Lucky or Unlucky?
(Mc's pov)
Have you ever looked in a mirror and thought 'thats one ugly ass person'?
Sitting upright on a bed that seems to fit 20 people I look see an unfamiliar cute 4 year old boy that seems he was sculpted out of a fairly tail. Then I realise as I touch my face and that the boy repeats the same movements... its me.
[Synchronising body and mind]
[Completed... memories now accessible]
A blinding pain shoots through my very being, too sudden for me to scream but convulse upon the bed. This pain lasts for only a few minutes but feels like a lifetime.
Now I'm watching a 4 year long movie. The first moment I opened my eyes. every diaper change, scrape, sense, laugh I felt as well.
*bang*
and the last scene I saw in this life.
Atlas San Venna. Thats my new name.
My father was called Peter San Venna and he was mildly rich man. he Graduated form the university of Oxford with PhD in Theoretical Physics. Got a good job as a professor and made some money by being smart in investing and saving. He had a stern personality and didn't like to joke around.
My mother on the other hand was called Rose San Venna. she was the opposite of my father being very passionate in life and showed affection whenever possible, an overall kind woman. she was also quite smart as well amassing a small fortune by selling the paintings she made as an artist after graduating with honours at a top art school.
We were a very happy family. Then that happiness was taken away when we went to a museum for my birthday in London. Where both my parents were brutally shot in front of me and I watched them bleed to death. A curse of Batman right? I remember the words spoken to me in the void and they said a price must be paid. and it was delivered in full.
I guess the luck I wished for didn't kick in until I synchronised with this body.
Now my eyes, bright green once full of love now hold a pain much darker then i ever knew in my previously ordinary grey life.
The worst part is I don't get to go on the almighty training journey batman went on because the person who murdered my parents were found just a few days ago as i laid in a week long coma from trauma since the night of their death. and there was no mysterious organisation behind it or any conspiracies, just the wrong place at the wrong time with a robbery gone bad.
Theres no justice to be delivered because it already has. Now I lay in my bed contemplating what I want to do with my new life.
[Host would you like to view your status?]
I guess I get a system like those novels I read. But the question remains is it a good one or a system where I would be enslaved to do its bidding?
"Yes"
[I am a simple system that only allows the host to search for information, integrate your batman template with ought issues and allow you to view your own status]
[There are no missions or quests unless a world ending threat appears]
At least I'm not bonded to slave system , thats good luck at least.
"Status"
[Name: Atlas San Venna
Age: 4 years
Health: mild headache and hunger
Emotional State: Depressed, sad, angry
strength-low
speed-low
stamina-low
IQ- 250
Skills: Perfect body, eidetic/photographic memory, Master Detective, Master Combatant, Master Weapons Specialist, Master of Stealth etc...]
All my attributes make sense seen as though I'm only 4 years old but one thing is bugging me.
"System why is my IQ so high wasn't batman's highest estimate 210 and the lowest 190?"
[Because of your own intellect despite it being mediocre, combined with the wisdom and experience of batman as well as his intellect, the perfect body removing any defects and the boost form your memory abilities, equals a high IQ]
That explains it. but to think this is how those high IQ people live. Everything is clear, I can feel how things go together and solve things considered impossible with only instinct and simple deduction. Its no wonder how batman was able to win against the real Darkseid in some of the comic versions, with his high intellect and absurdly wide arrange masteries the Mysteries of the world were put together for him. The IQ is an engine and and the experience and knowledge are the fuel.
I feel like a god now...
Nope, not going down that route, no thank you. at least I got my previous life to ground me phew..
Then I remember... my parents are gone and now I got to prepare for the future.
So lets see what my options are... alright I should have a bit of inheritance from my parents, I need money to make money so I should use that to either invest or bet using my luck. No I will invest and research some stocks as using my luck I can make some money, Then I use that money to order materials in order to build some servers to make some money making apps like flappy bird, Tetris, subway surfers, shooting games, snapchat etc.
lets see what the world is like first I got to know important events and see the differences from this world and my own.
*knock knock*
Who is that? Ahh right I have a butler now. it feels weird to have one.
*door opens*
"Master Venna your finally awake" the butler with grey hair and beard with a slightly muscular physique says but with sad smile adorned upon his slightly wrinkled face.
mumbling "Michael"
"I know it hurts master but your parents murder was solved and they wouldn't want you to suffer like this. I miss them as well as they took me in when all I had was gone now I shall look after you as they did me Master Venna. So please can you eat something, its been several days and you need to grow big and strong ok?" he says then passes me breakfast.
"Thank you Michael" I say with a slight smile but filled with some sadness as I receive the food and start to devour it uncaring for the frown on the butlers face.
"Remember your table manners sir and make sure to take a bath after you've eaten as I can tell you clearly need it after being near you" he says holding his breath then leaving the room.
"Haaahhh" at least I know I have one person I can trust in this life. The experiences and instinct of batman kicking in letting me know if Michael was lying or not but he generally cared for me.