《My Hermit Life》Chapter 1 ( re-edit )
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Its been an hour since Solomon woke up in another world, giving him plenty of time to study his surroundings. Solomon was sitting inside of something that looks like a babies crib mixed with a highchair. Beside his crib is a is a what looks like a doggy crib except its made of strands of grass. Next to the doggy bed is a chair that looks like an egg padded with with feathers inside. Solomon assumed that those were his parents beds though it could also be the lounge. He noticed that there were no electronics though he expected that of a fantasy world.
The only things in the thing in the average sized room other than furniture is two paintings. Both of the paintings were so realistic that they seemed to penetrate from the paintings and manifested into reality.
The first painting was of a buff Golden furred monkey that Solomon assumed was his father. The monkey had shining golden eyes that radiated out like a flashlight. His skin was a deep bronze similar to Solomons except much darker and looked like the actual metal. The monkeys fur covered from his neckline down to the top of his abs in a perfect V shape. He also had a full head of molten blond hair, but no facial hair. The monkey was using a voulge as a waling stick to climb a steep mountain. The voulges blade was made of an ebony balck metal. While the shaft itself was made of a bark brown wood that had a grain similar to walnut.
The other painting featured a pitch black dragon whose scaled seemed to absorb light. The dragon had scales that seem to be so perfect they coldnt be natural. The dragon had seven whiskers each one a boney white. The dragon in the painting was flying around a mountain, the mountain itself was bare except a single tree acting as the mountains crown. There was blue, purple, and gold lightning striking down at the tree, while the dragon was roaring in defiance at the lightning.
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Solomon figured that the paintings featured his parents. While he was waiting for his parents to get home Solomon was messing around with the Status Screen. Through testing Solomon discovered saying or thinking status will pull the screen. Those seemed to be the only ways to pull up the screen. He was also trying to understand his skills and to see if he could get more.
2 hours later
Name : Solomon Ars Regis
Age: 1 Day
Race: Tribulation Monkey
Parents : God Monkey ( father ) Ancient Dragon ( mother )
Class:XXX
Titles: Reincarnated One, Legendary Birth, Son Of The Divine, Divine Son, One Of A Kind, Legendary Beast
STR: 737
DEX: 257
AGI: 651
INT: 711
CON: 720
WIS: 135
CHA: 420
LUCK: 550
Skills:
Tribulation Lightning - Intermediate
Lightning Control - Intermediate
Dragon Magic - Intermediate
Foot Dexterity - Max
Divine Strength - None
Dragons Might - None
DNA Memories - Novice
Mental Calculation - Novice
System Knowledge Assistance - Novice
After two hours of trying Solomon was able to gain two skills.
Mental Calculation: Using only the brain the user of this skill is able to do basic math, this skill at later levels will allow the user to do calculations faster than any machine using only the head.
System Knowledge Assistance: User is able to access basic knowledge from system to identify not only physical items user is also allowed to identify users own status screen as well as some others at higher levels.
As Solomon was studying his new skills he heard a single pair of footsteps outside of the door across from his crib. As the footsteps got closer the handsome monkey bursted into the room, followed soon after by the dragon from the other painting.
" HAHAHAHA theres my son papas been missing you all freaking day. "
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Before Solomon could think or speak he is lifted up and given a big fat smooch on his cheek. While being smothered by smooches Solomon was thinking of how to get out of the slippery situation.
When out of nowhere to Solomons hero of a mother walks up and grabs Solomon from his fathers hand.
" Careful Han, youve gotta be careful or you could scare him to death. "
" Oh its alright Shie our little Solo couldnt be scared by a million collapsing suns let alone a few kisses. Especially since he has the blessing from the Goddess of Creation. "
It was at that moment Solomon thought.
' The kisses might not scare me to death but the saliva could drwon me. '
" Well whatever I dont care if he was the biggest scaredy cat in existence, as long as hes alive. "
At that sentence from Shie, Solomons mother, both her and Solomons father, Han, started to hug Solomon like a normal mother an father.
" So why do you think Angra Spentas wanted to name him Solomon Ars Regis? "
" I dont know, but whenever we say the name the Mana in the air starts to react. His name might have a close connection to Mana or the universe. "
Solomon couldnt help but think such a situation was odd. He had been wondering why he kept his name, but he just assumed he kept it because his parents hadnt named him yet. He also felt it was odd that his named could apparently affect Mana.
" Well it doesnt matter much what she named him, after all she is the only reason we even got such a beautiful boy. But I think we should make another baby that we can name ourselves, we should keep trying no matter what. If you know what I mean. Hehehe. "
" HAN dont talk like that in front of Solomon. What if he picks up bad habits? "
' Tell him mom talking like that in front of an impressionable child, that shouldnt be able to talk or even speak the language. Speaking of its odd that I know the language . . . . maybe it has to do with the Goddesses blessing. '
While Solomon was thinking his parents finally decided to appraise him.
"" Appraise/ Appraise. ""
Name : Solomon Ars Regis
Age: 1 Day
Race: Tribulation Monkey
Parents : God Monkey ( father ) Ancient Dragon ( mother )
Class:XXX
Titles: Reincarnated One, Legendary Birth, Son Of The Divine, Divine Son, One Of A Kind, Legendary Beast
STR: 737
DEX: 257
AGI: 651
INT: 711
CON: 720
WIS: 135
CHA: 420
LUCK: 550
Skills:
Tribulation Lightning - Intermediate
Lightning Control - Intermediate
Dragon Magic - Intermediate
Foot Dexterity - Max
Divine Strength - None
Dragons Might - None
DNA Memories - Novice
Mental Calculation - Novice
System Knowledge Assistance - Novice
"" Woah/ Holy! ""
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