The booming cracks of lightning resounded in my ears as I did my best to sleep through the storming night. It was hard, even though the sound of thunder was incredibly comfortable to me for some reason.
And I knew this wasn't the case before. Before, I was just as wary about a lightning strike as any common man would be. Especially when I knew how close this lightning fell. I knew this fact was something important, but I couldn't care about it for now.
Maybe being reborn just does that to you, or maybe it's a trait I've picked up in this life. I couldn't care less right now.
Can't really, when you are trying your best to sleep inside a mud-hut in the middle of a forest. At least my new mother wasn't bothered by it. She probably enjoyed it, considering the small smile on her face as she sat facing the opened door of our little hut.
With a final sigh, I gave up on the impossible task of going back to sleep and got up from my hay-made bed.
"Can't sleep?" My mother's tender voice reached my ears as I stretched my tiny 6-year-old body.
I grunted absently in response, still a little sleepy, and shifted my attention to check my status instead.
Mikael
Age: 6
Tier: 1
Race: ?
Level: 60
?: 600/600
Stamina: (500/600)
Health: 570/570
Stats
Strength: 46
Speed: 81
Dexterity: 69
Endurance: 50
Constitution: 57
Mental: 31
Spirit: 60
Points: 30
Skills:
Combat–
Basic Spear-wielding (10/10)
Advanced Spear-wielding (5/10)
The status window was a small blue window that covered a small part of my eyesight completely. When I first saw this window as a baby, I had thought I'd been reincarnated as a gamer. However, over the course of 6 years, I've come to realize it was nothing more than a glorified calculator.
It didn't give me any perks, or gamer-like abilities. If it gave me any experience for killing, then I didn't know 'cause it never showed me. Neither did it give me a dungeon to experiment or grind my levels. It gave absolutely nothing except the basic skills of a gamer: The gamer's mind and body. Oh, and a single fucking point every 2 levels.
Which was why my progress was slow. Incredibly slow. The 60 levels I had right now? They meant absolutely nothing due to my 'Tier 1' status. Every creature and every living being was given a pre-prescribed tier, and the difference between each tier was huge!
On top of that, my mother never let me handle any monsters no matter how much I begged, instead preferring me to learn spear-wielding. Thank God I had at least some talent in that.
"Come here." My mother's gentle voice reached me again.
Turning, I saw her patting the open muddy ground, inviting me to sit beside her. The cold muddy floor of our hut comforted me somewhat as I approached my mother. Or well, my mother in this life. Though I was already over my reincarnation status long ago. No point in thinking about subjects that didn't matter.
I took this moment to observe my mother. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful being I've ever laid my eyes on; with high cheekbones, luscious golden hair, and the most striking violet eyes I've ever seen. I was 100% sure that she wasn't a human; there was just no way a woman like her existed without getting world-famous. Plus, there was another, bigger reason for my belief that she wasn't a human.
I calmly took my place beside her, making sure not to drop my eyes below her face.
The reason I didn't think my mother was a human was because... she was also the most... voluptuous woman I've ever laid my eyes on. Or ever imagined, for that matter. This included all of my anime waifus too. Were we not constantly being hunted like some cheap grimdark movie, I'd have thought that I reincarnated into some A-class hentai world with an incest theme.
I turned my head to stare at the sky then, both of us not speaking anything as we watched the dark night quietly. The flickering of lightning was the only thing that illuminated our surrounding from the pitch-black darkness, showing the dense silhouette of trees away from the clearing our hut was.
A normal human wouldn't have seen much, even with the white flashes of lightning. But we weren't normal, were we? No, of course not. I could see quite clearly even without any help from the white flashes. And I was sure my mother was the same.
"I'm glad you are awake, Mikael. I've decided it is time that you know about your true nature," my mother broke the silence between us.
I turned to look at her in surprise, watching her striking violet eyes staring past the meadows.
"Really? What's the special occasion?" I asked, doing my best to keep my excitement down. After living in ignorance for so long, I'd love to get some answers.
Since the day I was born in this world, all I could remember was traveling. From one place to another, from one forest to another. Never stopping, never living. Only running and surviving.
I couldn't blame my mother, though. Not when I knew how desperate she was to keep me alive. I may have once thought her to be overly paranoid, but that feeling had quickly evaporated when we were being constantly chased by demons and monsters. It isn't paranoia if they're really out to get you, after all. No, I didn't blame my mother for that at all.
What I did blame her a little for, though, was her constant denial to give me any information and thus keeping me ignorant about this world. How was I supposed to help her if I didn't even know what we were fighting against? How was I supposed to survive? Will we live the rest of our lives running from one place to another?
Hell, I didn't even know what the fuck I am. Certainly not human, I was sure of that at least.