Chapter Vol. 1 Ch. 4

(Walson) “You always go and pick fights for no reason at all! Goodness Gracious... You’re not getting dinner tonight you hear that!?” The old Nun threw me into an old room which had the [Rank-1-Magic-Disable] ward placed. A ward comes into completion by magic, creating an area that has certain restrictions or special conditions. In this case, the room if a [Mage] was thrown into a room with [Rank-1-Magic-Disable], then they cannot cast spells that are ranked 1 or below no matter how hard they try. But since I am not a [Mage], neither have I learned any Magic (only orphans who are older than ten can take classes to learn them), the ward in this room made no difference to me. This old room only has a rickety old table, with a moldy [Goddess Bible] set on top of it, and an almost broken bed. Nothing interesting here, a perfect place to hold “irresponsible and naughty children” in the eyes of the adults. The “Goddess Bible” is a bible from the religion of Vantinom. Vantinom is a religion that worships the goddess of the same name, and is considered to be the most popular religion in the known world. The Orphanage that I am currently living in is a branch-church of Vantinom, the Goddess is... Well... I think we should leave that particular topic for the future. Anyway, since this room is used to isolate naughty children from the world, the words: “Repent for your actions” is heavily implied. But seriously, does a normal child have the brain capacity and attention span to repent when even the majority of adults have no idea how to do it? Since I frequently stand up for Grace and fend off the bullies for her, I have entered this room so many times, that I can safely call myself a regular at the naughty room. Most of the time, the adults preach things such as “Don’t solve things with violence! Tell the adults first!” or something when it happens, but I think all of us can agree that it’s a load of bull crap. As orphans who have nothing – no family, no possessions, no worth – all that we have is ourselves, and our fists. So naturally, we solve conflicts with the limited things we possess. ...@@@@ ... ... Oh right. Hello everyone, I am Walson. And yes, I am breaking the fourth wall to speak to all of you. My name before my reincarnation to this world is unimportant, so I will just leave that out. My real age... is relative, since my physical body is currently seven years old, while my, err, “Soul” is thirty seven. I died when I was thirty. Yup, I’m just a kid now. As for the fact that I have been reincarnated, I personally believe that I am the only person who is aware of that. Although Grace has technically also been reincarnated, she holds no knowledge and recollection of anything, since she was formerly a computer program filled with zeroes and ones. Seriously though, I bet all of you have read a bunch of stuff about how people become overpowered after being reincarnated or reborn. So you must be wondering why I don’t seem to be capable of anything special? Well, it all has to start with the occupation system of this world. In this world, there are roughly three categories that can define all the sentient species that exist: A [Fighter], A [Mage], or A [Villager]. ... Well, technically there are only two categories, the [Fighter] and the [Mage], with the [Villager] encompassing all the other ‘less useful people’. There are also many different ways to call a [Villager], such as a Commoner, Peasant, Bumpkin, Peon, etc. But most people stick to calling us kind of people “The Villagers”. There exists a special artifact in this world that distinguishes people, it’s called the [Stone Tablet of Identification]. As the name implies, it is used to identify something. 【Grace_LV3_HP: 12/12_Status: Normal_Title: None】 Not very specific, but it’s more than enough. Just like normal RPGs. Currently I have only discovered these two. Maybe some of the other mods I installed made it into this world. But I have yet to discover them. I held immense amounts of gratitude for people who develop and create mods when I was alive as a gamer, but now I wish I could worship them. I munched on my bread as I placed three cobblestones and two wooden sticks onto the [Crafting Table] to craft a [Stone Pickaxe]. I carefully stole a few pieces of firewood and converted them into blocks of wooden log. And after crafting a [Wooden Pickaxe], managed to sneakily mine some cobblestones from the riverbed near the orphanage. So, what was I doing with [Stone Pickaxe] in the naughty room you ask? Why, I am going to use it to break out of course! Since I am supposed to stay here until the next dawn, I could use this time to do things I want without being disturbed. Such as going for a walk in the mountains. If I ‘mine’ the walls, then fix it by placing the block right back into the opening, and Voilà! I would be out! All Minecraft players know that a locked door has no meaning. Monsters appear regardless whether if it’s day or night, but it has been generally approved that night time is more dangerous. So I might encounter a few, but it’s nothing to worry about since the most I would have to fight with would be a very low ranked slimes. So long as I avoid going too deep into the mountains that is. I really want to experiment my powers and abilities on my own, and I deemed the mountains to be the best place to do so. As a side note, seven years ago, around the time I came into this world, a new type of monster seemed to have appeared. They are the [Block Monsters]. a.k.a, Minecraft mobs. I heard this from Father Marbon, the priest guy who held me when I was a baby. The sudden appearance of the block monsters seems to be linked to my appearance into this world, so they probably came along with me. News has been spread that a city in the south was completely annihilated because a large swarm of creepers came out of the local [Dungeon] and destroyed the city wall, letting all the other monsters into the city in the middle of the night. Anyway, the reason I wanted to experiment was because of the other things that I hold in my inventory. When I was reborn into this world, the items that I held onto in Minecraft came along with me. I currently have 1 Enchantment table, 13 Blaze rod, 64 Glow Stone (a full stack), 4 Netherrack, 2 Nether wart, 1 Melon seed, 6 Soul Sand, 64 blocks of red stone, and 13 potatoes. I don’t think I need to explain how showing off all these things would be very bad for me, right? None of them are things that I can casually take out from the inventory. Sigh... I really wish I had a secret base or something. I heard three knocking sounds from the small window in the Naughty room. I took a look at the [Mini-map], and saw that it was Grace outside. I opened the window and said, “Isn’t it dinner time? What are you doing here? Aren’t you going to go have dinner?” Grace timidly shoved something into my hands, and left after a quickly muttered “... For you.” Oh, it’s a piece of bread. How thoughtful of her.