What Do You Mean You Don't Like Your Name?!

When I woke up, there was already something for me to eat. When I ate, I felt sleepy and wanted to go back to sleep, but I had to face a second round of warnings from my mother. In the end, I finally understood the purpose of this bluebird. And I eventually decided that maybe I had overdone it a bit. All the birds in the universe would surely be an exaggeration...maybe half....

Looking at the look on my mother's face, who is discovering from seeing the memories of the bluebird named Amanda, I felt like sighing.

Ok... 1/3 not lower than that!

The rest of the conversation my mother had with that fellow, I didn't find out. Apparently, even magical beasts have their secrets. I don't care if there are humans in this world or not. If they are the dominant power, I don't care. The important thing is that that idiot got too close to my mother, and from the looks of it, I can't kill him.

But I will cut off his limbs, fragment his soul, and torture him for a hundred years... and then hehehe...

I felt a sharp pain in my head, and soon I saw that it was the tip of my mother's tail. She hates it when I stop paying attention....

Now that I noticed all this time, my mother doesn't have a rattle on her tail. Maybe it was something I inherited from my father. Who is he? I don't know and I don't care.

Jorge was still clinging to me, trembling with fear of something I have no idea what it is. I can only use my tail to stroke his head in an attempt to get him to calm down. Thinking about it, I haven't told him his name yet.

When my mother got tired and went to sleep, I finally felt my mind calm down without the flood of information she was throwing into my brain every second. Turning to Jorge, who as usual was clutching my rattle, I used some spiritual energy and told him the name I had chosen for him.

I must say, however, that his reaction was not what I expected. He was furious, and used his little wooden hands. Although it was cute to have a wooden creature of his size hitting my almost 10-foot-long body, his blows strangely hurt more than I expected.

His punches, seemingly fragile, managed to ignore the defense of my scales, directly attacking my muscles and internal organs. It hurt a little, but maybe because Jorge was weak, it didn't hurt as much.

So I asked him to calm down a little and explain why he didn't like the name. He tried to convey his emotions as he did before, but failed. Finding this strange, I tried to use my sight to see if I could still see his soul. I found that all I could see was what I thought was his core.

Maybe something went wrong with the procedure?

Realizing that he could not convey his emotions, Jorge began to wave his arms and shake his legs, as if he was explaining something very important. But all I could think was that he was dancing... a very strange dance. Although my expression hadn't changed, the rattle of my tail wagged frantically.

Jorge eventually gave up explaining why he didn't like his name, and was sulking with his little wooden arms crossed in front of his chest. Despite his irritation, he still sat very close to me. How could such a creature be so cute?

I need to find someone to keep him company when I am away... maybe I will catch some fish in that river a few miles away. Yes, a fish should be good company.

I have noticed a few things in the almost two years since I have been reincarnated. My mentality has changed a bit. I was never an example of responsibility, my age never changed my way of thinking, or my way of acting. I always had a growing anger inside me, something that drove me to want to destroy everything, leading the universe into non-existence.

Things got a little better when I adopted that taken little girl, but that anger and hatred was always there, it was just under control. Now, however, although I still have fits of rage, I don't feel the desire to destroy everything. My body is no longer always tense, searching for dangers around me every second.

I feel more relaxed, lighter... freer. The only thing that still makes me feel bad is not knowing how my daughter and brother are doing. I have left several things prepared for them since I realized that my vital energy was almost gone. But it still doesn't seem enough. I have tried to communicate with the fragment of my soul that I left in the Immortal World, but something always interrupts this communication. Maybe it's because I'm still too weak. Or because I can no longer use the Dark Dimension. My fragment may have been destroyed, which is unlikely, because I would have felt it.

Whenever I think of the possibilities of what might be happening in that place, I feel a chasm forming in my heart. The madness that I keep trapped inside me struggles to break free. What little sanity I have left, which my San Mei'er and my good brother Xiao Lian, and now my mother, have fought so hard to build, seems like it will disappear at any moment.

My mind goes blank, and just sheer willpower won't allow me to burn up my soul and life energy and spiritual energy to force myself to raise my power level and find a way back to the Immortal World.

I have no noble motives, no epic hero's journey, no desire to save a world, or even the entire universe. For all I care, they can all be destroyed, and I wouldn't lift a finger. As long as my brother, daughter and mother are all right, nothing else matters.

That is the only reason I want to get stronger quickly. To ensure the safety of those who have given me a motivation to continue living. I want to make happy those who have filled my gray world with vibrant colors.

If anyone stands in the way of this goal of mine, not even a thousand deaths or having their soul tortured for a million years would be enough to spy on their sins!

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A few weeks passed, and I learned a lot from my mother. When I was preparing to return for my journey, she said that I could not leave until I reached at least Rank 5. I was a bit confused at first, but I didn't complain. She must have her reasons, right? And apparently, a war is coming. I won't complain about staying with my mother and learning from her. Better to learn from someone than to learn alone.

My learning began, and the first thing she taught me was how to use my element more simply and effectively. Because I have used Ki all my life, I am in the habit of ordering my energy to move in the way I want it to move. But spiritual energy doesn't work that way, even more so for an element that is in the Pillar of Creation.

The Plant element is intimately connected with creation. But like all things, for there to be creation, destruction is necessary. We were now in a new cave, but well lit and more spacious. It also had a lot of that warm black grass that was comfortable to sleep on. Thinking about sleeping, it made me a little sleepy.

Tapping me lightly with her tail, my mother used the pain to awaken my senses. Walking over to a grassy area near the cave entrance, she first transmitted what she was going to do, and then did it.

Circulating some of her spiritual energy, she seemed to talk to the ground, and soon after, a tree grew at an accelerated rate, and soon a tree 650 feet (0.2 km) high was in place.

Right... so even when she uses the same amount of spiritual energy as I do, she gets better results... how frustrating!

My mother ordered me to try until I could create a tree 33 feet (10.06 m) high. And so my tedious practice began...