Chapter 2 Eyes of newborn
Azren's POV
I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling—high, vaulted, and far too ornate for any normal house. Gold trim glinted along the edges, and there was a faint, sweet scent in the air. Everything screamed wealth. Luxury. Nobility, maybe.
Then I noticed the bars.
I was in a crib.
My body felt strange—soft, tiny limbs, limited control. I wiggled awkwardly and confirmed it: I was a baby.
What the actual hell?
I actually transmigrated, and I talked with the goddess, it wasn't all a dream or a prank.
Just as I started to process that horrifying truth, I heard a squeak and turned my head. Another crib stood next to mine, and inside was a baby girl. She looked about my age—probably five or six months old too. Her large, striking eyes locked onto mine. Then she tilted her head in a way that was… oddly aware. Way too expressive for a regular baby.
Ding.
A mechanical ding rang out in my head, and a cold, robotic voice followed.
[System bonded.]
Suddenly, a translucent panel appeared in front of me. The text floated midair, faintly glowing.
[Status | Inventory | Messages | Quests | Shop | Karma Points]
My breath caught. A system? A real one?
I tried to focus on the panel, willing it to respond. Nothing. I tried again—still nothing. No reaction.
From beside me, I heard a soft "Guu guu gaa gaa."
I turned to see the girl gesturing at the air, frustration on her face. Was she… trying to use her system too?
I couldn't help it—I stared. Her expressions, the way she moved—it wasn't random. It was thoughtful.
No way. Was she also a transmigrator?
Nah, So I returned my focus back to the panel. Still nothing. I grunted, trying to speak, but all that came out was a pathetic "Gaa gaa guu guu."
I sighed.
She sighed at the same time.
[Ding.]
A new message appeared on the panel. It opened on its own.
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Hi guys,
Are you awake? I just opened my eyes.
I think I'm like five or six months old.
How old are you?
Any powers awakened yet?
Is the world cool? Have you seen it?
Everything here is fantastic.
Hey—seriously, answer me!
Am I the only one online??
It shows people are active, but no one's talking!
Network error?? Anyone??
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More messages kept coming. Dozens of them.
I stared in disbelief. Someone out there was already typing full sentences while I couldn't even figure out how to respond. How the hell was he doing that?
Frustrated, I gave up. I looked over at the girl again. She was staring into space, mumbling baby nonsense with a completely stunned expression.
Then it hit me.
She was also seeing the messages.
And judging by her reactions, she was just as confused and overwhelmed as I was.
She really is a transmigrator. There's no other explanation. No normal baby looks at system panels like that. But hopefully, no one else can see our screens.
I let out a long sigh and leaned back in the crib, staring up at the ceiling.
Then it hit me—I was hungry.
I squirmed a little, unsure what to do. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move properly. I couldn't even point at anything. I wanted food, but how was I supposed to ask?
Then I remembered the one weapon all babies were born with: crying.
So, I cried. Loudly. With everything I had.
Seconds passed, then the door creaked open. A young maid rushed in.
She looked around seventeen or eighteen—amber hair tied into a neat bun, warm brown eyes, and a face that honestly wouldn't look out of place on a magazine cover. She wore a crisp maid uniform trimmed in gold, black, and white. Fancy. Stylish, even.
She leaned over the crib with a concerned expression and started speaking.
"Dara lunai? Meve shion ra?" she asked in a language I didn't recognize at all. It sounded like gibberish—musical, flowing, but completely foreign.
Still, she picked me up gently, patted my back, and out of nowhere—literally thin air—a milk bottle appeared in her hand.
She pressed it to my lips. I hesitated for half a second, then gave in and drank. My stomach needed this more than my pride.
As she fed me, she kept murmuring what I could only assume were comforting words. I didn't understand them—but something in me did.
Her voice was warm, soft. And strangely, I started to understand her.
[Ding.]
[System update: Host has begun to comprehend local language. Language interface adapting…]
I blinked.
The words she spoke began to shift in my ears. The sounds transformed, smoothing into something coherent—though still odd. I realized the system was doing something.
Then came another system message.
[Language processing complete. Switching system language from English to: Azure High Common.]
The text on my system panel blurred, then reformed. The font was different now, the characters unfamiliar—but strangely, I could still read it.
Weird. I didn't know what language it was—definitely not anything from Earth—but the meaning flowed into my brain as if I had always known it.
I swallowed the last of the milk, sighing contentedly.
Now that I wasn't starving, I focused my thoughts.
Stats, I thought.
The panel responded instantly.
[Opening Status Panel…]
Finally. Progress.
📜 Status Panel — Azren Solmere
[Name]: Azren Solmere
[Race]: Human
[Gender]: Male
[Age]: 6 months
[Title]: [Transmigrator], [System Holder]
🔮 [Core 1]
[Spirit]: Asi
[Energy]: Spiritual
[Rank]: Mythic
[Affinity]: Fire, Void, Space, Time, Destruction, Sword
[Realm]: Onyx
[Path]: None
[Ability]:
★ Everburn Script ★
Allows the user to comprehend the true nature of any rune through the expenditure of spiritual energy. Once fully understood, user can burn the rune onto any object using flame-infused spiritual energy, permanently inscribing its effect.
[Traits]:
Edge of Truth —
Grants absolute perception against lies, illusions, falsehoods, charms, enchantments, runes, and formations.
🕳️ [Core 2]
Status: Unawakened
⚖️ [Karma Points]:
Current: 10
(Can be used to redeem items, pills, or skills from the System)
As the screen faded from view, a strange sensation tingled at the back of my eyes. Like pressure building behind them, a low hum that buzzed quietly in my skull.
And then—
[Passive Trait "Edge of Truth" activated.]
The world shifted.
It was subtle at first—then dramatic.
The air shimmered faintly, like heat rising off stone. Patterns danced across the walls, symbols etched in invisible ink now pulsing with soft silver-blue light. The crib I lay in wasn't just polished wood—it was engraved with protective runes and arrays. Even the air around the maid glowed faintly, a thin veil of magic around her body.
Illusions. Enhancements. Wards.
She wasn't just a maid. No, she was something more—trained, enhanced, maybe even assigned to guard me.
My eyes landed on the other crib beside me.
Liora.
The girl—my twin sister, I now realized—was blinking rapidly at the air, her expression frozen in the exact same mix of awe and confusion I must have worn.
As I thought… she is also a Transmigrator.
And she also understood how to operate the system.
Before I could think further, the maid leaned down and gently tapped my nose.
"There we go, little Lord Azren," she cooed in that now-familiar language. "Fed, awake, and already giving me that sharp look of yours again."
My eyes widened.
Lord?
So I was born into nobility. No wonder everything around me looked like it belonged in a fantasy palace.
I turned my gaze back to the softly glowing script etched into the wall and let out a baby sigh.
Let's see what more does this system and the world has in store for me