Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out? Chapter 3 Heroes? Demon Lord? What's That?

Life as an infant is a grueling ordeal.

You possess no mobility to speak of.

Your skeletal structure is frail and delicate.

Even the slightest attempt to turn over leaves you gasping for breath.

Furthermore, you have absolutely zero mastery over your bodily functions, which explains the constant necessity of diapers...

Wielding magic feels like an insurmountable mountain to climb. Even the individual Skills provided by this entity known as the System are abysmal. They feel so pathetic... I suspect my innate aptitude is even more abysmal than it was in my previous existence.

In all honesty, what becomes of us after death? Where do the departed go? I was thrust into this reincarnation by some enigmatic force. However, what if that intervention never materialized?

In my former world, many clung to beliefs of an afterlife, but I strictly avoided such notions. I never held any faith in the existence of souls. I simply assumed that upon expiration, one merely ceases to exist and... fades into nothingness.

It appears I was sorely mistaken.

There were those who worshipped one deity, while others bowed to a pantheon. Regardless, I never possessed the leisure to explore such philosophical matters. I was too wrapped up in trying to preserve the lives of my mother and sister, juggling that alongside the grueling training under my mentor.

A heavy sigh...

I harbor no regrets for sacrificing my life if it meant securing their safety. I cannot explain why I reached that conclusion, yet I cherished my kin so dearly that I could not permit their demise... if the opportunity were granted to repeat my life, I undoubtedly would make the exact same choice.

Thus, I find myself here. I truly perished only to be reborn as a half-elf babe in an entirely foreign realm, a conclusion drawn from the rumors I have overheard and the mysterious entity that deposited me here.

Truly, who was he exactly? Being capable of such feats as resurrection or reincarnation... could he be an entity existing on a level comparable to the gods of my old world?

A being that transcends humanity, capable of defying the very laws of nature...

And he bestowed upon me this bizarre System as well. Then again, it feels quite likely that he was simply discarding both me and this defective piece of junk he calls a system. Killing two birds with one stone, one might conclude.

That being said, we are in this together now, System. We are both outcasts discarded by that absolute scoundrel...

While you lack the capacity for speech, you clearly possess a modicum of consciousness, occasionally manifesting in a strange tone when notifications appear, much like magical scriptures.

Perhaps there is a dormant intelligence within, but due to its compromised state, it fails to articulate itself fully? I find myself wondering how one repairs a system? When it first initialized, it reported an array of errors, suggesting they were eligible for correction. But if I proceed to patch them, might I inadvertently exacerbate the malfunction?

It had already automatically resolved a handful of errors during its initial boot, only to degenerate further as a result... therefore, the potential consequences are entirely unpredictable.

Moreover, the error count numbered over a thousand... is that even acceptable?! I have no desire to gamble and end up triggering some catastrophic failure that terminates my life. This thing is tethered to my physical form... or my soul, I suspect.

I am already past my four-week mark, yet I am still plagued by endless complications. Occasionally, I truly wish this System had never accompanied me. Reincarnation alone would have been more than sufficient.

It has indeed been a month since my birth. To be precise, I have been keeping a tally; 30 days have elapsed.

My mother and father have even discussed the turn of the month. Oh, by the way, they happen to speak the same common tongue as I am used to. Although, I am beginning to question if I am in my old world, merely in some remote corner of it. Given their frequent topics of conversation, that theory is looking increasingly unlikely.

My mother was regaling my father with tales of their adventuring days roughly a decade ago, recounting how they neutralized the 'demon lord' and finally settled into a peaceful existence as humble farmers.

What kind of nonsense is that?!

A demon lord? What is that? Folklore?

I overheard my father mention that my mother served as the Holy Saint Priestess of Elves, to which she playfully teased him, referring to him as 'The Hero of Blazing Fire' ... wait, what?!

Were they merely engaging in games? Could they be into some bizarre form of role-playing? I am utterly confused!

I truly wish I had delved into those isekai novels that bastard mentioned; perhaps I would have some inkling of what is occurring. But currently? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!

Are Holy Saint Priestesses a common occurrence here? Or men with eccentric Hero titles?

Well... regardless. I will unravel this mystery eventually. I am presently attempting to learn oral communication, but my throat and vocal organs are not yet capable of producing coherent syllables... perhaps in a short while I will finally be able to hold a conversation with my parents... Of course, I shall never, under any circumstances, reveal that I am a reincarnation. I would much prefer they treat me as their daughter rather than some soul that arbitrarily intruded into my mother's womb.

Aside from the arduous nature of infancy, one could argue my life in this crib is quite comfortable. At times, mother gathers me into her affectionate arms and croons elven melodies, which resonate with the gentle quality of lullabies. Thanks to that, I drift into slumber with ease.

As for father, he visits on other occasions—mostly two or three times daily once he finishes his chores in the fields. Upon arriving, he takes time to engage with me. He gently strokes my belly, plants kisses on my forehead, and strokes my hair. Furthermore, he is remarkably attractive and kind. I believe I am developing a fondness for being pampered...

I think my spirit is being gradually mended by these two loving parents...

Regarding training? I have been doing my utmost. Being a baby is incredibly restrictive.

My HP seems to remain static, yet that does not shield me from physical exhaustion. I attempt to roll and reach a point of absolute fatigue; it is far more challenging than it sounds.

What about magic? I possess the latent Skill 'Magic Usage', which grants me the ability to... well, manipulate mana.

And then there is 'Ember,' an ability to manifest a tiny, finger-sized spark that is less potent than any flame you could imagine, probably even weaker than a flickering candle.

That said, it occurred to me suddenly... what happens if I cast Ember in rapid succession?

Would it cause an uproar if I performed this within the house? What if my parents were nearby?

Consequently, I resolved to experiment while my mother was distracted with breakfast preparations this morning.

I conjured one Ember, and then, by focusing my concentration and will, I manifested another.

Then yet another, and another, and another...

And then more...

And...

I eventually succeeded in manifesting a hovering fireball by merging roughly a hundred individual Embers together.

'HMM?! SYLPH?!'

Oh dear, mother caught me.