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Above the cosmos... Nothing hangs. How do you know? I'm not all-powerful, but I have common sense, you know? It is as if you were proposing life after death, a banality for the hopeless; but there is reincarnation... What? Confusing, meaningless and lacking logic... Above the cosmos? Could there be another more brilliant jewel that adorns the crown? It makes no sense, just like rebirth... Who would like to remember past memories? Traumas, attachments, beings; unless you are a slave. But who is not a slave? There are no exceptions... Could it be that above the cosmos I will find an answer? 'Son of a bitch', that's the best abstract promotion framework I've ever seen...

Finger_of_Shiva · Fantasy
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[Ancestral practice]

Nearby, the wind howled, transforming into fresh air. A large sun hung high in the sky, granting sun baths. But inside a garden, two large trees prevented its interception, producing a shadow.

Resting under it was a baby. Keeping his eyes open, uninterested in anything in particular; but something particular was reproducing in him, which was: his bulging eyes.

Federick was in an uncomfortable situation because he was captive of extremely tense blankets, that did not even allow him to move.

His presumed mother had wrapped him in these blankets with rigorous discipline. Perhaps they had mistaken him for an online sale and packaged him accordingly.

"SHIT, shit! Did they mistake me for shit and put a full-body diaper on me?! Shit..." This action cut off his oxygen supply, affecting his neurological conditions.

"System, repeat to me the cause of this deplorable act." Rocking in his thoughts, he decided to ask it again without expression

[Yes, my Lord: This is a traditional and cultural act of these lands, which consists of rigorously swaddling infants, under the argument: "The baby in its primal state, is found inside the Mother, totally shrunken. When it is born, it is frightened by its movement, so it is necessary"].

[I recommend that you do not ask double questions in its current state and... treasured the oxygen, Lord]

Federick had run out of words with this poorly done AI. But yes, under his chaotic state of mind, he had not taken into account three aspects that he had previously presented to him, his "System".

As he enjoyed breast milk and its nourishment for the first time, in this new space; The sign glowed in different colors, informing him of different points.

[As your innate power, I was born supreme; With spirit and name of my own. Originally I am 'Three Omniscient Sights', but adopting this form, you may call me "System"]

[My ability is proper to a Prophet who is his own God. I can intercept and elucidate past, present, and future; Manipulating celestial secrets, playing with destiny, and overthrowing ancient secrets]

[But as the truth of Karma: "Every consequence has caused." Cause, the driving force, is energy. Energy can be understood in different ways: Vital, inner, divine, astral, outer, and infinite possibilities; Indeterminate in the Divine creation].

Yes, now he remembered perfectly, why he should not abuse this ability at this time. In his infant state, his energy was limited, but strangely abundant comparatively.

When he had been born, he had asked who his Mother was and unconsciously had made use of his power, sinking into sleep with great fatigue as a consequence.

...

In the west a bright star was rising, being the sun, announcing the dawn of a new day. Birds perched on the branches of the trees, welcoming him with a song.

A few weeks had passed, and Federick was slowly getting used to his new state: His small fingers and short arms. He had spent the time trying to learn the common language of his surroundings.

Finally, his so-called system yielded some results. Daily he devoted some of his energy to invest in learning the language. And indeed, it had given him a fortunate surprise, he could transport the information immediately into his mind!

This new knowledge corroborated his original thought: All the capabilities of his system were not in his knowledge. What emerged and sustained, in that, he mentioned himself as "Supreme" and innately "Intelligent and spiritual."

But such a thing was to be put on hold for an answer, after all, he could not even bathe solitarily yet. Today he experienced it, although he was not disappointed, and enjoyed it.

Today he had suffered from abnormality; He had been awakened early, bathed delicately, dressed in high-quality clothes and coiffed

At this moment he was being taken by his Mother, in an item similar to a baby carriage, to a destination unknown to him

Perla, who in her all-white attire and figure, formed an ethereal aura around him, walked slowly carrying her beloved son, to perform the ancestral practice. Watching the path and occasionally the cheeks of her baby.

"Mhm, you've been saved from a torturous experience of patience, my little Fe." Perla laughed at her own words, not intending a reaction.

The ancestral practice was performed triennially, an ancient practice of her Family. It was even presented since the commemoration of the founding of the family.

Sequenced by two objects inherited by his Honorable ancestors, it could, mystically, measure the future performance of two areas, in the descendants: Military and Intelligence.

Since ancient times a division appeared in their Family due to these two objects. It was divided into two factions: Military and Intelligence. Some played the role of Leaders and others, of Generals.

After a long journey, she finally arrived at his destination. A large hall, which was located in a subway area, far away from eavesdroppers.

Dozens of individuals were spread out, male and female. It was naturally so because they were a large family.

Among these adults, there were also infants and children. With the same condition as Federick, they came to perform the ancestral practice.