for his age.")

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(Sophie honey, as expected from my beautiful wife to bear such beautiful child.Hahahah")

Yo what are they talking about, this sucks. It is like watching a foreign movie without subtitles. But one thing is clear the pink atmosphere is disturbing. Seeing my mother blush after he laughed sparked some erotic tension between them. Noticing that my stomach grumbled and I felt like throwing up.

After having some lovely milk they put some baby clothes on me. I get carried by my mother together with my father, looks like we are leaving the house.Thats good because

I kind of got tired only being in the house. Now I could see what kind of people there are in this world.

Finally getting outside, I see a fenced garden, it has some flowers and shit, like your average garden.

Outside never ending plains with farms could be seen. We walked down the to the village located at the west .On the east there is a huge forrest. After 10 minutes we arrived at the village. Seeing the Village was disappointing, I thought it would be bigger and more fantasy like. But there is roughly 60 wood houses with with a large town hall, it seem more like a big stall.

Walking down the market district I was surprised that it was rather big. Various people of different races walked around and greeted my mother and father. That's good. I have to gonna let them spoil me. I need them to buy me a gift. At best the magical kind, so I can fix the problem with the language barrier.

After they bought their necessities they visited a magic shop. In the shop an old man was standing. He was roughly 120 CM big. The old man wore a brown shirt and short brown pants. His white full beard and bald head made him look wise. In front of him was a counter that displayed various magical Items.

I see various items in front of me. There is a bluish ring. Seems normal at first but you can tell it is forged from different metal. This was not a normal ring that is for sure.

Looking further I see a bracelet a necklace and a dagger. The dagger catches my interest as it is of a light blues steel. It seems light weight and a blue gem is embedded. This should be enough to attain their language.

I must act wisely, seeing my father inspecting the magical goods. I make a cry and all eyes are on me. Then I point to the dagger. My father sees it and takes the dagger in his hand.

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("So you want this Thourus?)

Nice old man you at least you realized. I nod.

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(Darling see, he wants a weapon.Shall we buy him?")

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("What are you thinking, it is much too dangerous to give a dagger to a baby. He could hurt himself.")

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(Fine, you are right we wait wait until he is older.)

Seeing my father resign at my mother's argument,makes all hope of obtaining the dagger lost. I look around, to look for something not so dangerous. I was too greedy wanting that dagger.

Inspecting the shop I see some shields, swords, spears, bows ,daggers and and some magic staffs.

I think the magic staff is safe, I need too have that. One of them has a red gem on top of it,and had some nice quality wood. It was of light brown color. On top of the staff there are four wooden claws holding the red gem. It was about 90 CM big and the gem was cut precisely and was of square shape, roughly 10 CM wide and 10 CM long.

I need that not only does it look badass, the staff would provide me enough material to gain the speaking ability. So I can get rid of the language barrier, get some information about the world read some books if I have to but I rater avoid that.

Ending my ray of thoughts I confirm my situation, Ok lets go. Remove any doubts in your head, it is either you get the magic staff or not.

I try to point at the magic staff and try to get down from her arms. Seeing me struggling and showing such intent she yielded and let me down.

As expected she would let me go. She actually want me to have the magic staff. I assume that the recent events, where I showed more interest in swords, made her jealous. Thinking I would become a swordsman and neglect magic.

I go to the staff an point at it.

Astonished about my behavior at such young age. They look at me and the shop owner seems to give some words of praise. Which my parents thankfully receive. They laugh arkwarkly for a moment and face me again. My mother took the initiative.

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(Roland darling look he wants the magic staff lets buy him the one he wants.)

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(What about his safety, if he gets to get a staff than he also gets a dagger.)

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(Don't be stubborn darling, he can't cut himself with a wooden staff and he can't use magic at such young age. It will be a magic inspiring toy for him. So I think it is a good idea to buy him one.Don't you think so darling.)

Wow I have never seen that face on my mother such coldness and killing intend. The face all relaxed, the eyebrows slightly angled.As expected of a demon mother.

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(You are right I was out of it. Owner how much for the magic staff over there.?)

Seeing him resign with and pointing at the staff made clear, I'll be gettin this badass staff. I exploited my mothers insecurities, I am such a bad boy.

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(Normally it costs 20 gold but because it is you I will give it to you for 7 gold.)

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(Oh thanks, we appreciate that. I definitely take that.)

I see my mother giving the money

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(Here take this as gift. This is not much but just a tiny shield.)

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(Thank you so much,for everything)

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(Your welcome and thanks for keeping the village safe Mr. Stoneheart")

Not bad, the shield's radius is about 15 CM. It is a has a sun carved on the surface, with beautiful sunrays carved in a symmetric pattern, pointing at every direction.

Jackpot.

Having every thing packed my parents thanked the old man and we left the shop.

I am so satisfied, as we have purchased such high quality materials. Now walking back home I really begun to look in the eyes of the peasants around me. There are lot of varieties but unfortunately no cat girls. Seeing a stunning elf running by, I think I am in paradise. No don't give in. Temptation has caused lots of misery.

Coming home my mother puts me on the floor to put the groceries into the kitchen. My father gives me the shield to play with, as my mother sees that she starts complaining.

I take the the shield and try to hold standing. To my surprise I could hold it very well. Is there some enchantment? Or is it because I am half demon that I can carry this shield with such ease. The latter did not make sense, as it would be ridicules that a baby could carry a heavy bronze shield. But then again I am in a fantasy world. Well I don't give a shit.At least it works, I don't question how.

Seeing my parents shocked and amazed I think I over did it. Most baybies would shit there pants and cry when they are hungry. But for am I am a genius and reincarnated I was not like the others my age.

Me standing there in defending position, made them confused but happy at the same time.

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(Dear do you see that, he is holding the shield like a proper solider. Hahahaha he'll become a swordsman for sure. He's such a genius.)

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(Such a wonderful child. He is caring, and has great understanding.

His inteligent is way ahead his age.")

Seeing them happy was not the reaction I anticipated. I thought mother would yell at my father, for giving me the shield. My mother instead took the magic staff and gave gave it me to encourage me.

What the hell, is my mother also becoming a fanatic? Well I think it is good that my mother encourage me to hold the magic wand. It only could mean that she is going to teach me some magic in the near future. Even if I have this creation power of mine, It would be foolish too only rely on that. I see it more as a crafting power, not for combat even though It has some combat potential, if I can convert things quick enough.

Holding the staff which is also pretty light for me, I play around with it a little bit putting the shield away.

After ten minutes I got tiered of playing around. My mother approaches me and picks me up. It is breast feeding time again. Well here we go.

*Glup*

Ahhh the sweet taste of breast milk. The milk is creamy and sweet.

After I was breast fed, my mother wanted to put me back to bed. Seeing the shield and staff still laying around, I begin to cry. Signaling my mother to put me down, I reach to the shield and staff. Holding the shield and staff I refuse it to be taken away from it. I make it clear with a gesture turning away from them.

My father started laughing at this sight. He stood proudly with his arms on his waist.

Seeing me like that my mother can't help but sigh and laugh too. She take me in here arms with my stuff. In my room she takes my staff and shield off from me and puts them next to the chest. Seeing her putting it in my room is so convenient. I love it when a plan works. Thinking that I slip a disgusting smile.

I pretend to fall asleep as I want them to leave.

After they left, I think about what I'm going to do. First I have to wait until my parents go to sleep. It would be bad if I am interrupted while converting the staff.

Second, I have to think about the details of what I'm going to create. Just speaking is not enough I also need to be able to read. It also wouldn't be bad if I learn all the languages of this world.

I need to make a pill when swallowed would grand me this ability.

After some serious thinking, I now can begin as my parents are probably asleep. They don't come to check me out anymore. 'Ok lets go', I say to my self and jump down the bed.

I take the staff and imagine the pill that will me allow to speak and read in their language. Including all other languages of this world. The red aura is spreading coating the magic staff. It changes its size and is glowing, taking the shape of a pill.

Puh that was hard, I am almost out of mana. I swallow the pill and try to go back to bed. But my strength is leaving me quicker then I can reach my bed.

Ok the floor will do. I don't need a bed, I can easily sleep on the floor as nothing is hard for me.

Waiting for the pill to take effect, I tried to keep be awake. About 30 minutes a slight headache plagued me and it became stronger over time. Shit I should have slept when it didn't hurt. I struggled to fall asleep but after some time, I was so tiered even a strong headache couldn't hinder me from sleeping.

With my last thought about how I am going to enjoy the next day I slowly drift intop sweet dreams.