Chapter 5

Time passed, and I turned three years old.

I can walk quite steadily now, and I make sure to walk as much as possible every day.

Of course, I haven’t forgotten to level up using my skills.

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Name: Thomas
Race: Demi-God (Human, Divine)
Info: Male, 3 years old, Healthy
Title: Apostle of ×××
Rank: G
Affinity: Divine
Protection: God of Transformation (Unawakened)
Level: 20
Skills: Transformation, Level 1
Life: 58 (232)
Stamina: 63 (254)
Mana: 68 (274)

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After turning two, my ability stats, which were about one-fifth due to age restrictions, dropped to one-quarter.

Now that my Mana is at 68, I can transform not just food, but other things as well.

Recently, I exercise in the morning, and in the afternoon, I play with dirt in the forest on the property.

You might think playing with dirt is childish, but of course, I’m using my skill.

While munching on beans, I transform dirt into iron and then turn the iron back into dirt. Doing this drains my mana, and I get sleepy. There are small animals in the forest, but no carnivores, so I just lean against a tree and sleep. After an hour, my mana is full again, so I repeat the cycle of playing with dirt and sleeping.

At night, I make sure to use up all my mana before going to bed.

As I’m living these days, uninvited guests occasionally show up.

“Hey, you!”

Jaize suddenly barged into my room and pointed at me.

Jaize must be eating well, his stomach sticking out, and despite being only eight, his face is oily. He probably weighs five times more than I do. By the way, I currently weigh around 14 kilograms.

“What is it?”

I was reading a book. I’d rather not be disturbed.

“I order you to practice swordsmanship with me! Follow me!”

Fighting lower-ranking opponents, whether with a sword or a spear, won’t help me improve. Jaize doesn’t understand that.

For him, as long as he has someone to hit, that’s enough.

“I’m reading right now.”

“Shut up! Hurry up and follow me!”

I have no choice but to follow him.

If I don’t, he’ll start harassing my mother, too. He’s really a piece of work.

The marquis’s training ground is large. It’s circular, with a diameter of about 100 meters.

Seeing Jaize, the soldiers who were training stepped aside to clear the area.

“Hey, you! I’m going to train you!”

“Uh, no thanks.”

“We’re doing this!”

He doesn’t listen to anyone.

Without waiting for my response, Jaize charged in. He swung down with his sword, relying on brute strength, and I blocked it with a wooden sword.

There was a sound of clashing wood. Because of the weight difference, I was pushed back, and Jaize’s sword hit my shoulder.

“Ugh!”

When the wooden sword dug into my shoulder, Jaize smirked with a twisted grin.

“Take this, take this!”

With his spirits lifted, Jaize launched a flurry of attacks.

I made sure to dodge the ones that could be fatal, and the rest I blocked with my wooden sword or absorbed with my body.

Any normal three-year-old would have been seriously injured by now.

For us, the children of concubines, we’re like slaves to Jaize, so he doesn’t even have to consider the possibility of us being hurt.

After swinging the wooden sword for five minutes, Jaize was out of breath.

He doesn’t have much stamina, so this was the end of it.

I had some bruises all over and a few cuts, but nothing too serious. Still, it hurt.

“I’ll let you off with this much today.”

Jaize, panting like a comedian, said this and tossed his wooden sword aside.

I picked up the wooden sword he had been using and put it back in the box with mine.

The soldiers, mostly commoners, watched from a distance, and once I was gone, training resumed.

Most of the soldiers are commoners. They never know when Jaize will target them, so they don’t intervene. I don’t care either, since I don’t want that attention.

As I walked toward the annex, my mother came running toward me.

“Mom, what’s wrong?”

“Jaize again…”

“It was just sword practice. The injuries aren’t serious, so don’t make that face.”

My mother looked like she was about to cry.

This alone would give me a reason to retaliate against Jaize.

But harming Jaize would only cause trouble for my mother. That’s something I can’t do.

A frustrating feeling swirled inside me.