Pah!
I woke up once again to the chill of death eviedent, making me sweat like a waterfall.
"Dammit, I died again. I couldn't even last a day."
Where the hell am I now?
I tried to push myself up, but I couldn't, as my limbs were short and frail.
"What? It feels like I am pinned to this damn bed," I said as I rolled around the mattress, reaching the end of it.
I raised myself up with the support of the headboard, my feet dangling.
Why is my body so small? What am I, now a kid?
I jumped down from the bed, landing with a thud on the wooden flooring, and went to the mirror to get a look at myself.
It was an undeniable fact, but I had now transmigrated into a kid.
My name is Kiet Bayani, a six-year-old kid in Fortvale and a student at Golden Bamboo Primary School. a grime with twelve swirls
I stared at the mirror for a moment, scrutinizing myself.
"So I can be transmigrated into a kid too? What's the point of it?"
Goddammit.
"To make it worse, I am now in a nation that is in the Ocean of Variables."
"What should I do now?" I said, walking towards the bed, trying to climb it, and ultimately failing.
Ugh, why did I even get out of that damn bed?
I was in the center of the room as the morning sun filtered through the open window, the curtain swaying with the blowing wind. The walls were painted green and cracked, with black mold spreading around the corners. Dust lay on every surface and was almost suspended in the sunbeams. The iron-made bed, was placed against the wall, with a thin twin mattress spread neatly on it. Next to it was a small table with a mirror, a clock that read 6:24, and a paper calendar hanging on a nail.
Today is the 1625, Month of Seren, 28th.
A low shelf was placed with folded clothes, tools, and small toys scattered all over. The ceiling fan above rotated slowly, blowing warm air and dust. The floor was cool against my feet. A doorway led to a small bathroom adjacent to it. Through the window opposite me, I could see a woman in the fields outside, feeding fodder to a cow. She was dressed in the loose, common clothes of a farm worker in dark red with a white napkin swaying.
That woman...she must be Kiet's mom. Her name is Linh Phuong.
"Ugh, now what am I supposed to do as a six-year-old kid? tch, if I was a bit careful back then, I would have lived instead of being ripped apart, and damn that Adrian guy, it's because of him."
If I think about it, all the times I died it was because I was careless...except when I was in Siku's body, and it's random, so there must be a purpose for all of this, like it's shown in the novel. So what am I supposed to do in a kid's body? Just live? The chance of me dying as a kid is low, and Kiet got a mom too, so she will protect him.
I scratched my head as the itching from the ticks and mites was unbearable.
"Ugh, these mites, is it because of the dust in this nation?"
"Kiet, honey, come out." I heard his mom call out, waving at me, her other hand feeding the cow.
Should I go out? If I just act like Kiet, nothing's going to happen.
"Yes, Mom," I said back.
Tch, I am calling someone else, Mom...never thought this would happen.
I took a step out of the house, the entrance elevated by wooden blocks.
"Why did you wake up so fast, Kiet? Had a bad dream?"
No, I just got shredded by a propeller.
"Uhm...no, I just woke up," I said, rubbing my eyes like a child.
"Is that so? Well, why don't you go brush yourself?" Kiet's mom lowered herself to my level and patted my head.
"Okay."
"And get me those waters, okay? Vang is thirsty."
Vang? That's the cow's name? looks like the name of a mythical beast
I walked around the house and went to the tap, which was connected to a well.
"Hmph, feels like I am in a scripted documentary."
I twisted the tap, and the water started to fill the bucket.
swoosh!
I kicked the wet mud around the well as the bucket filled, and my gaze fell on a wingless moth which was being eaten by ants.
Huh, what's this chill? I feel uneasy all of a sudden.
I turned off the tap and picked up the tiny bucket and made my way back to Kiet's mom.
I looked up to take a look at the sky; the bright morning sky was slowly getting darkened with roaring thunder.
thunk!
I dropped the bucket down; the sky darkened with pitch black, emitting an aura far more fearsome than what I experienced.
Moo!
Vang's cry struck my ear, and it vanished in an instant.
"Am I going to die? "No no no no," I said, taking a step back and falling abruptly, my feet giving up.
Move, goddammit! Why are my feet not listening? Goddammit, move!
Keek! Grrr!
"Arrgh," I yelled as I saw Kiet's mom's head beheaded; the blood trailed as it rolled to the side.
What the hell is happening? I shouldn't breathe...I need to run. I need to run. I should be quiet. I can't breathe.
I shut my mouth, stifling a scream, as I felt someone nearing me, the aura getting stronger.
I should run!
I quickly got up on my feet and tried to run away, holding my breath.
cheek!
I fell face forward trying to muffle my scream as my leg was sliced in a clean motion.
Whistle!
"Look at what we have here," I heard a sound; the tone mumbled as if it was voiced by many people.
I looked at it, the view making me nauseous and sending a chill to my spine.
It was the being whose face was cracked. It was a severed face. It looked as if the entire body was made with parts of humans. The left eye was different from the right, the mouth didn't match with the forehead, the right arm was shorter than the left, and the index finger was longer than the middle. It was as if a cluster of humans were stitched together.
What is this monster? Why is it here? Am I allowed to think? I don't want to die. I don't want to die.
"That woman—is that your mother? She was a good kill; she never felt an emotion of that caliber."
"But yours feels like it's in a bad state...most kids are joyful, but yours are a mess."
"I want to try them…if it's good, I might even boast about it."
"Now don't be afraid it will ruin it."
Its hand warped into something like a machete, and in one clean strike, it beheaded me.