We're getting to the good stuff now. I'm sure you guys noticed with the lack of descriptions about the villages and streets I've put in interludes, this is because making up a new setting would take some time and I know I shouldn't rush my writing just to bring in a consistent schedule but then again, i'm also lazy in not making it distinct sooner.
As the chapters progress, it'll try to improve my writing little by little. I've also started making a miniature roadmap on how to progress the story but I doubt it's expansive enough to warrant its own section. I'm also thinking of rewriting the whole story once I get the plot down but for now, just think of this as the web-novel version of this fic where most things aren't usual there in the beginning.
Lastly, the abilities of currently known users of Personal Profession's will be listed in-between interludes from now on, I just have a feeling it'll be expanded on more than just a copy-pasted ability exclusive for each reincarnators kinda like MHA or Chainsaw Man. I'll be making a dedicated chapter consist of a comprehensive lists about the abilities of established characters once enough of them are introduced.
That'll be the end of discussion for now. For the first few people reading this fic, thank you for reading it and i'll try my best to make it better regardless if it suits your tastes. Alright, now back to the story!
Age Rating of this chapter; ( M )
Highlighted Words;
'Whazzup!' - Regular words Dialogues
'Hi' - Introduction of highlighted/important aspects
'Aw man' - Thoughts
'Power' - Personal Profession Ability Names/Different POV (Third Person/First Person depending the character)
'Aw boi' - Higher/deeper pitched dialogues
'(Ability)(Level)[Description]' - RPG like stats
Records Of An Individual's Personal Profession;
(Sweep Swiper) (Grade-3, Fourth Middle Class Ability) (Utility Type)
[Allows the user to steal anything in close proximity. Anything beside the desired target, any pre-existing tangible objects/beings are unnaffected by the ability unless the user chooses to. Upon reaching G3 (Max lvl), The user has complete control over the ability. The user also can use the ability regardless how far the target's range is.]
(Range: Infinite, only to the target)
(Cooldown: 3 Hours)
Chapter 3: Arc 1, Florestyna - This Is Way Harder Than It Looks
Third Person View
Back Alley Nore - Othaway Village - Florestyna
As the situation in the back alley of Nore Street is coming to a close, authorities of Othaway guards have came to apprehend the criminals whom cause this mess. Upon arrival, several guards in preperations, block various entryways around the streets in case one of the individuals had any thought of escaping from their grasps.
Once the dust is settled, the inspector within the guardsman, Wilakaus Amphres'tyn, entered the scene to survey the situation at hand. On a closer look, the inspector tipped his pink feathered brown fedora to concluded what has occured in this incident.
For one, in the middle, he sees two black-coated grown men possibly the members of the instigator. One having a rather skinny-tall build while the other is bulky with large white gloved hands, are in a paralyzed state to even move a muscle. He urged the guardsmen to bring them into their special-designed carriage to caged them for further quesioning once they've cleaned up this place.
To his left, there were two little girls no older than 5 years old with noticable features such as the one with brown amber twintails hair while the other has dark blue short hair with cyan streaks on each sides on the front. Both girls look both terrified obviously because of the incident they've experienced and strangely, mild adorations judging by their sparkly stares at a figure he doesn't know of. Even when being escorted by the guards to be on their way, they still faced behind them, staring at the direction the incident had occured for a few more seconds before they turned their heads to find their legal guardians.
Having resolved one less problem, it's now time to inspect the REAL cause of this problem. Therefore, the inspector turned to his right where lies the last scene of what he needs to take in for what had occured.
On the surface, he noted a few trashbins scattered around, unemptied, filling the block with a strong stench of smell. Reckless trashing on public property is a hard offense but that's not important to him at the moment. On to the suspects, there lies was an middle-aged man with a chubby build, black coat wrapped in a red tie along with wearing black gloves, losing consciounness due to blunt force struck hard from the head and currently bleeding from his right ear and nose unconciouss while on the other hand, a little boy, notably with similar heights as the two girls earlier, with dark spiky hair, a simple light green tunic with brown pants and sporting white jogging shoes passed out, currently in a dire state with several wounds visible on his body, most apparent with trails of blood coming above his head.
Naturally, seeing the two currently knocked downed individuals requires medical attention. The inspector smoothly motioned the medic squad with his finger to come this area, ready to do their part as they're taught to do since medical school.
Having seen enough, the inspector re-entered his trusty vehicle, the Victorrin 871 Bizel, drove off to report the situation to the official Othaway Stronghold Station.
Midnight - Wilakaus's Office - Nexto Sethe'll City - Cybermarch
With several testimonies resolved, the numerous evidence pilled near his work desk done, the inspector in his office at midnight could only sighed as now everything has come to a case closed.
Despite of that, the only thing that made him felt off about the case is the mysterious purple blunt hammer lying on the boy's palm as if he had done the job to take out his supposed kidnapper. He was curious as how a boy at his age could wield such weapon readily equipped in that time frame. It draws him in to look into the purple hammer even further for himself but before he could, the weapon subsequently vanished in front of his very own eyes. He thinks deeply of this precarious phenomena unfolded inside his mind.
"This is interesting. A weapon brought fort independently on command then dissipate after excessive usage. Very interesting ability indeed." Wilakaus bemused to himself of this revelation. Back in his current state, he thought back of that particular moment and starts thinking this through.
"Could it be, this boy has possesses a Personal Profession of his own. This early?" the inspector puzzled, having come to this own conclusion with certainty.
Surely, with the potential of quite possibly be a pocket-dimensional based ability among the next generation of Reincarnators would prove to be beneficial to humankind. On the other hand, if the user has shown ulterior motives, then he could pose quite a threat to his beloved city. Not that he would believe so given the record history of this particular boy brought upon by the Damain Village Current Chief himself presenting his claim.
"He's a good kid. Abnormally athletic, does a ton of favors around the block for us, very shy but overall, a good kid. You can count on that!" the chief of Damain Village exclaimed like Wilakaus remembered in his memory.
"Yes, quite a fellow we have. Let's see how he'll perform in these coming years. After all, it'll be quite a show before he'll join like the rest of us." Wilakaus ceremoniously rejoiced, at the same time, the pink feather on his hat suddenly turned into a black raven feather with his brown fedora now turned purple with an added joyful eye mask placed on his face. His clothing that used to be a normal detective attire is replaced in a dark purple tuxedo with a red bowtie covered by a dark purple cape with several sharp ends.
Wilakaus Amphres'tyn walked to an open window, face with silent concentration before promptly jumping out, opening his body wide in time until his cool cape metamorphed into a pair a bat wings, allowing him to fly into the night sky and headed his way home into the caves.
"I'll see you soon, Markius." he said calmly.
Midnight - Marker's Residence - Damain Village - Florestyna
Back in the Marker's Residence, it wasn't looking good for the Marker family. Mason had urged his dear wife, Margaret, to calm down or else she'll faint for a fourth time tonight. Not that he is doing any better either knowing the incident told to him by Margaret earlier. He hoped this was all a freaky dream.
Having learned their nearly only 5 year old son had been whisked away to who knows where really put their parental sense on high alert especially in Margaret's case, her child gone with no trace of anyone getting anywhere near her in that area. It was startling to say the least.
"Our baby boy is out there Mason and I can't just sit here, waiting for a miracle to happen. Wh-what happens if someone took him a very shady place. Oh Jebuzz, I can't imagine what they'll do him dear." she bawled, afraid of the outcome she feared would occur.
"I'm wouldn't be so sure that'll happen dear. Besides, our kid is tough. He's been training his whole body ever since he was only 2 years old! Heh, maybe it was a good thing we let him exercise at the early age." the dad both doubted and bemused with her wife's slight delusion. Sure, he's still felt proud about his son genuinely getting into a healthy lifestyle at such a young age but still, Markius is still a child. No more than 5 even. It's natural to feel this way and the revelation on not following his duty as a father-figure not only dampered his pride for not being there sooner but also mentally scarring him for not being careful.
"I promise to whoever god out there. Jeebuz, Syataine, Zeilous, Se'dah, Gaia, or anyone else. Please being my child Markius back to safety. I'll do anything within my power as his father to take good care of him. Even exchanging my own life." Mason pleaded in contemplation, hoping if the gods would answer his prayers and so it did.
A phone call was heard coming from the living room. Margaret hurriedly picked it up, hastily begged anyone in the other line for any news of his son's whereabouts at the moment. They've exchange back and forth until a few minutes later, Margaret put down the phone. Afterwards, she lean on the nearest wall, full of contentment.
"They found him dear. O-our son. He's waiting for us!" she cheered with pure joy, her previous outburst turned from sadness to happiness. It's unfortunate she couldn't go to the hospital so soon. Otherwise, she'll might be a nuisance to her son's recovery. Nonetheless, as long as she knows her baby boy is in good hands, she can rest easy. Just the thought of meeting her son any sooner she couldn't contained her body to just storm into that place and bring Markius right this instance. As for the father, he gave a massive sigh for the first time in his life. He was beginning to doubt nothing good came out of it but he was proven, now everything is going to be fine. He hoped that this time, he'll uphold his wish to ensure such an event repeating itself would ever happen again.
The next morning - Redoark Hospital - Othaway Village - Florestyna
Mike/Markius's View
The first thing I see when I woke up was a blurry white-yellow light shining in front of me. I couldn't make out on what it is but I assume to be a hospital ceiling with lights turned on meaning I somehow wound up into a hospital. I'm must have been brought in by the authorities ever since the crossfire between me and that creepy dude in the back alleyway.
Knowing this, I tried to wake up from the hospital bed but my body refused to move accordingly. I notice i'm still not in good condition due to my injuries I receive prior to my arrival to the hospital. Even if I somehow manage to leave, I doubt the doctors are willing to let me off so easily and so, I begrudingly accepted my fate to stay for now.
With nothing else do to, I tried to shut my eyes hoping I might get a wonderful dream. If by wonderful is an acceptable term in my part then the dream that I'm experiencing felt way far off to be true.
Inside Markius's Dream (Warning: Lemon)
In the dream, I was lying on a comfortable king-sized bed inside a large bedroom presummably my own, naked. At first, I thought I wished to have the most expansive room I could ever have, to put an endless collections and displays of rare items, signifying my selfish growing habit of owning hard to find collectables. While it does sound childish to me, I grimace reminding myself that I barely owned anything other than some necessaties for my survival in my previous life so it made sence why in my dream, it's seemed to be the case.
I was half-right, I found there were a lot of multitudes of stuff stored inside my supposed bedeoom like a stack of toys, DVD's, comicbooks, several consoles I know at that time, usual stuff. However, there's also some that are way beyond of stuff I didn't think would own like a alien-like blade, a rifle gun coming from that one space game with a ring-shaped earth, a piece of orange rock and various other items I barely know.
Being so focused on the stuff I believed displayed by myself, I suddenly felt my lower half of my body jerked on its own. I tried to use my hand to pull the blanket covering me to see what's up but it never came. Instead, I grabbed something soft like a rubble ball on my left side followed up with a seductive but witty remark. "Oh dear, Marky~If you've asked for a second round, I woundn't mind~."
My face turned bright red, not because of my indecent action towards this stranger I've never met but also because she's barely naked like me with the only exception being her black bra with doesn't help the situation i'm in. I tried to reason with her to leave only to realise I have no control of my own body at all. Instead of pushing her away, my dream self used his right hand still on her breast to squeeze her even further, riling her up. "Ngeh! M-my my, you naughty boy. So vigorious! I knew your libido knows no bound. Alright then, tonight I'll make sure to drain your essence until the very last drop." she promised before licking her mouth with anticipation.
This entire scene was too much for me to handle so I tried to use my left hand to retialiate only for me to notice it's occupied by another unknown lady. "You can't just take all of hubby's 'essences'. Leave some for the rest of us." she complained.
"That's true. Husband would not have enough of his seed to fill us all up. Atleast, I want him to do me first." Another voice, possibly another female staking her claim.
"Shut up everyone! Can't you see we're busy at the moment." Another voice came out, yet another female, visibly irritated at them for interrupting something important.
While in a daze, the sudden outburst snapped my attention to the covers. Apparently, my dream self unwittingly noticed it too as he used his now free right arm to open the sheets himself. What was hidden beneath had finally made me gapped. There were two girls were close to my crotch, one of them working her way to swallow my stiff rod whole while the other uses her mouth messaging my family jewels with striking precision. Both of them tirelessly making my bottom half spasmed every minute but it wasn't the act itself that made me surprised. Rather, it's as if I knew the two girls from somewhere, I just don't know who.
While I ponder, the girls continued their work at a much rapid pace until finally I felt something erupting within me. I knew what the feeling is but seeing the scenery that i'm in forced me to hold any longer. Unfortunately, the two girls beside me close to gap by brushing their chest on my elbows in a weird hypnotic-like, swaying up and down alluringly. It kept me from opening the cap so soon but not long after, another group of girls came into the picture. The girls on my bed faced at the group of girls too, welcoming their arrival with one of them pat her hand on the bed as a sign to join the fun. All of them pounce onto me at the same time while i'm still fighting back the urge to explode.
That came to an end when I suddenly felt my lower half intensified when something slimy entering my rod hole, merging with the substance i've been holding back, expanding it by tenfold. I don't know what it did to me but it made both my penis and ballsacks grew from above average to colossal size, inticing me to surrender to my lust now.
All the girls were clearly expecting the outcome and are ready to take in the spectacle. I was unable to do anything and blew what was possibly be the largest load I've ever released, ending the dream from there.
End of Markius's Dream (Lemon Over)
I woke up in a cold sweat. Looking at my surroundings just to be sure I wasn't dreaming. A confused doctor passed by, startled as I woken up in zero notice. He came to me, asking if I was feeling alright. I replied with a simple yes aswell as a small request to have something to eat for breakfast.
A few days later, my parents were able to come and see me. Mom looked more worried than my dad which is understandable given the way my sudden departure had spooked her so much. I told her it was fine since I've handled the situation quite well. My mom looked unconvinced but was thankful I made it back in one piece.
Afterwards, a few guards came into my hospital room which made my parents worried about the outcome. I negotiate with the guards stating my health is doing well while explaining the events that occured to me leading up to the ringleader being beaten by me through unconventional means. Although odd, the guards thankfully accepted the claim as to keep my privacy but also to not make my parents more worried than they already are. They promptly left after finishing their business, leaving me to rest at home for the time being although, the dream from earlier has already made it difficult to sleep than I normally would as it made me feel uncomfortable.
Morning - Marker's Residence - Damain Village - Florestyna
Third Person View
[Welcome To The World Of Magic, Markius Marker. The road to fulfill your dreams are steep but I have full confidence you can do it!]
"Oh yeah. I almost forgot I had this in me. I guess living in time of peace, you don't really think about this stuff too often. Oh well, It's better late than never." Mike reassured himself. After waking up from yet another weird dream he've received inside his barren bedroom, it's refreshing to see something good to pop up in his new life.
"Speaking of which, I should try to look into what I got. It'll be a good start to avoid doing anything risky as I am." He reminded himself again proudly.
Seeing as the PP the young kid been blessed with has really brighten his confidence up despite it coming from the expense of a frightening encounter with a child molester along with getting a lot of wet dreams whenever he had time to sleep. Probably a side-effect due to his rapid growing age. Nevertheless, Mike continued forth to learn more about his abilities and the System of Progression as a whole.
(Upon completing a certain amount of requirements; You've unlocked the System of Progression (SOP) within your psych. You can turn on this menu at the bottom right corner of your field of vision)
(Upon completely decrypting the SOP, you've unlocked your initial Personal Profession hidden within you. In order to see the abilit(ies)y you possesse, say [Status] and your current condition would show in a visual box.)
(If you require any assistance, say [Guide Help] for access of any knowledge there is in the system. The further the development of your Personal Profession, the better the quality of your own SOP. Thank you for reading the tutorial. Initializing Data of Current Personal Profession User.)
"Alright. Unless I miss something, I think that's everything. Now what to do?" Mike pondered, he can access the System Of Profession but now, what's the first thing he needs to do.
"I'll try checking out my Personal Profession and see how it'll work. I'm not wasting my youth hold up in my work for studies. I need to train too." Mike determined to not let his new life a complete waste. He knows the repercussions of not taking care of your life for granted. He been there before but not again.
"[Status]"
(Stats Of Reincarnator)
Name: Markius Marker (Previous Name: Mike Small)
Age: 5
Level: 1
Race: Humanoid
Body Stature: Skinny
Hair: Spiky Black Hair
Skin: White
Clothing: Blue-Stripped Sleep Hat, Shirt and Pants
Cock Size: Small
Balls Size: Small
"Why is this important?"
Occupation: Marker Residence - Damain Village - Forestyna
Jobs: None
Titles: Mama's boy
HP (Health Points): 120
MP (Mana Points): 60
ATK (Attack Power): 30
VIT (Vitality): 9
DEF (Defense): 9
RES (Resistant): 6
AGL (Agility): 17
INT (Intelligence): 38
CHA (Charisma): 2
WIS (Wisdom): 2
PCN (Perception): 15
LK (Luck): 0.04%
Personal Profession('s):
oProvidence Of Lust (Tier 1)
oProjection Creation (Tier 1)
oEndless Potential
"Hold on the minute. I don't remember having this in my catalog. What give's?" Mike questioned the System of Profession itself about the sudden 'third ability' he possesses.
[Analyzing Data Bank...No Trace Of Faculty or Mismanagement Of Your Abilities Detected. This Data Has Been Present Since Your Arrival On Andromeverse #8]
"So I always had this in me? How?" Mike contemplated to find the source of its origins. It can't be after the battle against the kidnapper. He only subconsicously used Projection Creation as self-defense to fight back so it's not during that time. There are a lot of unknowns the young boy thought inside his head yet none of them made any sense until he realised he could find the answer itsef just by asking the system. Silly Mike, there's magic in this world, don't let common beliefs to do the work.
"Uh What should I call you?"
[I do not have a designated codename within my program. However, if it means to comply your commands much more effeciently, then please give me a distinct name]
"How about Ama?" the boy chose.
[Ama? Hmmm...Analyzing Information. Initializing data directly to the motherboard. Please hold.]
[..z...z...z...Ding! Data Implementation Complete. Commencing new protocal for easy access]
[Greetings Master, My name is Ama. Your digital Artificial Intelligence guide within the Systen of Profession. What is your request?]
"Uh you don't have to call me master Ama" the young boy reassured his own talking voice.
[Nonsence. This is a necessary protocal to comply any requests.]
"I'll have to get used to this" Mike noted to himself.
"Anyway. Ama. Why do I have a third Personal Profession in my catalog and how did I get it in the first place?"
[As for the why, it seemed it's a gift given to you by a divine being during your initial departure.]
[As for the how, the Goddess of Life, Gaia, had blessed you this ability as a small favor for rectifying certain rules for the Reincarnation Project.]
"Gaia gave it to me? Huh. So it was a major oversight afterall." he thought back the instance he talked to the current Supreme Watcher herself during that time.
"Is there a way to reverse it?"
[Unfortunately no. Any divine being that has given an ability to a destined soul to a designated home, let's call it a Reincarnator, the ability will remain within the reincarnator's SOP forever. There are no conceivable methods of removing your chosen Personal Profession unless revoked directly by the divine itself.]
[I suggest to not bother this particular ability if it doesn't suits your liking.]
Normally, this would the logical way to avoid any complications in the future. On one hand, Mike can just only use Projection Creation to make anything he ever desired and with conjunction with Endless Potential, he'll always grow to his absolute peak regardless of the circumstances. Nothing can ever challenged him as long he makes the right choice.
On the other hand, the ability was a gift to him from Gaia herself. It'll be a disgrace to disregard what was already given to him in the first place. Matter of fact, he even promised to be her friend so not using the ability to its fullest potential would be a major waste. The only thing he'll need to get used to is the ability itself.
"I don't think i'm a playboy type honestly. If it can make me to revive dead people i've wouldn't mind at all but this is really pushing it." he grumbled with his internal dilemma.
[Do you not wish to live like a king? Statistically speaking, any progenetors coming from your spouses will improve humanity at its current state. I do believe this ability has its own merits]
"That's just your report talking. Not about how I feel. I don't even have any idea to get a girlfriend in the first place. Why are we having this discussion anyway?"
[Master. My protocal is to guide you in this new world you've lived in for such a short time in order to fulfill your dreams]
"My dreams?" Mike stammered.
[Indeed. It is my duty as your guide to ensure all your objectives to be completed as efficiently and satisfying as possible. While this is out of my protocal, I do suggest to make a comprehensive list of your goals to focus in the meantime to ensure complete success.]
[Trust me. You wouldn't regret it]
Talking with the blue screen in front of him has made Mike or he's other name, Markius Marker, to make up this decision in his mind. Before that, Markius hear someone is approaching to his room. He turned off the system for the meantime to check the commotion. The door opened and came Margaret, his biological mother, with a rare smile like she just received the greatest birthday gift of her life.
"Oh hi mom. What's up?" Mike asked her despite feeling out of place momentarily.
"It looks like we have guests coming soon. I just have this feeling you'll love to meet them" she replied with added ethusiam.
"Really? Who?" I tried to asked again until the door bell rang. A signal of another person on the other side. "Oh it must be them. I'll go get it." Margaret strolled her way to the front door while Markius with his small legs followed her on the way. Upon arrival, he is surprised to find out who is it.
"Wait. Aren't you those two girls?!?!" Markius proclaimed towards the guests whom just arrived into the Marker's home.
End Of Chapter 3: Arc 1, Florestyna - This Is Way Harder Than It Looks