Reincarnation and the Child Who Knew Too Much

Chapter 2

I can't say exactly how long I spent like that, about a couple of months. It's hard to keep track of time when you can't see the light. During this time, meditation officially became a skill, a "perception" item with a proud two in its value was added to the characteristics column, and I finally felt mana and prana. Both of these energies at once. Because which is which - the devil only knows. They're mixed up in my body quite a bit, but they feel different. Now I'm consolidating these sensations and trying to control this wild mix at least a little. Although, to be honest, they don't give a damn about my attempts. Both of them move through my body in their own way. Only one of them has a small spot-clot in my chest. Maybe that's the core. Although it could just as well be the dantian. The system didn't say anything about it, but who knows, maybe it remembered about the core because it hasn't formed yet.

At least Mom calmed down, no, sometimes she ran somewhere, but I didn't feel any more blows or jolts like that.

But how I learned to count and solve problems! It's a sight to behold! Well, and compose them at the same time. I'll definitely be an A student in math at school!

My hearing has also improved. I even started to hear individual words. Mom seems to be English. At least she swears and yells like she's English. True, I only heard and understood "shit" and "Merlin." Maybe she's a polyglot or loves English, but as for me, it's worth swearing either in German or Russian. In the first, the swear words sound really impressive, and the second has a very wide variety of this obscenity, as well as many others...

Okay, let's not dwell on the painful. English. Of course, I learned it at school, and I've encountered it in life, find at least one person whose life is connected with computers and who hasn't crossed paths with English. I didn't know it perfectly, of course, but even my meager knowledge makes it clear that something is wrong with the local language. The accent, or something. In short, I'll have to learn or relearn it, because even the swear words I understood with difficulty. And I need to learn quickly, I have to start speaking within a year, or, my tender baby ass feels, there will be problems with my speech apparatus.

Another month passed without much change. Although no, I'm lying, I tried to absorb external energy. It turned out to be prana. For which I was sent far and wide by the system.

Ding-a-ling!

You have attempted to absorb the prana of another person!

Ding-a-ling!

Begin transformation into a "ghoul" creature?

Yes? / No?

Ding-a-ling!

Warning! Transformation into a "nosferatu" creature threatens the completion of the global mission.

Ding-a-ling!

Warning! Creatures of the "nosferatu" species are not capable of rapid maturation.

Ding-a-ling

Warning! Absorbing energy from other creatures leads to mutation of the energy system and reduces or stops the regeneration of your own energies!

Continue?

Yes? / No?

Ding-a-ling!

Acquired the skill of Elementary Energy Manipulation.

Stop! I'm not stupid, I understand! Cancel the transformation into a ghoul. We don't need that kind of joy. The only thing I was missing was turning into a half-vampire in the womb. No, I don't argue, vampires are a strong bunch, but damn it, not in the state of an embryo! And we need regeneration of both mana and prana! Living from victim to victim... Brrr.

And what about my parents? If there are vampires in this world, it's unlikely that the locals are happy about them. To be killed at birth by your own mom and dad... You wouldn't wish that on your enemy.

But damn it! Not only is the system stripped down, but they also took away the cheat of most book transmigrators!

Life is pain. And I still have to fight demons... What a bummer. Okay, at least they warned me, that's something! And there were such prospects for pumping up the reserve, but we won't continue, it'll do for emergencies.

Okay, let's keep pumping meditation and mind. I still haven't seen my soul completely. I remember that in those books about the great and powerful Archmage, mages have souls consisting of seven parts. My meditation, by the way, only allowed me to see three, as far as I understand. Body, prana, and mana structure. It remains to see the core of the soul, the sensory layer, the mental layer, and the auric layer. The mental layer, aka the mind layer, is unlikely to be seen in meditation. Looking through the mind at your own mental layer is quite a perversion... Although I'm now absolutely sure that it exists and is part of the soul. If only the brain were responsible for thoughts and memory, then yours truly wouldn't be able to form a single thought in this state, and wouldn't remember anything. I can't say anything about the aura, if I remember correctly, it's seen with the eyes or felt with the skin, and mostly only someone else's.

No one forbade me to try and see my own, but I'll wait until my eyes are functioning properly. By the way, I've already tried opening them. And I tell you, open or closed - I can't see a damn thing. And there's nothing to see anyway. Although it constantly seems that the surrounding darkness has a reddish hue.

Feelings, as I remember, are closely tied to the mental, and I think I'll see them either not soon, or first in others, and then in myself.

Atman, aka the indestructible core, I'm afraid I'll be able to see last or not at all. This part of the soul is the prerogative of the work of higher gods and demiurges, and it's contraindicated for mere mortals to stick their hands in there, protection from fools.

I could also try to dump some of the prana energy outside or start moving it around, like the book heroes did. But I'm still an embryo, damn it, not even a child! If I accidentally move prana away from my heart, I'm guaranteed a defect in that organ. And I'm not even talking about dumping energy. Maybe it will immediately recover from my mother, or maybe I'll get a fluffy kaput. And hello darkness or a new reincarnation, as luck would have it. In short, I'm not touching prana until I'm three years old, or until I pump up energy manipulation.

With mana, it's not so bad, although there are also risks. The mana core is also still forming. But the risk of becoming a Squib and the risk of being born crippled somehow don't correlate. You can live without magic. In short, I'll try, albeit very carefully. I hope the system will save me from complete disaster, but hope in God, but don't make a mistake yourself.

Although, perhaps, I shouldn't mention the gods in vain now. And I shouldn't mention them at all. Since Leng exists, then these super-beings also exist. And I don't want to become an apostle. Borrowed power is borrowed power even in Africa. If your patron doesn't like you, that's it, write it off. And your own power will develop more slowly, and it will be absorbed by the divine. And the afterlife... A god's domain is wonderful, but I'm still a supporter of reincarnations and the growth of the soul above itself.

It's the same story with mentioning demons, only worse. These entities distribute power left and right. And they almost don't even control the poor wretch who gets this "gift" slipped to them. Why? Anyway, the "gift" will eventually "bend" the creature that uses it. A kind of Trojan horse. It's not for nothing that one of the worst insults for a mage is to call him a "warlock." That's the name given to those who have sold their souls for magical power. After all, in any case, after death, everyone who has received the "gift" of power from demons ends up in their domain. And what the living conditions are like there, you can ask any priest or read in the Bible. So, for now I'll stick to mentioning the system and my ancestors, and then we'll see, maybe I'll have to swear at Merlin for a change, he вроде didn't ascend to the rank of gods.