My story begins

The booming cracks of lightning strike resounded in my ears as I did my best to sleep through the storming night. It was hard, even though the sound of thunder was incredibly comfortable to me for some reason. And I knew this wasn't the case before. Before, I was just as wary about a lightning strike as any common man would be. Especially when I knew how close this lightening fell. I knew this fact was something important, but I couldn't care about it for now. Maybe being reborn just does that to you, or maybe it's a trait I've picked up in this life. I couldn't careless right now.

Can't really, when you are trying your best to sleep inside a mud-hut in the middle of a forest. Atleast my new mother wasn't bothered with it. She probably enjoyed it, considering the small smile on her face as she sat facing the opened door of our little hut.

With a finale sigh I gave up on the impossible task of going back to sleep and got up from my hay-made bed.

"Can't sleep?" My mother's tender voice reached my ears as I stretched my tiny 6 years old body.

I grunted absently in response, still a little sleepy, and shifted my attention to check my status instead.

Mikael

Age: 6

Tier: 1

Race: ???

Level: 60

???: 600/600

Stamina: (500/600)

Health: 570/570

Stats

Strength: 46

Speed: 81

Dexterity: 69

Endurance: 50

Constitution: 57

Mental: 31

Spirit: 60

Points: 30

Skills:

Combat–

Basic Spear-wielding (10/10)

Advanced Spear-wielding (5/10)

The status window was a small blue window that covered a small part of my eyesight completely. When I first saw this window as a baby, I had thought I'd been reincarnated as a gamer. However, over the course of 6 years I've come to realise it was nothing more than a glorified calculator. It didn't give me any perks, or gamer like abilities. If it gave me any experience for killing then I didn't know cause it never showed me. Neither did it give me a dungeon to experiment or grind my levels. It gave absolutely nothing except the basic skills of a gamer; The gamer's mind and body. Oh, and a single fucking point every 2 levels.

Which was why my progress was slow. Incredibly slow. The 60 levels I had right now? They meant absolute nothing due to my 'Tier 1' status. Every creature and every living being was given a pre-prescribed tier, and the difference between each tier was huge!

On top of that, my mother never let me handle any monsters no matter how much I beg, instead preferring me to learn spear-wielding. Thank god I had atleast some talent in that.

"Come here." My mother's gentle voice reached me again. Turning, I saw her patting the open muddy ground, inviting me to sit beside her. The cold muddy floor of our hut comforted me somewhat as I approached my mother. Or well, my mother in this life. Though I was already over my reincarnation status long ago. No point in thinking about subjects that didn't matter.

I took this moment to observe my mother. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful being I've ever laid my eyes on; with high cheekbones, luscious golden hair and the most striking violet eyes I've ever seen. I was 100% sure that she wasn't a human, there was just no way a woman like her existed without getting world-famous. Plus, there was another bigger reasons for my belief that she wasn't a human.

I calmly took my place beside her, making sure not to drop my eyes below her face.

The reason I didn't think my mother was a human was because...she was also the most... voluptuous woman I've ever laid my eyes on. Or ever imagined, for that matter. This included all of my anime waifus too. Were we not constantly being hunted like some cheap grimdark movie, I'd have thought that I reincarnated into some A-class hentai world with an incest theme.

I turned my head to stare at the sky then, both of us not speaking anything as we watched the dark night quietly. The flickering of lightning was the only thing that illuminated our surrounding from the pitch black darkness, showing the dense silhouette of trees, away from the clearing our hut was. A normal human wouldn't have seen much, even with the white flashes of lightning. But we weren't normal were we? No, of course not. I could see quite clearly even without any help from the white flashes. And I was sure my mother was the same.

"I'm glad you are awake, Mikael. I've decided it is time that you know about your true nature." My mother broke the silence between us.

I turned to look at her in surprise, watching her striking violet eyes staring past the meadows.

"Really? What's the special occasion?" I asked, doing best to keep my excitement down. After living in ignorance for so long, I'd love to get some answers.

Since the day I was born in this world, all I could remember was traveling. From one place to another, from one forest to another. Never stopping, never living. Only running and surviving.

I couldn't blame my mother though. Not when I knew how desperate she was to keep me alive. I may have once thought her to be overly paranoid, but that feeling had quickly evaporated when we were being constantly chased by demons and monsters. It isn't Paranoia if they're really out to get you afterall. No, I didnt blame my mother for that at all.

What I did blame her a little though, was her constant denial to give me any information and thus keeping me ignorant about this world. How was I supposed to help her if i didn't even know what we were fighting against? How was I supposed to survive? Will we live the rest of our lives running from one place to another? Hell, I didn't even know what the fuck I am. Certainly not human, I was sure of that atleast.

Aside from her otherworldly beauty and sinful body, there was one more reason why I knew my mother wasn't human. It was a late night and we'd just escaped a particularly disgusting wretch of a monster, only to immediately get trapped by three other beings. I only had flashes of memories of that night but one thing I was sure of was my mother's true form. 6 pairs of raven black wings attached to her back, spread outwards in all their glory. I would've been scared of her form, had it not been the most erotic sight I've ever seen in both of my lives, including my previous one. I felt a little guilty about thinking of my new mother in that way, but what else was one supposed to think when one of the most beautiful and sexiest woman they've ever seen suddenly sprouts 12 pieces of jet black wings while wearing the skimpiest bikini ever? I couldn't even guess how the hell her clothes transformed into that...bikini thing..but still! It wasn't my fault that I thought that way... I still had a mind of a young man afterall, even though my body had been that of a toddler.

"The truth..." She sighed, suddenly looking more tired than ever. I squeezed her hand lightly, just to remind her I was still there with her. While i wanted to know the truth, I knew just how difficult it must be for my mother. There has to be a reason that she so vehemently denied me this knowledge. Afterall, she had never refused me anything in my life.

My mother had always made sure to give me whatever I ever asked for. I wanted to eat something other than forest food? No problem, my mother will risk her life and steal some food even knowing that we'll get swarmed by monsters soon. I wanted to wear something other than torn clothes? No problem, my mother will rip a part of her own wings to craft me clothes if I so wished. I was the centre of my mother's world. I was my mother's world, and her sun, her moon, her star. And I knew this. Which was why I never demanded anything of her, and always tried to make her life a little easy, tried to be the adult that I was mentally, even if I wasn't a good son, or a good person in my previous life. Though it usually never worked, for some reason she knew exactly what i wanted, and no matter if I verbally asked, she'd always do her best to give it to me. Which was why I knew she was hurting each time she denied me the information. I tried not to ask her after the first few times, but after six years of blindly running around in the wild? I was getting a little impatient.

"You turned six yesterday." She finally replied, turning to look at me directly with her sharp violet eyes. As the sun's first rays fell upon her face, I could've sworn my mother looked like a truly divine Angel then. "I have no more excuses. It is time you knew the truth."

I had thought that I'd be happy when I heard these words, that I'd want to pump my hands up in joy. But for some reason, all I felt was trepidation. I knew at this moment, that life was never going to be the same again.

Finally...my story can start finally.