Chapter 2:

Chapter 2: Prologue Part 2

The Second Coming of Mammon


A week later-

Aizen Frost, 7 days old, is currently trying to sit up straight. At first, he was lying with his back on the floor. Then with much effort, he flipped himself. Using his legs and arms, he slowly elevated himself up. Finally, he sat up straight by balancing his entire upper torso.

I did it! After days of trying, I, the great Mammon, have sat up straight! - he raised his tiny little arms in triumph. His way of talking still hasn't changed, but he's working on it. During his time as an infant, he has learned many things and realized many more.

This world is a completely different world from the one he previously consumed. A new universe. All the knowledge he had, which he used to deem himself omniscient, is now useless.

In the world he absorbed, the main source of power was Mark.

A Mark is one's power given to him at birth and can be cultivated with multiple methods, from training arduously to killing a person. It forms a tattoo on a person's body. Mammon's Mark technique was that he was able to consume an entity and make it a part of him.

However, in this world, there is no such thing. The only mark he has is his birthmark located in his butt, which isn't even a pattern but just a mere red patch. Magic dominates here, and like Mark, it is given at birth. The difference is that one can't properly use it until the age of 12.

How did he know all of this?

See those 2 dumb-looking "adults" peeking at the door? Those are his parents. His mother reads storybooks to him before he "sleeps" (Aizen can't sleep, won't sleep). The information was scuffed, but he was smart enough to determine the rest. But this can't do, he needs to gather more information. At the very least, he was thankful that the language was the same as his former world.

He wanted the books located in their tiny little library inside this massive house he's in, but he needed to be capable of motion. That's why he mustered all of his free time into practicing how to stand. He would sneak out at nights when his parents would be sleeping, though it proved too much for his legs. As humiliating as it was, he had no choice but to crawl. After days of practicing without his parents noticing, he was finally able to stand. Although, he was discovered just now.

"Our son is a genius!"

He could hear their "discreet" giggling from the door. He hated how they keep looking down on him with their ridiculous height, how they keep sexually harassing him by stripping him out of his will and shoving breasts in his mouth forcibly. He hated all about it. Most importantly, he hated his own body.

Why? Because he got reincarnated into the race that he despises the most - Humanity.

I need to stay low for now. They saw me crawl, but I'll never let them see me read books.


KingNoran
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