Point of view: ???
Everything around me glowed with bright colors, and the sounds hit me so hard and sharply that I was numb for a moment. Just a moment ago, I was standing in front of this creature whose name I didn't even know, and now I think I'm coming into this world. When I tried to say something, the only sound that came out was a cry, a child's cry.
The loud voices that just a couple of seconds ago had sounded like the hum of hundreds of people became clearer, and I heard a woman's tired voice, although I couldn't make out the words. "Congratulations, head of the house, it's a healthy boy."
Then, slowly and painfully opening my eyes, I felt a flood of different colors and shapes rush into my retinas, but they did not become any clearer. For a moment, panic overwhelmed me, but it quickly subsided when my memories became so clear that it was even unpleasant. "It seems that the system really did activate as soon as I came into this world. Hmm, I've read about this. Children are usually almost blind at birth. How strange it feels, as if someone has wiped my brain with a sponge and soap."
Lying in someone's arms like a baby, I looked up and tried to make out the vague figures. There were many of them, at least more than twenty, and because of my poor eyesight, there could have been more.
But three figures stood out from the rest. The first figure, who was holding me in her arms, was the owner of the voice I heard first. I couldn't be sure, but she seemed to be a doctor, as her figure was very white from my perspective, except for her hands, which were most likely wearing some kind of leather gloves, as they were brown. The second was a face that was quite small compared to the others, and judging by the amount of hair and the voice, I think it was a boy of about five years old.
The third figure was quite tall, standing a little further away, but still close enough to catch my eye because of the bright colors of his clothes. I have every reason to believe that this is my new father, but I don't see the mother who gave birth to me. Although, right now, I can't see much of anything.
The figure of my supposed father moved toward me and loomed over me. "He's not crying, that's good. And those eyes and hair are strange, that's a good sign, although I don't like his eyes, hide them from me later." His voice rang in my ears again, as if he were speaking through a loudspeaker.
"As for his name, hmm. Lucius, Lucius Blackthorn." Although his loud voice annoyed me, this time I could make out a few words. Names in all languages can be distinguished from ordinary words.
For the tenth time, the voices crashed down on me like an avalanche when my supposed father gave me a name and began to walk away, and all the other people behind him began to approach me in groups. As I tried to focus, I realized that my already poor vision was blurring as they caught up with me and I plunged into darkness.
A couple of hours later
Hunger, intense hunger, woke me from my sleep. I didn't know how long I had been asleep, but it didn't matter. My eyes still couldn't see well, but the sounds had become softer.
Grr
My stomach was churning again, and there was no way out.
Uwaaaa
I screamed as if I were about to cry to get attention and get food. At that moment, three female figures in identical robes ran up to me and started saying something. It seemed that they had agreed on something, and one of them picked me up and carried me to the nearest sofa or armchair, I couldn't tell because everything seemed too big at that moment. Slowly, she unbuttoned her clothes and reached inside to free her boobs. Watching all this, I realized that I was starting to blush because I had only seen naked boobs on adult websites.
Pink
The color pink flooded my vision. I hadn't really noticed before, but now that her boobs were right in front of my eyes, I realized how big they were. Even though I was a child and my body was small, her boobs were definitely twice the size of my head.
Slowly, almost reflexively, I reached out and grabbed her huge boobs and pressed my mouth against them. Without thinking twice, I lightly licked her nipple.
"Ah," the maid's body tensed like a bowstring, and after a couple of breaths, it slowly relaxed.
Pat pat.
"Eat, eat, but please don't do that, ha, although why am I saying this to a child?" I didn't understand what she said, but her soft hand slowly began to stroke my head at a soothing pace.
Strangely, I really did begin to calm down, and my eyes began to close again. Seeing this, the second maid gently picked me up and carried me away from the bed, slowly and carefully handling me as if I were a vase. She laid me down on a soft surface, lifted my pajamas, and began to stroke my stomach in a circular motion clockwise. Literally two minutes later, I realized that my underwear had become strangely warm.
Oh no, her movements on my stomach put my childish body into a trance, and, losing control of myself, I shit myself like a baby. Damn, how embarrassing, but now I'll never forget it.
What a horror! I knew it was embarrassing, but reading about it and experiencing it personally are completely different things.
One week later
At the end of the week, I started to see normally, perhaps because it was a different world, or perhaps because I was already a teenager and was trying to recreate my familiar picture of the world rather than looking at blurry figures. Everything else was consistently bad, except for the fact that I drank milk from the boobs of three maids.
But what else could I say? Being a newborn sucks. All I could do was pee, poop, and sleep. Even my plan to wake up early was progressing at a snail's pace, as I was awake for only two hours a day and spent the rest of the time eating, sleeping, and defecating.
But even such slow progress was better than no progress at all.
In addition, there was the problem of understanding things I didn't understand at all, which was difficult, to say the least, but only at first. But I wanted to wake up early like a mage and moved forward, ignoring all the inconveniences.
However, the target talent [Perfect Memory (13)] turned out to be a real lifesaver. I really began to feel like a genius as soon as I got even a grain of information, as I began to analyze it like a chess game, spinning it as far as possible. For example, for the first five days, I didn't feel mana, but on the sixth day, when I first touched it in my body, I began to collect it and at the same time think about how best to do it. Ideas and theories literally flowed like a river, and it was an amazing feeling. Although I was still far from awakening the core of mana, I understood that as soon as I learned more, the process would take very little time.
The language of this world was unlike any of the languages of my home world; rather, it was a mixture of several languages at once. Thanks to the maids, I had already learned about ten words. Although ten words is not much for a person with a level 13 talent, I spent most of my time and computing power on mana, which was more interesting to me. Because of this, my weekly body was very tired. I felt that I could have gotten more information and learned the language faster, but I couldn't concentrate very well, so I slowed down to avoid damaging my new body.
And so, trying not to soil my pants as I immersed myself in thought and lost control of my body, three months passed.
And you know what? I can crawl.
Before, I didn't understand why everyone was so proud of it, but after three months spent like a doll, jerking my arms and legs and staring at one point, crawling became a real salvation for me from this nightmare. The maids, who were sisters, by the way, had new headaches. Just like now, when I crawled into the garden to look at the bright sun, various magical plants, insects, and birds.
Third person POV
Tap tap tap
"Young Master Lucius, where are you? I'll give you a treat if you stop hiding," Selena, the younger of the sisters, said in a soft voice from the neighboring corridor, letting Lucius know where he shouldn't turn.
Tap tap tap
"If you listen carefully, it's definitely Zelena, the middle sister. Your footsteps are loud as always," Lucius said to himself, turned around, and quickly headed for another richly decorated corridor where he could hide. However, this was just a diversionary tactic to keep the maids busy here.
Crawling past several more corridors, he saw light, and his chubby cheeks deformed with a triumphant smile lighting up his face.
"Hehe, without Rosalia, you won't catch me," Lucius thought, speeding up even more.
The light was very close, but as soon as his hand was a meter from the exit, two soft hands grabbed him and lifted him up to eye level.
Lucius' smile froze.
It was Rosalia, the eldest of the sisters, and it was her boobs he loved most. Those same boobs were his first real boobs, which left an indelible mark on his memories. At first, he thought about her boobs a lot, but over time he realized that he had become much more attached to them than he had expected.
It seemed that there was no mother in his new life, and this was connected with the Blackthorn house itself. But it was Rosalia's motherly gentleness that calmed his chaotic thoughts. He began to sincerely worry about her.
"Where are you going, young sir?" she asked. Her soft voice could calm anyone, but not the baby in her arms, who really wanted to go outside or to the library.
Lucius's chubby finger pointed accusingly at her, and his eyebrows came together charmingly in a very "threatening expression."
"Abwaba bawab baba wabwuba" (I would have run away if it weren't for you).
"I understand what you want, but please wait for your time." Rosalia seemed to understand his childish babbling, or perhaps she was simply reading his discontent.
"Let's go back to your bed," she said, gently stroking his nose and pressing him against her large boobs, which she knew Lucius adored. At that moment, his body relaxed and his childish voice became more lazy.
"Babwa bwa bwa" (I won't forget this).
In response to his incoherent babbling, Rosalia gently stroked his head and began to softly rub his back. These soothing touches finally melted him, and he fell into a deep sleep. Crawling such long distances proved to be extremely exhausting for a child's body.
Six months later (eight months old)
Lucius Blackthorn POV
I started crawling at three months, walking at five, and talking at seven. I really pushed my body hard, but it was normal. The mana in my body somehow contributed to slightly accelerated growth, so I can assume that children in this world start doing everything earlier, of course not at the level of the world of Naruto, where six year olds think about love, politics, and murder, but still earlier than in my previous life.
Seeing how quickly I was developing, the higher-ups at the Blackthorn house ordered me to be assigned a knight who would look after me and begin to develop me as a person a little more quickly. They began to slowly impose their rules and norms on me. Ha, how silly. And yet, a month ago, they allowed me to roam the estate. Just like today, I wandered around the huge mansion in search of books or a library because I wanted to confirm what I already knew and learn what I didn't know.
Once, while wandering around the estate and exploring it, I finally found another library with hundreds, maybe even thousands of books, but then a problem arose that I had not suspected before. I learned to speak the language of this world simply by listening to conversations around me, but I had never seen the writing of this world to put two and two together because of my talent and learn to read and write in no time.
Realizing that I couldn't read, I swallowed the last remnants of my pride, although most of it had melted away when I was swaddled and breastfed. I asked Rosalia to teach me the language of this world. She looked at me strangely when I said, "Rosalia, teach me," pointing to the books.
But after a second, she just waved it off, probably getting used to the fact that I was curious and learned everything much faster, sat me on her lap, and started reading books while I asked questions to which she gave vague answers and said that I needed to grow up to understand her better, and then tried to move on to simpler books for children This would have ruined my plans for accelerated growth, so I didn't give up and resorted to one of the most powerful techniques: ignoring her and puffing out my cheeks.
I won.
Rosalia said she would teach me, but only for three hours a day and only before bedtime so that my body would have time to recover and grow in good condition. I won. Rosalia said she would teach me, but only three hours a day and only before bedtime so that my body would have time to recover and grow in good condition. Hey, maybe it was low and not at all how a fifteen-year-old guy should behave, but as they say, winners aren't judged. It took me five hours to figure out how to read and write in the language of this world. To be honest, it was easy because I already knew how to speak it, and my talent played a role again, as I simply looked at the words Rosalia read and put them together with the sounds in my head.
After eight months of living in the Blackthorn house, I understood how everything worked here, and to be honest, I didn't really like it.
The family was huge. We had a head of the family, that is, my father, just below him were eight elders, and then everyone else. It was normal, even though it was stressful, but the biggest problem was who the children were here.
The children were expendable.
My father stuck his dick in all the women in the house, and when they gave birth, the children were taken away and given to the maids to raise, and later to the knights, so that they would drill into the children that they were the property of the Blackthorn house and had to obey the head of the house and the elders. The elders and the elders' children did the same thing as the father, and although they all had official wives from other houses, that didn't stop them in the slightest.
And that was also the answer to my question during my first weeks in this world: Where is my mother?
Most likely she died, I realized, since she was just a simple servant with whom the head of the house slept. Most likely, she was killed by my father's official wives out of jealousy or other factors. And although technically she was my mother, I wasn't upset thinking about her death because I didn't know her at all.
But let's talk about something else.
I didn't realize that I didn't know what I looked like, and the situation was exacerbated by the fact that I couldn't move as freely as I can now. The maids also didn't allow me to put this first until I learned to move well on my own, and this reinforced the priority of knowing my appearance, since no one ever said anything about my appearance in this house.
I didn't expect to be as handsome as Arthur, but please, unknown being who brought me into this world and said that I would look magnificent, I'm trying to talk to you, please make me worthy, please, I repeated this mantra to myself, folding my hands as if in prayer.
This action caused Selena to look at me questioningly, full of incomprehension, but I didn't care because my future personal life depended on it. After all, I had a plan for a horned goddess from another continent, or maybe a princess from this continent.
With this determination, I searched for a mirror or an object that would reflect my image while I recited the mantra, and finally found a small mirror in which I could see myself.
Finally, I found a small mirror and approached it, bowing my head. Looking up, I froze and understood why the maids and servants, whom I knew little, so often froze at my gaze.
I looked inhuman, especially my eyes, one of which had a black sclera. I was stunned. My facial features had become charming and androgynous, while retaining their masculine traits, although there were few of them since I was a child. I smiled involuntarily, realizing that everything had turned out even better than I had thought. I looked too good, in my opinion. During my time in this world, I had gotten used to the fact that there were many beautiful people here, but even among them, I looked too mystical. Now I began to understand why Arthur sounded so arrogant when he first saw himself in the mirror.
(picture)
So what did I see? I saw white and black hair resembling yin and yang, but more chaotic. Where there was white hair, there could also be black, and vice versa. My skin was flawlessly white, as if I had been doused with white paint. And finally, my eyes, like my hair, were a deep color with one black and one white part of the pupil, which looked completely inhuman.
"Oh, how beautiful I am," I said to myself, looking at my face from different angles through the mirror reflecting my figure, and literally a few seconds later I heard a slightly irritated voice that could only have come from Selena, "Don't be arrogant, young master, I only see a girl's face."
Crack!
I heard my heart break from betrayal. I admit it hurt my pride, but in this case, I disagreed. It was clearly the beautiful face of a young man, showing my potential as a beautiful person in the future who would develop with age.
I looked coldly at Selena to express my disagreement, but she just poked me between the eyebrows with her finger and said, "Don't frown, or your face will be covered with wrinkles."
"You caught me. I can't let my beautiful face be ruined," I thought, looking at my reflection again.
Sometimes, when talking to the maids, I felt that they had already noticed something about my intelligence or communication skills that I had acquired too quickly. But that was a plus, because they were obliged to report everything to the family's senior management, and that was what I needed. I wanted to know how they would react if I grew up too quickly and awakened my mana core. I didn't want to become Blaine's dog, but it seemed that the family would rather hide my awakening and try to develop me into a weapon that would protect them.
Hahah, fools.
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