Chapter 4: Timeskip Without A Timeskip And A Timeskip'Where am I? – Okay, that joke's getting old.'

  Looking around, I saw – very little. Turns out, babies can't see very far. How I was capable of seeing in my imaginary space you ask? Well, I was in the form of my previous life there. It was one of the many things I could control, tho I only had a choice between two bodies:

  My old bodyMy new bodyCause being a baby would be inconvenient, I chose to stay in my old body. Btw, I have no fucking clue, how that was possible in the first pce since the body is something nobody in my old world understood completely, lest me, a 31-year-old guy, who never dived into biology after school ever again.

  Moving on, I heard a voice and stopped time. No literally, I went into the white room and stopped time. It was because I had discovered a serious problem. I didn't know the nguage.

  'I mean, yeah I'm still a child and have plenty of time to learn it, but what if they say something important while I don't know it? Unfortunately, I can't learn it now, because a baby's hearing is pretty bad. That means that even if I have a perfect memory – Right I have a perfect memory, meaning I can remember everything they say and if they say something important, I'll remember it and know it once I learned the nguage.'

  With that realisation, I resumed time. Looking up, I noticed that I was now in the hands of a maid. The maid's expression turned from a happy one to a weird one, as soon as she looked at my crotch, presumably to check my gender.

  Then she hectically screamed at the one behind me and turned me around to show off how smooth I was. There I could have a look at my parents for the first time.

  My mother had silver shoulder-long hair and a gentle expression on her face, unperturbed by my smoothness. Her age seemed to be around twenty years old. Her boobs were moderately big.

  My father had short blond hair. Unlike my mother, my father showed a surprised expression on his face, but he too showed no signs of disgust.

  This was different from the maid, who now looked at me like a monster. After a moment she too calmed down, but her frown stayed on her face.

  Time quickly passed until I was one year old. At that time, I stopped time for five months until I was capable of understanding and speaking the new nguage.

  I also found out that I could split my consciousness between my body and the white room. I could even determine the ratio. If I split up a lot of consciousness into the white room, very little would remain in my body. This would in turn result in my body having less thinking capacity, actually making it easier to pretend to be a baby.

  If you're wondering about my reaction to breastfeeding, then I can say that I had no qualms about it. After all, at that time, I saw my parents as tools.

  After sifting through my memories after I learned this word's nguage, I found out something:

  Turned out, that people with more Magicules in their bodies can live longer, some far surpassing the age of 100.

  When I heard that I was truly surprised. Didn't that old man say, that immortality would defeat the purpose? I could understand that sentiment, as in the great scheme of things, he just wanted to preserve his divinity. So why was he allowing me to live longer? No, why was he even seemingly encouraging it?

  Then it hit me. A small phrase he used when expining. He told me that it was like I lent him the divinity.

  'Could it be that there is interest?!'

  Thinking of that, I imagined the worst scenario. He attached his divinity to me to slowly but surely devour my soul. Thinking further, however, this didn't make any sense out of a simple reason.

  'Why me? Why would he choose me? I'm the most distrustful person out there. Anyone else would make more sense.'

  After a bit of pondering, I came to three potential scenarios.

  He just chose a soul at random and it happened to be me.There really was an issue with the circle of reincarnation and he decided to use this opportunity to devour me.Everything he told me was true, I just didn't know the full picture.I decided to act with the first two scenarios in mind. That meant I needed to get stronger fast. And so I made a gamble and stopped time. The reason this was a gamble was because there was a chance that using the ability would speed up the devouring process.

  Then during the stopped time, I started to research Magicules, Mana, Magic, Combat Techniques and most importantly souls.

  Time passed quickly.

  One year, two years, five years, ten years, twenty years, fifty years, one hundred years.

  Finally, I had completed my research. As it turned out, the old man just didn't say anything about it. Indeed, the longer I lived, the bigger his gains, but that was because divinity multiplied with time. In other words, as time passed, the divinity continued to grow.

  And even that growth rate stayed the same, whether it grew inside my body or inside of him. This meant that he would still not make a loss, even if he regained the divinity way ter. Talk about unnecessary worry.

  Oh, by the way, if you think that that was all, I found out in those one hundred years, then you have a giant misconception.

  First of all, my control over Magicules and Mana has tremendously improved. Unfortunately, I had never seen a Spell before and could thus not develop any spells.

  Instead, I developed a way, with which I could keep my Magicules perfectly pure and still have a Mana amount equal to, if not more than a Warrior at the same stage.

  Warrior is what I dubbed the core users.

  And so nine years passed.

  'Soon!', I thought, 'Soon I can begin face-spping!'

  Even after a hundred and nine years, I never lost my goal.