A life with the Author

I don`t want to open my eyes.

I am scared.

'Please let it not be tomorrow yet. Please still be night.' I pray to myself.

I slowly open my eyes but to my horror I see light.

'Fuck!!!!' I scream. Or at least I think I did. And I feel like I did.

But what came out is baby noises.

"Gigigaga~"

I freeze as my mind process everything around me. The ceiling, the small body, the diapers and the lack of teeth.

My mind with all its processing power put together 2+2 and come up with a possible scenario. A theory that becomes a fact when I feel my fragile vessel which is my body.

Then I remember my prayer...

'Oh shit.'

My eyes adjust to the light, I can finally see now. My vision is clear, clearer than it ever was, it feels like a new pair of eyes.

Well it is a new pair of eyes.

I look around and observe the room I am in with vivid detail. I am laying inside a crib and prison-like bars surrounds me, preventing me from falling.

A crib mobile hang above me, it consists of small toys and stars. It sways slightly and draws my attention. I shake my head and divert my attention elsewhere.

The room is dark blue in colour, like outer space. Stars, planets and even blackholes are painted on the walls in a cartoonish style, giving the room and other worldly feeling to it.

The lights are turned off as the sunlight which peek inside from the window is enough to light up the whole room.

The room is big, but not to the extent that it becomes unnecessary. The only thing I can gather from all these is that my possible new family are comfortable.

'A new family?' That sounded rather odd even when it is only in my thoughts.

Do I even know whether what is happening is real or not? For all I know this could be a lucid dream.

Also, I notice that I am eerily calm.

Really calm.

Is it due to the fact that I still haven`t accept what is happening to be real? Or am I a insane?

'What is happening to me?'

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[Two days later]

'I really reincarnated....'

I had come to accept this after a while. It was definitely an unbelievable situation and I had a short existential crise but I quickly came to terms with it.

'Like I always do.'

I mean what can I do? Refuse to accept the reality that I was a baby again? Lay here helplessly and hope to wake up again in my real body?

Those are not my me. One thing I was always good at is accepting whatever life throws my way.

I do not have the will nor the talent to thrive. But I always survive.

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It has been two days since I had waken up in this baby`s body and from what I have gathered so far, I am still in the modern era.

That was quite obvious when I first saw the room but I confirmed it. I really am still in the modern times.

'Which is a win in my opinion.'

The question is whether I am still in my world or a completely different world. I still have no answer to that question. That would require mobility.

What I have gathered so far is that I am currently in Japan, or at least my mother is Japanese. I have seen my mother and I instantly recognize when she spoke to me that she was speaking Japanese.

A weeb can never mistake the language of God (Japanese).

I have not seen my father and I concluded that either my father dipped or he went to get milk. I came to such conclusion not only because I have not seen him but because my mother would cry as she hold me.

"Gomen ne." She would say to me when she put me to sleep. Pretty fucking sad if you ask me especially since my mother is rather charming.

She would talk to me, alone in that room. I listened even though I did not have a clue what she was saying.

The only thing I know is that the woman is in trouble and she is suffering. Life knocked her down. Hard.

Like it always do.

I don`t exactly know what problem loom over her. Maybe it has something to do with my father or maybe it is a financial issue?

I can only guess.

Another thing I realized is that I am not a newborn. I am exactly 2 months and 15 days old.

How do I know?

Here is the interesting part....

I have a System.

Because of course I do.

I am the generic weeb guy who died and got reincarnated in Japan. It would've been weirder if I do not have the System.

'Status.' I thought in my mind and a blue translucent screen appear infront of me.

[Status :-

Name : Yuito Fujita

HP : 10

Race : Human

Title : The cute baby

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Stats :-

Charm         : 18 (Ask and you will be given)

Vitality         : 1 (You won`t survive Covid)

Endurance   : 0.1 (Breathe air)

Strength      : 0.1 (A feather is heavy)

Agility          : 0 (The speed of a tree)

Intelligence : 5 (Uranus)

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Skills :-

[None]

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I still don`t know what type of system I have but I am not worried. Through years and years of reading I know there are systems that activate only when the MC reach a certain age or achieve certain conditions.

I carefully look at my status. Everything is self explanatory and I understand exactly what was what. 

My system also seem to have a certain amount of intelligence. 'Breathe air`, `You won`t survive Covid`. These comments make me suspect that maybe the system is sentient - like almost all the other system I read about.

Or are these comments written by the being who gave it to me? Are the comments programmed beforehand?

Another question that pop up was what the comment in my intelligence mean?

'Uranus?' I tried to think of what it means but I can`t.

'Hahaha Ur-anus.' I laugh out.

*baby giggle noises*

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'Oh, I get it now.' I think to myself as the realization dawn on me.

I am at the level of intelligence when I still find 'Uranus' funny.

*ting!!*

[+1 Intelligence.]

'...'

Somehow I feel like it's mocking me.

But this is a new discovery. I confirm that my stats can improve and will be improved. I look at my system with new - found curiosity.

The first thing that caught my attention when I look at my system status is the race. This means that the world I am in might be supernatural.

That is a huge assumption and jump in logic but it is more than possible. I reincarnate afterall, everything is possible.

I can already think of many worlds with supernatural and modern settings. But the fact that I have no MP make me a little hopeful that I am indeed in a normal world.

Yes, I was hopeful that this is a normal world.

Sure a supernatural or even a magical world will be interesting from a readers point of view but when you are actually living it, you will hope that you are in a normal world.

Because shit is real.

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This is real.

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And I will be damned if I let go of this chance.

The world doesn`t have to be supernatural or be magical for me to have fun. This is my second life and I still have all my memories as an advantage.

I can invest in companies or something and with my memories I have a huge headstart compared everyone.

There are many regrets and mistakes I made in my past life and now I have the chance to do it all over again. Only, this time I will actually do well.

Maybe I can buy a Bugatti.

My past life hadn't been kind to me. But in this life I can make it all right.

Yes.

This time.

I will make it right.

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