Dylan knew very well that a few months after he was born, his father, who had already been demoted to Viscount, would receive a warning that if his offspring lacked potential, he would be demoted to Baron.
"Damn, that will slowly eat away at my father's feelings, and then my mother will become gloomy," thought Dylan, who just rubbed his face against his mother's dress.
"For now, I can only smile, cry, and barely move," thought Dylan, who began to cry, asking for food.
"All right, all right, my little one, your mother will feed you," said Anelia, sitting down in an amber-colored rocking chair upholstered with excellent materials.
••••
A few hours later, Dylan woke up and found himself in a small portable crib. He was next to his mother, and after seeing her, Dylan babbled a few baby sounds and tried to lean on one of the edges of the crib.
"No, no, you must be careful not to fall, my little one," Anelia said warmly.
"Mrs. Anelia. I think the young master wants to crawl," said the beautiful wet nurse.
"Oh! That's what my little one wants," said Anelia with emotion, and then she waved her hand, gently unfolding a pastel yellow tablecloth on the fine grass.
The nanny picked up Dylan and placed him on the tablecloth, and he began to crawl without leaving the confines of the tablecloth, sometimes babbling meaningless sounds.
[The Avenger System wants to help you out of this predicament.]
"It's not necessary. I know the story, and I know that my father and mother's dormant genes will awaken a talent in me that, although somewhat delayed, will allow me to quickly and efficiently manipulate the mana in my surroundings. If there's nothing I can do at the moment, then that's what fate intended," Dylan replied as he continued crawling.
[The Avenger System bids you farewell]
"Go, there must be several resentful individuals out there who want revenge, they will help you," Dylan said, sitting up and opening his arms to his mother.
His mother got up and took Dylan in her arms to take him for a walk in the garden.
In the world where Dylan had been reborn, magicians were classified as Moons and warriors as Suns. Dylan's mother was a mid-level One Moon magician, and Dylan's father was a low-level Two Moon magician.
But both his mother and father were descendants of powerful lineages that had lost their potential for some unknown reason.
••••
"goo...goo...goo...ga...goo," that was Dylan trying to talk again.
"Well, at least at six months I can crawl and keep my balance pretty well. Now what's next for Dylan, the baby prodigy?" Dylan thought, and shortly after felt embarrassed.
"I think I'm getting used to this," Dylan said to himself as he sat in his crib.
[I want to watch you]
"Another one? Be specific about your role and mission," Dylan said, lying down again among his soft blankets.
[Nothing. I just want to watch you. You seem like fun]
"Hmm, you're very suspicious. You're not a system, are you?" Dylan asked.
[No, I'm not. But I'm talking to you about a system I created just for you.]
"That makes it even more suspicious. If you're already watching me, why do you want me to connect to your system?" Dylan asked, yawning.
[I'm not powerful enough to maintain a constant connection to your world.]
[But that will change if you become the host of the system I create for you].
"You sound like the typical villain who wants to be freed from a cage he was sealed in long ago," Dylan said and fell asleep.
••••
A few hours later, when he woke up, Dylan saw a virtual window above him.
[Spectator System wants to connect with the host]
[Accept] [Reject]
"Reject," Dylan replied and started crying for his wet nurse to change his diaper.
••••
Dylan turned 8 months old.
"I can walk by holding onto things. Since I'm not going to admire myself, I'm making good use of the constant food I ask for," Dylan laughed as he walked around holding onto the furniture in his room.
As it was morning, Dylan waited for his mother, who always came to see him, but this time she took a little longer.
When Anelia came in, she smiled and hugged her son, but Dylan realized she was acting.
"I met so many women in my past life that it's easy for me to notice the slight changes in gestures that reveal when an expression is fake or acted. Well, it's time to play my trump card. I've been saving it for this moment," Dylan thought, and stammered:
"Mo...mom...mom..."
Anelia's eyes sparkled, as if she had regained the direction she felt she was losing.
"Yes, my dear little son. I'm your mommy," Anelia said with a cheerful expression, as a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Yes, that's how it should be. For a prosperous future for me, I can't let everything be ruined so easily," Dylan thought smugly after playing his trump card.
••••
It was nighttime, the moon lit up Dylan's bedroom window, he kept trying to sense the mana, but since it was something unknown, he didn't even know what it was he was trying to feel.
"Well, well. I guess I'll have to wait until I'm 18 to awaken my 'mana sense'. Maybe it's all gone down the drain, but if I avoid the fateful events, after awakening I'll have a talent that will allow me to become an 8-moon wizard," thought Dylan, giving up after 9 months of unsuccessfully trying to sense mana, and going to bed.
••••
The next day, Dylan woke up and saw a virtual window above him with dark red background and white letters.
[The Perverse System has chosen you]
[Do whatever you want]
[Be perverse and you will become as powerful as a god]
[Live] [Die]
"Wow, with those options, who could refuse? Although I think I'll answer later, it's time to eat, I'll cry a little to call my wet nurse," Dylan thought, but he opened his baby eyes wide when he saw the next notification.
[Option (die) will be chosen: 10 s]
[Option (die) will be chosen: 9 s]
[Option (die) will be chosen: 8 s]
[Option (die) will be chosen: 7 s]...
Dylan felt doom approaching and said:
"Live, I choose to live."
[The perverse system is linking with the host...]