3 Chapter 2

"Ah, never mind. In the light novel it was said that my father was killed by the Demon God Sect, but before his death he managed to obtain a demon spirit for his daughter." Already sitting on a chair, opening some book about demonic spirits, I began to think. "But I wouldn't trust this information."

After all, the fact of my very existence radically changes everything that I knew about the canon. First of all, I wasn't in the canon. Secondly, I'm not sure if this is my father? From what I managed to hear from my mother's conversation, my father is clearly not a high-ranking person in the Family, and any talent clearly passed him by. Therefore, you should not apply for any gifts from him.

"Hmm, I managed to end up in the world of cultivation. I'm lucky to even get into a familiar world," I thought, putting the book back on the shelf.

There was no random omnipotent being, no Truck-kun or his brothers and sisters. There was no divine lightning that "accidentally" hit me. I didn't die doing some heroic thing. There was also no obsessed girl chasing me who would love me in the next life.

I fucking choked on my food!!!

***

— Here, bon appetit, everyone, — an adult woman approached the table and placed a large plate of fried meat.

— Thank you Mom, —said the three children and began to put it on their plate.

— Thank you, Darling, —the mustachioed man said to the woman.

While everyone was having lunch, the middle child put a piece of meat in his mouth and his eyes sparkled.

— Kh...Kh...Kha...Kha, — the middle child began to choke.

— John? Here, take some water, — the woman said worriedly.

But the boy ignored it and continued to cough, trying to push out the stuck piece. When all the relatives had already gathered near the victim and were about to call the doctor, he stopped coughing.

— Kha Kha-Ahahahaha! — John began to burst into laughter, while the others began to understand what was happening.

— Y-you! — The woman pointed her finger at her son. — How dare you do that? We thought about calling an ambulance.

— This is not funny at all John! — said the father, rubbing his hair. — God, why do I need such a son...

— Hey, I thought it was fun, your faces were Pfhahaha! — He started laughing again, not having time to finish.

— Th-that wasn't funny, BROTHER! — the youngest of all began to stutter with tears.

Throwing a fork at him, she ran away in tears.

— Oh, — the boy began to rub his shoulder where the fork hit. — Why is she offended? She used to laugh when I joked like that.

— God, you really are an idiot, — said the eldest of the three children and followed her sister upstairs.

When she left, a tense silence fell in the dining room. While the mother silently cleared away the plates, the father sighed and turned to his son.

—Son... — the father began to say, but thought for a moment. — You understand that it was clearly not funny... We were worried about you.

—B-but, — John tried to say, stuttering from the seriousness of his father's words.

— Not "but", John! — Father said a little louder and harsher. — You are our only son, Rose's beloved older brother, Susan's younger brother... Do you have any idea how they felt? How do Martha and I still feel? Fear, John, fear that we will lose you...

— ... — John silently lowered his head.

— Don't do that again, — the father said, sighing. — It's almost midnight, you can go to bed, John. Don't forget to apologize at breakfast tomorrow, okay?

— Yes, dad... Sorry... — the son said quietly and went to his room.

— Ha-ah, — the father of the family sighed, leaning back in his chair.

— Robert? John left? — Martha asked, coming out of the kitchen.

— Yes, I sent him to bed, let him apologize to his family tomorrow, — Robert said, throwing his head back. — These jokes of his are getting worse and worse.

— It's okay, Rob, he's a smart kid. He will understand, — Martha said, placing her hands on her husband's shoulders.

— Yes, you're right, Darling, — Robert said and then looked at his watch. — Okay, let's go to bed, I'll talk to him about this again tomorrow afternoon.

The next day. Morning. The whole family could be seen gathered around the table again. Breakfast plates were also provided. John, who had been eating his food quickly before, put his fork down and was about to say something when he suddenly started coughing again.

—Kha Kha Kha, — John began to choke.

— Hmm, — Susan turned her head towards her, ignoring her brother.

— John, stop, — Robert covered his eyes with his palm and began to rub them. — I told you yesterday not to do that again. It's not funny.

— Kha Kh Khakh, — John continued to cough, while trying to knock on his back, his eyes began to lose focus.

— J-John, — Rose said, looking at her brother. — H-He feels b-bad.

— He's playing around again, Rose, — Susan picked up her sister and walked away so that her sister wouldn't see her brother. — Let's go to your room.

— Kha kha… — the coughing became quieter, and my vision began to blur.

— ...John, that's enough. We understand you, very funny, — said the father, finally removing his hand from his eyes.

What he saw was quite terrifying. John held his throat with both hands so tightly that his skin was bruised. His eyes were red from the pressure he had. The cough also became less frequent, along with John's breathing.

— Martha, call an ambulance, quickly! — the father jumped up, quickly approaching his son.

Before he could approach, John fell from his chair onto his back. Instead of a cough, there was a quiet, hoarse breathing that was already beginning to fade.

John's eyes darted around the ceiling. His vision was blurry and he heard almost nothing, there was a loud ringing in his ears.

Then everything suddenly went dark.

After a while, when John began to wake up, he expected to see the white walls of the hospital, and not to be squeezed in some kind of bag. As they began to push him out of the bag, John tried to take a breath. The next thing he felt was pain. Huge pain in the body. Yes, so strong that he could not stop screaming.

— AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, — John's sharp, piercing cry was heard.

***

— And here I am, — I said out loud. — In the world of cultivators, where strength is of paramount importance.

 I found out that this was a different world after about a week. Before that, everything I saw was faded and blurry. The first thing I "saw" were fucking giants holding me up to their faces. This was the first time in both of my lives that I shit myself out of fear. Only a little later, when they passed by the mirror, did I get my chance to look at myself. I expected to see a teenager curled up in some kind of cocoon, not a baby staring back at me. For the first time in my week of silence, I made any sound.

— "It's me?!!" — A-gu A?! — said the baby in the mirror.

— Kya-ah, so cute!

— Sweetie

— Young master. Young master. Young master.

 And those maids. One is stranger than the other. But at least they are cheerful and distract from sad thoughts...

 The fact that this is the world of "Tales of Demons and Gods" was very difficult to understand. Over the course of the year, I collected information from various sources. From my mother's conversations and her generally familiar appearance, the servants whom I tried to force to read books.

 Then I remembered. So I was reborn, right?

 So there must be some kind of bonus. Like a system or photographic memory, or some kind of talent.

— System?

— Panel?

— ...

— Oppai dragon?

— Ddraig?

— Geass?

— Inventory?

—...Ha-ah

— Heavenly Poison Pearl?

— ...

— ...Status?

Ding

— Oh yes, — I raised my little hand and began to look at my "golden finger," as people of culture say.

 Then I already roughly understood where I was. Kingdom of Earthly Fate. Kingdom of the Soul - Indigo. Spiritual root. Demonic spirit. Well, this all seemed to hint. And today Aunt Sho confirmed my guesses.

— Hmm, there are interesting people ahead of me, — I muttered into the void. — "Son of Fate" Nie Li and his friends, the Six Reincarnated Supreme Masters, the Demonic Beast Sage Emperor and his generals. What else?

— Oh yes, the story didn't explain anything in detail, — I propped my head on my hand. — Supreme Expert with the Book of the Spirits of Time and Space from some higher world, Creator of the Tiny World. And a bunch of different worlds besides the Kingdom of Dragon Runes.

 I sat in my favorite thinking position and began to analyze(Gendo pose again) what I had learned during my year of living here. First of all, how the hell do I understand what people say and write? Do they speak English and write in Chinese? In the light novel, Nie Li's friends, when they passed the test and entered the Draconic Rune Realm, did not have any problems understanding others. There was no language barrier. I have the polyglot skill in my system, but what about other people? I know that in the tiny world there were at least several eras with languages different from their current one. Is this the work of some Heavenly Dao?

Knock Knock

— Son, I've come, — sang the end of the mature beauty, who had just flown through the doors

She was truly beautiful, the most beautiful woman in both my lives, she looked a lot like me, it would have been a sweet moment of family reunion after a long time. But...

— Ha-ah, why are you bleeding again, mom? — I asked this woman tiredly, who was shining her smile in my direction.