00:30 am Western Indonesia Time
Fred “Move it, Daniel”
Daniel “What about the civilians, we can’t just leave them, we have to warn them.”
Radio operator *click* “This is Alpha squad to the mothership, come in, over”
Fred “we don’t have the power, Daniel”
*szszsz* “This is Mothership, we hear you Alpha, over” *szszsz*
Radio operator *click*” we have the package, over”
Daniel “why is his life more important than theirs”
Fred “just stick to the mission Daniel, we don’t have the luxury to care about civilians anymore”
Daniel “what happened to you, man”
Sarah “Daniel, we don’t have time for this shit we need to leave”
Radio operator “Mothership, we have cleared the city 40km south and are on rendezvous towards pickup”
Mothership “Alpha, we have discovered a Xian H-33 en-route to city, over”
Radio operator “fuck… guys we need to move out now, an enemy bomber on its way towards the city”
Fred “fuck, let's move it people, and not another word from you Daniel”
The team made its way towards the rendezvous, as they were getting aboard the dropship, Fred was looking in the direction of Jakarta when suddenly a blinding light was seen in the distance, and night turned today, causing Fred to white out and seem to lose consciousness.
***
When the light receded and his eyes adjusted, he could hear strange voices around him. He was looking at the ceiling, where he could see the bulb, but it didn’t seem to be the usual brightness, allowing him to look straight at it without straining his eyes. He couldn’t seem to move his head much and felt like a giant hand was supporting it. He could feel his arms, but they didn’t seem to react to his motor commands.
Fred was starting to panic, he couldn’t feel his Esper powers, and his emotions were not being regulated by chemical controls, that he was used to. ‘Did I die?’ The last thing he remembered was being ripped apart from the black hole. No, there was something after that. Pictures, but they were fuzzy. He started getting a headache as he tried to focus on them.
Fred was jolted back to reality as he felt his body moving. Suddenly a sharp spike of pain shot through his body coming from his rear, Fred hadn’t felt that much pain in years, the tides of battle numbing his pain receptors, toughening up his body. But this, this pain reminded him of his youth, when he wasn’t that experienced with getting hurt. Then another one, this time Fred wanted to cry, and so he did, a 300-year-old war veteran, crying like a baby from getting his butt hurt, but Fred couldn’t hear himself cry, instead all he heard was a baby cry, and then he was turned around to face a giant, he froze, just staring eye to eye with this giant, mouth agape in shock, this giant seemed to be a mature-looking woman in an olden style maidservant clothes, the giant seemed to be holding him close to her breasts as she looked at him, then she turned to look at something behind him.
“M* L*d*, y*** bab* do***’t **** t* *** *n ***m*n **** ot*** bab*** * **ve de**ve**d, *ut, * c**n*t *** **th**g ****g **** **m, w***d *** **k* t* ***d **** s** ** s****d * g*t t** d**t**”
Fred could barely make out what she was saying but noticed recognisable sounds, he was then on the move with the giantess toward whomever she was talking to, a bed was coming into his view from behind as he walked past and then Gentilly transferred to someone on top of said bed. When he got to look at the new giant, he was shocked to find out she was someone he recognised, only he swears she wasn’t that tall the last time he saw her. He was certain she was smaller than him if only he could recognise where he had seen her.
The new woman grabbed his arm gently by the wrist and brought it up to her to have a look, only this allowed Fred to have a look as well, it looked like a baby’s hand,
‘What…
What…
What the hell is this.’
‘Is this…
Is this what I think it is…
Have I been reincarnated?
Fuck me’
Fred seemed to have gone tired after this, it looks like his new body had very low stamina.
***
When Fred opened his eyes, it seemed to be early morning, quite early, in fact, the light was just starting to peek through the drawn curtains, he seemed to have fallen asleep in the bosom of whom he could only guess was his mother. She lay there, eyes closed, a relaxed smile on her face and a slight glow of joy, radiating off her. He wouldn’t believe it if someone told him she was past her teens, heck she looked closer to 15 than 20. He could slightly turn his head and noticed there were two posts at the visible corners of the bed, he could only assume this was the same for all four. That would make this a four-poster bed with thick curtains tied to the posts while a layer thin enough to show silhouettes to the outside, but thick enough to hide details enclosed the bed. He couldn’t tell if the thick ones were just for decorations or it was currently summer where he was.
There was a little gap in the middle of the light curtains where they met, allowing him to look out, the room seemed spacious for a bedroom but probably smaller than a classroom. He took a closer look at the clothes they were wearing and the bedsheets. They didn’t seem modern or manufactured, he was able to tell they were handcrafted, quite well in fact but, he could notice that the tools weren’t comparable to his era. The place had a very medieval vibe to it.
He looked up to see his mom’s face but noticed she was awake and just watching him, which gave him a startle. Then her warm smile turned into a grin, and she giggled noticing his surprise to see her awake.
***
Isabella was slowly waking up but felt a pair of curious eyes stare at her for some time, it didn’t seem hostile, and then the feeling went away. She opened her eyes and looked in the direction of where she felt the stare, it came from her newborn son, it seems he was looking around the room discovering the new world around him. The warmth and joy she felt watching him explore was something she never felt before, the midwife had caused her to worry last night, stating that there was an abnormal reaction coming from him. But she believed in her son, maybe it was a mother’s foolishness or maybe her guts were right she didn’t know. But one thing was for certain, this was her son, and she was his mother.
She lay there for a good 5 minutes watching her son visually explore the room, then as he was looked back at her he froze in shock, looking guilty as if he had been caught with his hands in the biscuit jar, it was so cute that she just started giggling.
***
Fred lay with his mother for a few minutes just enjoying the company when his belly started rumbling, come to think of it he hadn’t eaten anything since he had gotten to this world and a newborn baby needed constant feeding to grow up healthy, he was wondering what sort of foods this world would have, being medieval he presumed it might be rye bread or wheat bread, then he came to a realisation, he was a newborn baby, which means… which means.
He looked at his mother with hesitation. ‘it’s a normal, natural process, just a normal bodily activity between a mother and her newborn.’ Fred hesitated for a bit ‘maybe I can get other food,’ ‘how do I even go about that,’ ‘no this is her baby, she has the right to enjoy motherhood and bond with her son.’ Fred remembered reading an article about how important motherly bonding was and, even though he had taken over this body it was still her son, he was still her son. So, Fred worked himself up the courage to go through with it when he suddenly remembered another problem, a big problem. ‘How do I ask for food.’
After a few seconds of remembering what normal babies do for food, as in just crying and hoping she knows what he wants. It was time to start crying, he almost choked on embarrassment, but luckily his mother either didn’t notice or didn’t care that his crying was weird, probably not expecting a newborn baby would fake cry. But finally, he managed to get a meal.
***
Sometimes afternoon, by that time he had been fed twice, his mother had to leave the room leaving the maidservant to watch over him. This allowed him time to think of what was happening.
‘Is this like one of those isekai novels, like the ones I’ve read in my downtime, does that mean I get some cheat shit or something, wait am I in a book, damn, wait that could be convenient maybe I can time skip out of this baby phase?’ ‘Time skip, go…’
10 seconds later,
‘Well fuck maybe I'm, not in a book. How long does it take for babies to become functional again, 3, 2 years, well let’s hope it’s less?’ ‘Do I have anything special about myself that came from this world, like magic power or something,’ ‘wait my Esper powers, where’d they go, o year I need to realign neural pathways again, that’s going to be annoying? Well, I’ve experienced it before and I should be able to do it at an earlier age, while my brain is a lot more malleable.’
‘Ooo, do I have a game sheet, o what are they called again,’ ‘status’
Suddenly a blue screen popped up before him
Spare points 37 (Locked (+))
Stat description (+)
Condition Calculation (+)
Skills (+)
Log (+)
‘Holy shit, am I in a game world, this… is… awesome…’
‘Hmmm… why is the spare points locked, does the + button give more info’
As Fred was focusing on it a new screen emerged.
Fred thought it was a wise decision but felt a bit of dread, who or what decided this and why did it sound so primal. Fred figured he wouldn’t get an answer any time soon so decided to move on
Fred thought he was going to have a headache ‘fuckin infodump’ ‘must be a shitty author.’ He mused to himself. He still didn’t know whether to believe this is real or if he is stuck in a book.
Only three more to check
‘Well, that was short but complicated’
***
Fred started crying, causing the maidservant to come running over, ‘does he need his nappy changed, I hope he’s not hungry the lady has a lot going on at the moment she picked him up and gently bounced him in her bosom “there there Freddy, let's check your nappy to see if you’ve had an accident.
***
‘Just kill me now, woman, I can’t live like this, I'm French, I'm fuckin French, isn’t this just a bastardised spelling of West Francia, the nation that became France. Wait, Albion isn’t that ancient Greek for white land, or more specific, Britannia, named after the white cliffs of Dover.’
‘No, I can’t die just yet, Britain must be free from these French bastards. Quick lady, summon the army.’ ‘Fuck, I can’t communicate it’s just coming out as crying, err, I'm, getting tired from all this crying. Man, I hate being a baby.
***
Fred woke up a few hours later, the Sun was probably visible for another hour. He got some feeding and went back to reading his status.
The last box
‘Stats’
‘See, even the gods are pitying me for being French’
