4 Chapter 4: Family and a Time-Skip
Around 2 days passed before Lawrence's was finally able to learn his mother's name and his birth date by snooping and eavesdropping on pretty much every one of her conversations. It's not like he could help it, he was literally stuck there without the ability to move.
His mother's name is Lissandra Napier, and apparently, she is his only parent. His birthday was March 6th, 1985, a decade before the events of Captain Marvel, and over 20 years before the events of the Avengers. Lawrence never saw his father or heard his mother speak of him, so he didn't really care.
The benefits of an adult mind are that he was already well adjusted to the darkness of life and understood that sometimes certain things were just not meant to be. The cons of having to adult mind are being forced to do his business in diapers and lets just not mention breastfeeding.
Moving on, he was perfectly happy with having just his mom, especially with all the love that radiated from her soul.
Lawrence luckily was able to control who he saw with his soul sight, so he had yet to use it on another person.
After two days at the hospital, they were finally discharged, and his mom brought to his new home.
"Welcome to your new home my little angel, I know it's not the best, but I will make sure you only have happy memories here. This is going to be your home little Law; I hope you love it" His mother cooed as she brought him into their cozy two-bedroom apartment. (authors note Lawrence is going to be referred to as Law from this point on)
The apartment was clean, discounting the dust that had settled on the ground from being away for a few days. It was a rather sparse apartment with nothing of there being nothing of note except for a fully decked out baby room in the second bedroom.
His crib was currently in his mother's room, but Law could tell that she went all out in baby proofing and p*mping out what he could only assume was his room. It was filled to the brim with plush toys, rattles, and a small bookcase filled with children's books.
It filled his heart with such warmth and joy that he wanted to start crying but held back as to not make his mother worry. Every moment with her healed the cracks that formed in his past life. Every day whenever he was not sleeping, he spent within his mother's reach. When he slept, he used his soul technique and began forming his ki and body cultivation methods.
This task could not be compared with compiling a soul strengthening technique, there were literally millions of cultivation techniques Law needed to read, sort, and use to compile his perfect ki-refiner cultivation technique and his perfect fiend-god cultivation technique.
The ki-refiner cultivation path referred to the ability for cultivation to refine element ki in one's body more and dantian. This allows on to control elemental ki, create Artifacts, control magic treasures and utilize magical formations. Training involves increasing one's understanding of Dao and absorbing enough elemental essence.
The FiendGod body refining path requires one to train their body in order to acquire boundless strength, heightened senses, and even the ability to regenerate from a single drop of blood. The source of power for a FiendGod body refiner continuously refines as they grow stronger. This allows them to use a variety of divine abilities.
This was going to take years to finish and without a suitable technique, his foundation would not be stable enough for him to break through higher levels. Thus, Law decided to start his cultivation when he became 5 and hopefully finished creating his perfect cultivation techniques for both paths.
'Damn it, why couldn't I just asked for a stupidly broken power like Saitama's strength, or the f***ing rinnegan, but no I had to wish for the tedious ability to have to cultivate.' Law couldn't help but curse in his mind.
Until Law finished his cultivation techniques, he would do his best to keep his body in perfect shape, and to help improve his mother and his living situation. With newfound determination to take the world by a storm, he pooped and started crying for his diaper to be changed.
"Aww, little Law what's wrong did you go poopy. Don't worry I'll have you changed in a jiffy". His doting mom said as she picked him up to change his diaper.
'Before taking the world by a storm, I must first potty train myself as soon as I can walk. Being changed by my mother who is younger than my mental age is humiliating.' Law thought as he was being carried away.
—Time Skip—
March 1st, 1990
"Are you dressed yet Law, don't make me come in there and dress you myself. Breakfast is ready in about 10 mins you better hurry up or it will get cold." His mother's light scolding tone could be heard from outside his door.
Inside the room, one could see a cute 5-year-old boy with long shaggy crimson hair, a pale white complexion, bright purple eyes, lean thin body, and was around 3'5 feet tall.
"Coming mom, I'll be out in about 2 mins" Yelled back Law determined to keep his slight independence. The Law ignored his mother's warning he was forced to sleep with her and get dressed by her for a week.
'Damn, it's been 5 years already huh. I can't believe I just finished it today, well I guess I'll get started at night today.' Law couldn't help but think.
Five years had passed since his birth, and honestly, Law couldn't be happier with his current life. He started crawling when he was 3 months old, he started walking after 4 months, said his first-word "mama" after 6 months, and could hold a proper conversation by the age of 1. At least he had cemented his image as a genius in his mother's eyes.
After every single event, his mother would cry and hug him for hours after, not that Law had any problems with staying in his mother's embrace. He had also managed to strengthen his soul enough to hold 20 memory partitions, he also now appeared in his 5-year-old form in his mindscape instead of his 30-year-old past form.
Law's room also went through some changes, he now had a small little bed in the corner of his room, with a box for all the toys, and his shelf had leveled up with a second layer and more advanced books, such as novels.
His mother is a rather successful writer and editor for her 'uncle's' newspaper in Queens. Although there was no such this as a maternity leave yet, she was able to work from home because of her job.
Apparently, the newspaper's owner was a family friend that took her in when she was kicked out by her parents when she got pregnant with him. Lissandra is the only daughter of a rich couple who owned a couple of successful wineries in New York. When they had found out about Lissandra's pregnancy, they disowned her, cut her off and kicked her to the curb heartlessly, how ironic.
Moving on, he still did not access his cultivation dimension yet because he did not want to worry his mom by suddenly disappearing, and he didn't want his body to mature faster than average.
He would have to start school when he was 6 so he had about a year before starting the hell known as elementary school, at least his mother didn't make him go to kindergarten.
Finally, Law had finished his cultivation techniques. That's right, he had completed the insane task of going through millions of cultivation manuals so that he could make the perfect cultivation techniques.
His techniques were called…
"Law if you don't come out right now, I am going to come in there and dress you right now. We have to leave soon to go see my friend" His mother called out in an annoyed tone from what he assumed was the kitchen.
