Chapter 3: Mom

A few days have passed since the moment I've found myself in this world and I don't feel any wiser.

I'm spending my days lying on the bed of straw.

I'm starting to feel sick of rolling around and my energy is slowly coming back to me. Yet, I can't do more than stand on all four just for a couple of seconds.

Oh, and I have a visitor that brings me fresh milk every day.

I can't understand a word they're saying but it's a calm and caring, woman's voice.

I bet she's my new mom.

There's nothing to do except of feeding myself and the occasional roll over, so I'm killing my time and mana by talking to Clippy.

He told me that my mana is used up every time I cast one of my skills... and talking to him counts as a skill too.

It costs about 6MP per answer, which is not a bad deal, but The Analysis costs 20 MP.

My mana gauge is quite large but I feel like I have to be careful with this one.

Looks like mana or magical energy [MP] is all around us and my body is receiving it every time I'm resting.

I can't quite grasp it yet but it seems like it works similarly to photosynthesis in plants.

Since I'm something like a "traveller" from a different world, I've received [GIFTS]... at least that's how Clippy refers to them.

One of these gifts is my passive skill [NEW BEGINNING], thanks to which each point in my stats counts as 10.

Each living being in this world has the following basic stats: strength, defence, dexterity, charisma, luck, wisdom and intelligence.

The strength affects my overall vitality [HP] and, of course, as the name suggests, it shows how strong and tough a person... in my case, a kindling, is.

Imagine that defence is like a kevlar vest, although in this case, it covers your whole body and guards you from more than just physical injuries... whatever that means.

Dexterity levels show how agile I am and how much physical activity I can endure.

Charisma is supposed to help me make friends in this new world. Again, whatever that means.

Luck - well, I'm sure that's something I can't complain about because even though I still can't see a thing ever since I've been reborn, through some miracle I'm still alive.

The definition of wisdom is balance, experience and the ability to keep distance from immediate impulses.

This one's a hard nut to crack.

If I'm thinking right, back then when I lived on the Earth, my wisdom was growing by going to school and with new sensations or experiences I'd have... but this is a brand new world I know nothing about.

I don't think there are any schools for cats, so if I don't figure out how to increase this stat quickly, I could be in some serious trouble.

Anyway, let's get back to the recap.

I've kept the best for the end. And that best thing is intelligence, of course.

Why, you ask?

Because intelligence equals magic and magic equals well,... magic!

You know, spells and stuff! Yay!

Not only is my intelligence pretty high thanks to one of my other passive abilities called [REINCARNATION], but in combination with [NEW BEGINNING], I get to use ten times as much mana.

That's like ten fireballs in a row! Oh god, I hope they have fireballs in this world.

This whole thing feels like some sort of game.

And I feel like a cheater. Those [GIFTS] are way too good!

I'm not saying I've never fantasised about living in a game, but I would have never guessed it would come true one day.

I can't hold it any longer.

My heart might explode...

Yay! Yay! Yaaay!!!

...

...

...

Ehm. I'm back.

I just needed to do a little happy scream... Not like I physically can though. This body is not listening to me at all!

Where was I?

Oh, right.

When I asked Clippy what kindling actually was, he told me [NOT ENOUGH INFORMATION]. Again.

It looks like Clippy can only tell me about stuff I've seen with my own eyes or I have somehow interacted with.

I wonder if it's somehow connected to my wisdom.

Well, that's another reason to raise that stat.

Anway. New day, new questions!

Clippy?

[YES?]

I have a few more questions, what is the [VULTU...]

*tip* *tap*

Wait. I think someone's coming.

I'm pretty sure it's mom, as punctual as a clock.

*♪♪♪*

"৲〴°‶⊡⋗"

Hmm, what's that?

That doesn't taste like milk.

It's denser and sweeter.

Bleh, have you ever licked an iron bar?

It has an aftertaste exactly like that... but... why can't I stop drinking it?

YUMMY!

No... I meant yuck.

Stop.

MORE!

What's happening to me? I can't stop!

It almost feels like... something is controlling me.

MORE! MORE! YUMMY!

*Scratch*

"〤°︵৲!!!"

*Thump* *Thump* *Thump*

No, wait!

I WANT MORE!

I mean, come back!

... please?

What have I done?