Past Self (Part 1)

An hour had passed since their arrival, and as it was late, everyone was tired, so they had decided to go to sleep. As the youngest one and the least mature, she went to sleep first. The old man had set up a straw bed for her while he had taken the other one as Alex had decided to sleep on the floor.

As he sat down with his back against the wall, he had decided to use this time to familiarize himself with his new memories. So, closing his eyes, he started exploring his memory where he saw his past self-life like a movie.

While exploring his memory, the first thing he was introduced to was the dark side of this world. Apparently, the name of the previous owner of this body was Marcus. Sadly, he was born into a slave life, never knowing freedom as his parent were slaves who were serving a certain Noble. In this world, the lowest social standing point was behind a slave, and he was directly born into it. In this world, slave weren't people but object you can torture, rape, or kill slaves, and nobody would give a damn.

He was his parent's first child. As he grew up, he had to learn to hide his emotion while learning to nerve talk back to his parents or his masters (Eventually, never speaking) and hang his head low. You see, as others might be lucky and have parents who love them, his parents were angry at the world, and they were using him sometimes to let out their pain. He couldn't afford to make mistakes. If He broke something, he would be beaten, if he talks back to them, he would be beaten, if he looks at them the wrong way, he would be beaten, and if he cries, he would be beaten, and they had the audacity that it was for his greater good...which might be true as the noble could even kill him for just looking at them in the eyes but still damn.

Anyway, since he could walk, he had to use the minimal amount of strength he posed to run errands, but when he reached the age of 3, he had to follow his dad to learn to farm. If he failed at a task, he would be ridiculed and called useless, so eventually, he learned to tune it out while only putting his head down. But luckily, during that time, he was introduced to the system. His dad had shown it to him, they had compared it to each other, and something was clear to him. His father had a greater level stat, both abilities and skill level than him. Even with his young mine, he understood with a greater level and skill, you could complete a job better and faster.

So as the years progressed, he was grinding his skill by working. But as he continues, more stuff will be asked of him to do, but even if it hurt, he would do it. Eventually, two years passed in an afternoon, it was learned that his mom was pregnant, and eight months later, his twin sisters were born.

Marcus understood the consent of birth as he had taken care of some livestock, and he had watched the animal give birth and took care of their young better than his parents. He knew how sad and lonely it felt being raised by them and didn't want such faith for his little sisters. On that day, he vowed to work harder, not for himself, but for them.

As time went on, he developed a routine. He had to wake up before his parents and fetch water for them before living to take care of the animal. When he returns after feeding the animal, he watches as his dad leaves for the field and his mom, after feeding the kid, leaving for the lord mansion.

He would then play with his little sisters for a few minutes before finding something to eat. He will then bring them to the house of an old woman to take care of them while he leaves for the field. Sometimes he would return to check on them. Sadly, this routine came to a stop when he reached the age of twelve. That year his mom was rape and kill by the lord son for his amusement. On the day, her body and the news reached the house, his sisters started crying, and for the first time, he saw his dad cry but unknown to his dad, he shaded no tears.

Soon after that, his dad stopped working in the field and started to drink. The little respect he had built for his father vanished as he started working the field with his sister as they needed to reach the noble's quota to have enough food and money to survive.

Even though he didn't really like it as he worked, he also taught his sister and kept working as Marcus knew that as a slave to survive, the work most never stopped, and he had taught his sister so as well.

He himself had to work 300% more than an adult should as he could not watch his little sisters suffer so much, he worked himself to the bone to help them.

So, for the next month, he and his sisters devoted themself to working slowly, grinding their level and skill.

A month later, his father died while that day, his sister fell a little sad that their parents had died. Marcus felt nothing but disgust for the man as he burned his body. He never stopped grinding his skill, working non-stop to meet the lord's demand.

When he harvested, he had to go to the lord mansion who, unlike his house wish had been dilapidated along the year which he had to crudely fix himself as there was nobody else to do it, was huge and luxurious. Upon going in his carriage by pull by his old horse, he had to bow to everyone along the way and when he met the head butler.

He had to kneel on the ground, placing his head on the floor to endure the humiliation of the butler ridiculing his dead parent, insulting his sisters who by the way he had only meet once and beat them up, resulting in Marcus never bringing them here again, saying that his croup was of bad quality even through It long ago Alex had decided he would dedicate himself to his craft. If they said his crops were bad, then he would practice for years, only stopping to sleep for a few hours a night that he would make them see. They would all see. But it was useless, as the butler will criticize his crops as too devalue the price, and as a slave, he could say anything back.

But he didn't say anything back, so as not to anger the butler, and after being spat on, he gathered the gold coin, the butler dropped on the floor before leaving.