2 Where are my Cheats?
When the soul of Caelum settled in, his consciousness began to wake up. When he came to Caelum realized that something was off, something was really off. He looked around, and his neck felt different, he did not mind this. He was too anxious to care about such trivial details.
Where was he? Who kidnapped him, who...
Caelum then notices that there are infants all around, they were tucked in their crib. He looked down and saw his hands, feet, and body. What the fuck!
Now that was something he could not ignore.
Was he a...? Caelum refused to believed that he, that he was a child a goddamn infant as well!
The more he examined his surroundings the more that Caelum desired that he could cry. That desire quickly came to fruition as his frustration erupted from his small body releasing a shriek.
"Wahhhhh!"
He was a fucking baby! Fuck! Damn, no!
His wailing has caused the other infants to wake up and scream. They screamed as if it was their job to be annoying fucks.
After he finished shrieking like some sort of damn banshee, ignoring the remaining infant's shrieks he attempted to compose himself. He somewhat managed to as he began thinking about the situation that he was in.
This whole situation gave Caelum a fright. His small body and its hormones were getting to him - basically being an infant was hellish, especially when an older mind is in a young body. Babies could cry and laugh at a drop of a hat, from frowns to smiles in seconds and that's terrifying.
To be unable to control your emotions to an extent, that made him feel powerless reminding him of when he first had started to play Draconic Heavenly War.
He could no longer play it, his favorite game in the whole wide world that realization struck him hard.
After he finished shrieking like some sort of damn banshee, ignoring the remaining infants annoying shrieks he had to compose himself. It is possible this is a dream...
He hoped it was maybe getting hit by the car was a dream too...
Absolutely not that... would be a dangerous line of thought.
He clearly remembered getting hit by a car. That... mother fucker! What kind of situation had he found himself in?
He could no longer play Draconic Heavenly War. He was a baby... He died and was in...
In what seemed to be a nursery? Cribs lined the relatively decent sized room, there was one large rectangular window with stitched curtains that illuminated everyone and everything in the room save for the corners.
He can feel and control his body either he was lucid dreaming, or this was...Reality. If it was it means that he is going to have to go through puberty again.
The walls seem, older, medieval-esque... he did enjoy the scenery in Draconic Heavenly War. It was a fantasy world. He quite enjoyed fantasy more than science fiction or any other type of stories. Fantasy simply resonated with him.
He wanted to know if he had some kind of a cheat, when he was not playing Draconic Heavenly War he was reading web novels. There was no evidence that he was in a fantasy world, or that he had a cheat of any importance. There was only enough evidence that this was the medieval times.
If so he would likely grow up to be a villager, play it safe.
If he only had his knowledge that he had he could advance the world's technology somewhat beyond what it was. If he were to offer more than he understood would only be exploited. He might not be the only one in this medieval world. There could be others, that both excited and frightened him.
If there were others, he could cash in on their prior shared experience on Earth, wait... This could still be Earth. But if it wasn't, that made some of his knowledge unorthodox, and perhaps exclusive depending on the fact if there are others like him who were... Transmigrated. If there really was only him as a transmigrator here this made him valuable, he, however, was not that old when he died and his collection of practical knowledge was too minuscule to change the world too much.
His agenda was to find out if with certainty A: Did he really transmigrate? B: Did he have any cheats?C : Where can he get some fucking food?!
He was starving for knowledge and something edible. He would have a busy day tomorrow. He had adjusted his body to be a bit more comfortable in the crib before he relaxed his body.
His eyes growing heavy... And heavier before he was forced by his rampant exhaustion to close them, at last dreams carried him away.
In the dark, a free-spirited elderly woman with a soft smile wandered swiftly through the halls of the orphanage before standing in the doorway of the nursery. She was wearing in what appeared to be a nun's outfit as she looked around the room quickly. She looked to be sweating as if she just ran a few miles in a hurry.
Children were crying, yet one was asleep already in such a loud environment, this surprised her. She barely focused on that truth when she placed her palm over the infants one by one and casted a magic that seem to relax the children. But upon arriving at the last crib the infant was sleeping with all that racket giving her less work to do.
Seeing that the children were alright and that they were no longer shrieking like a bunch of wild animals she left satisfied with the nurseries resident's calm demeanor.
No longer a battlefield of screams, it was a sea of silence. With everyone except Caelum who had to adjust to a time that in his old world already had passed. For many reasons for the better and if there was a reason, they didn't advance he would soon find out.
