Chapter 2: Dire Straits
'Nope. Not happening. Not gonna do it. Not gonna happen.' I scolded myself internally as I stared blankly at the shockingly beautiful women about to "feed" me.
Having accepted my fate I sat there and looked deadpan at the approaching nipple that I felt a surprising feeling of repulse towards.
'Is that what it's like to be reborn? Waiting day after day to grow, only to be stripped and changed without consent?!'
'Haaaah' I sighed in internally and begun to analyse my surroundings a lot more than I had been previously after I finished my breakfast.
'I really am in a new world huh' I said as I admired the wooden inside of the house I was residing in, along with the hosts, their three children and two elderly people who I could only assume would be the hosts' parents.
The hosts I refer to are my biological parents. I have never ever liked any form of authority over me but being a baby made it easier to accept that I had no choice but to rely on these people and pay them back as soon as I had the ability.
In this life, I have no plans to build relationships as a "family" as the entire reason I had no bonds with people were because they lead to weakness and put a leash on me. I shall become the best swordsman and Life Force user in recorded history, that's the goal that I must reach.
After being set down by the red haired girl who looked to be about 10 years of age and closely resembled my "mother". I begun to breathe in the specified way that I was taught in order to alter, relocate, store and coalesce my Life Force.
In my time as King, the three things I had going for me were my intelligence, my emission of Life Force and my Swordsmanship.
Whenever I cultivated my Life Force by meditating, I was always slower than my peers but I made up for that with genius level emission of it which results in a high mid to long range battle prowess. When I cultivate in this world though, it's different. It feels different. By different I mean that it feels like dirty, filthy and repulsive, yet strangely attractive black pieces of light are moving towards the centre of my torso forming a circular shape.
I continued this until I forcibly passed out from exhaustion and was awoken by sunlight shining on my eyes while I was being rocked horizontally by my "mother". I felt helpless, weak and useless in this body.
I needed to grow so I could start working and leave this "family" and climb to the peak. It was inexcusable for me to not strive for the peak of power and thus I decided I shall not rush things. Even if I do feel helpless, useless and pathetic. There is nothing that I can do about it for the time being.
Accepting my fate I fell asleep to a sweet humming sound made by my "mother"
When sunlight pierced through the window and onto my eye, I stirred awake. Feeling hungry I started crying in order to call the women who will feed me. After having a scrumptious breakfast, I was strapped to my "mothers" chest in a cloth and rested on her bosom while looking horizontally outwards.
A sudden knock on the door was all it needed for my "mother" to start shaking uncontrollably. I could feel her heat racing from fear as she moved towards the door to answer it. Opening the door, "mother" was greeted by a massive man, much taller than 6"4 with bulky muscles and a whip in his right hand staring down at her.
"Huhuhu haha, tyekgui juilop yo somooooo!" the man said with a perverse grin on his face.
"Jiji Huawruh kizorui" "mother" whispered shakily. Mother put me down in my cot and proceeded to take the man out off the veranda and walked into a shop which I had never seen before. I had never been outside either so I was quite bummed about that experience. The shop featured women standing on the veranda with either collars around their necks dressed in almost nothing, or without collars and wearing more mild clothing.
Some had red baggy eyes and others had happy expressions on their face. My mother entered the building just as the door shut which cut off the outside world. Using the time my mother has given me to myself, I meditated until I passed out again.
Upon waking up, I found I was in my mothers embrace. She had bruises all over her face, arms, legs, and chest as well as scratches that would scar if not treated immediately on her more sensitive parts.
She noticed my staring and inquisitive look and she begun to cry. She wept for hours and I actually felt something I had not felt in a long time. Rage. Pure, hatred at myself for not being able to protect my benefactor. Similar events happened over the course of 6 years it was on a quiet afternoon that I was patching up my mothers wounded arm with a cloth when I felt an unfamiliar pain scorching my torso.
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