Henry's pink eyes shimmered like gemstones. He could hardly believe how good it felt to spend without a care in the world. In his past life, every day had been a struggle just to scrape together rent and dinner. But here… here life was finally turning into heaven.
I'm not actually dead, am I? How funny would it be if this was all just an illusion before death? He chuckled at the thought. Yet the pain he'd endured during the Bronze Body forging had been too sharp, too real to be just a trick of the brain. Or was it?
Either way, he chose not to dwell on it. For once, he would live freely—happily.
Now, only the courier skills remain…
He tapped the last option that actually mattered to him—cosmetics could wait. If it wasn't a shiny new van, then it wasn't even on his to-buy list. His pink eyes gleamed as the menu unfolded, revealing what was available.
[|> Courier Exclusive Skills Store<|]
[Available Skill Points: 7,770]
[Please select a skill to purchase:]
[Packaging — Cost: 2 SP] [Wraps any object in protective mana-film, preventing damage during delivery.]
[Delivery Phone — Cost: 3 SP] [Summons a magical phone only Henry can use. Displays active orders and delivery times.]
[Order List — Cost: 2 SP] [Shows all pending deliveries in real time, sorted by distance and urgency.]
[Delivery Hub — Cost: 500 SP] [Unlocks a small storage space linked to the user's system. Can hold up to 10 parcels.]
[Returns — Cost: 1 SP] [Allows Henry to instantly cancel a delivery and return the package to the hub.]
[Potential Customers — Cost: 4 SP] [Scans the surrounding area for individuals who need deliveries done.]
[Speed Delivery — Cost: 2,000 SP] [Temporarily boosts movement speed by 50% when carrying a parcel.]
[Low Spatial Storage — Cost: 1,000 SP] [Unlocks a small personal spatial pocket. Can carry 2 additional items without burden.]
[More skills will unlock through achievements.]
Boy… is this a feast or what?! Henry's pink eyes gleamed as saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, uncontrollable.
Buy, buy, buy!
At this point he didn't look like a toddler anymore. If anyone were to stumble across him now, they'd think a gambling addict had possessed his tiny body, throwing points around like a madman. And yet, to little Henry, it was nothing more than pocket change.
One by one, the skills lit up in gold, flashing [Purchased] until the entire menu was glowing.
With that, 3,512 Skill Points vanished in an instant, leaving him with 4,258 SP still in the bank.
He grinned ear to ear, drool on his chin, his pink eyes sparkling like gemstones.
He had already set his goal — grind his way to a million skill points by age ten. If he could reach it, then his path as a courier in this world would be declared a success. If he managed to pull it off earlier… well, then he'd call himself a genius.
Or at least, that's what he thought.
Soon the night won against his weak child's body, and Henry drifted off before he could test a single thing he'd bought that day.
When the morning sun returned, he woke into chaos. The entire manor shook with noise—his father had come back from the front lines of battle against a neighboring kingdom. The atmosphere was tense, servants scrambling everywhere, but all Henry noticed was how quickly he ended up in the thick arms of a burly man.
The man's mustache was so sharp it looked like it could take someone's eye out, and his bald head shone like polished steel in the sunlight.
"Hahaha! Look at this sturdy little thing! Last time I held you, you were soft as dough—now you're hard as steel! That's my boy!"
Henry's pink eyes twitched. That booming laugh made him wish he could die again and respawn in a family of normal people. Still, he endured. Because freedom—freedom to test his system—would eventually come. Unfortunately, his father stuck around for a full week before marching off to another war.
By the end of it, Henry looked more exhausted than a ninety-year-old man. Every single day, his father "tested" him, pulling at his arms, tossing him into the air, patting his chest like a blacksmith testing iron. Training, he called it. Preparing another warrior, another heir. Henry just rolled his eyes.
I don't want to fight your stupid wars… I just want to deliver parcels.
Finally, when his father was gone, Henry's lips curled into a mischievous grin.
Now… freedom.
He shoved a heavy chair against the window with surprising ease, stacked another behind it to serve as his way back in, and slipped through the makeshift escape route.
Today I'll test battle skills. Tomorrow… I'll focus on deliveries. Like a true professional.
His heart burned with pride.
"Fire Spark!"
The words rolled off his tongue in clumsy but almost fluent speech. A week of practicing his voice while trapped under his father's watch hadn't been wasted.
From his palms, warmth surged. Sparks gathered, then ignited the air. And in his pink eyes, flames of blue licked to life, so hot that the air shimmered and warped around him.
Henry's face lit up, his eyes sparkling as if he'd just uncovered the treasure of a lifetime.
Now… how do I actually launch it at something? His pink eyes darted around until they landed on a small rock nearby. Perfect target. He raised his tiny hand, aimed carefully, and… nothing happened.
Okay, something's missing here. His brows knitted together as he stared at his palm. He tried again, forcing every ounce of focus into it—but nope. Still nothing.
"Tch… work already!" He stomped his tiny foot, cheeks puffed out in frustration. The flame in his palm suddenly swelled, shot forward in a streak of light, and exploded on impact with a deafening burst.
BOOOOOOM!
The courtyard lit up like daylight. A pillar of blue fire swallowed the rock, shattered the stone path, and rattled the very walls of the manor. Windows shook, the ground trembled, and the entire household jolted awake with startled shouts.
Henry's pink eyes went wide. Uh oh…
He spun on his stubby legs and scrambled back inside as fast as his tiny body could carry him. On the way, he didn't forget the chairs he had stacked beneath the window—he shoved them back in place with surprising skill for a toddler, then tugged the window shut tight.
His little hands gripped the crib bars, and with all the innocence of a baby angel, he flopped down onto the mattress just as footsteps thundered through the halls.
A giggle almost escaped him, but he bit it back, covering his mouth with both hands. Please don't think it was me…