My System And I

Dezmund was having fun inside his crib. Toys of different variants were placed together with him. A horse with a Knight on top perching the said wooden saddle. Of course, the horse too was made of wood and so was the Knight. As we speak, he made it clash with the wooden dragon.

'Kill the dragon, roar!' Dezmund spouted droplets. Making the two toys clash with each other.

Another wooden toy was the dog. Making them kiss with the horse with a Knight on its top.

'You may kiss the bride. Muah muah,' Dezmund said as he lets them kiss. If Dezmund will think of it, it could be a thing that will make the horse and the dog become traumatized to his wedding play. They will outright decline his offer of being the actors of the said play. Still, Dezmund let them play a bit.

Another toy was a carriage that the dog will have to pull. To his surprise, the dog was as big as the carriage. And so, he let it become the one to pull the said carriage. Making it do the work instead of the horse and Knight. The said play was from his knowledge of his life watching animes in the past. A man of culture as we speak. And so the dog's fate was set.

It pulled the carriage then the carriage went on running. Making the carriage run through the dog and it died. The corpse was then thrown outside the crib.

'Sigh, I can be an anime director with this. Or much worse!' Dezmund said in his mind.

He threw and made the dragon grab the knight on the horse and they went up in the air. Making it threw them upwards then struck them mid-air. Making them killed.

'Huhahah! The dragon wins and humanity will succumb to darkness once again. The end,'

'Here they go again, still on a high horse,'

Dezmund then covered his ears for minutes. Making the two go out of the kitchen having huge droplets of sweat. Desmund then clicked his tongue while slowly shaking his head. Looking at them with utter disappointment.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk,"

His mother stared at him again with a scowl and then spank him again.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

'Aghhh!!! This is hell!'

"Nya nyi nya!!!" He bellowed in gibberish protest but all was for nought. He just clicked his tongue once again for the last time.

"We will prepare for a picnic. Let's go to the park!" She said to Dezmund while lifting him.

It was then, he was changed into a toddler's outfit. A whole-body pyjama with socks on his feet. A cape of cloth for his drool or even for his dirtied mouth after eating. All were prepared and his mother grabbed the picnic basket.

Upon exiting their house, he saw the sun pierce his skin. Making him bathe in pure sunlight in the process. As they travelled, neighbours were taking a glance at him. Making a small gesture of saying goodbye to them then giggled. To Dezmund, it was nice to be in the limelight. Being a baby sure has its perks. But for someone like him, it was unnecessary.

Their stares were enveloped with joy as they played with his hands. They approached him and so Dezmund grabbed their fingers.

"Hello little child," Said one elderly.

Dezmund was taken aback. He was grabbing the said fingers and can't help but imagine his little fingers were too small compared to theirs. As he has the chance, he gripped the finger of the elderly and then smiled.

"Hello child, oh that little hands was gripping me. I am shocked and helpless," She said in an endearing voice.

His parents were proud of their child for her praise but it was meant to break her fingers, not to cuddle it. It seemed cute but Dezmund intended to twist it into a snapped stick. Her voice was endearing but it was mocking Dezmund's capabilities. He can't help but his lips as he stares at her smile. Wanting to slap her if he has a chance to do it.

It was then, she kissed him on the cheeks. A smacking sound was made and Dezmund was left unprepared. It was much worse than his father's kiss. An elderly to kiss him was the least he wanted. Maybe a cute girl will suffice. But the elderly was what they can afford. Making Dezmund click his tongue on the process.

'If you will be molested, why not be choosy right?' Dezmund said in his mind.

Her dry lips will etch inside his mind forever. Haunting him in his dreams all his life.

"Hello, your younger sibling is cute. Can I touch him?" She asked.

'No! But a kiss might suffice,' Dezmund said in his mind.

Still, his voice was gibberish to understand. She ċȧrėssed his cheeks and Dezmund slapped her fingers.

"Oh, a meanie. Makes me want to cuddle you," She said.

'Hmmm, hey you are disturbing a stranger's kid. Shoo,' Dezmund said but not understandable.

She heard his cute voice then she saw him fold his hands. Making him ooze out in cuteness.

"Uwu! I want a younger brother," She said.

"You can take him home," Said his mother.

'Hey!' Dezmund was in utter shock.

His mother looked like a maiden still unwed and his father was still young. Making him look like a younger sibling in the process.

"Is he your brother?" She asked.

"Hahaha, no our kid," His father said.

"Oh, I am sorry, I didn't know," She said.

Dezmund's face then was like a crumpled paper. Folded his arms then snubbed her. It was then, she kissed him on the cheeks.

"Bye kiddo! Let us meet another time," She said as her hair was waving in the air.

His father and mother then took their time with themselves and gave food to each other's mouths. Kissing each other's lips in vice versa. Making Dezmund avert his gaze. Making their bonds stronger than before. Too strong that Dezmund has to avert his gaze on them.

Whilst they were deeply and intimate with each other. Butterflies were seen flapping on the hills. Making Dezmund walk and chase them.

"La dadi ladaduda," Dezmund muttered.

[Reward: +1 Hp and Mp regeneration per second]

Dezmund then was surprised. It could be a good reward for him to achieve. It means that he will have regeneration that can heal slight wounds and regain mana. It was a unique quest reward for him to reap. Slight abrasions and scrapes will be healed in a few seconds. A piece of good news for him to receive.

But the problem was that it could be a challenging task to do. Making him chase a buŧŧerfly in his past ȧduŀt form was nearly impossible, but making him chase it in his current state where he was just learning to walk was like wanting to walk on the sea. A miracle has to be made for him to achieve it.

Thinking about not wasting time, he immediately chased one. The manoeuvre of his feet was on its highest form but his posture was still wobbly. As he went to grab one, the target easily evaded at the time he was still starting to move. Chasing the buŧŧerfly that was leading him astray from his parents.

It was then, he was led on a hilly side of the grass and then he jumped at the buŧŧerfly, and so he fell. Rolling and rolling on the grass as he went downhill. As we speak, he can sing the song Jack and Jill went up the hill and fetching a pale of water. To his surprise, the world turned around as he stands up. Making him walk like a dizzy person uphill. Others who saw him walking uphill will have mixed emotions if he will think of it.

"Where is Dezmund?" His mother asked, alarmed. Looking left and right, they called upon his name.

His parents saw him approach them and he gave them the buŧŧerfly that he caught.

"Oh, a buŧŧerfly. Where did you get this?" Asked his mom.

He did just point out where did he got it. Pointing at the bottom of the hill. It was then, the system made an announcement.

It was then, they ate the food they have. Dezmund just walks to his mother then slept on her ŀȧp.. Thinking that it was a day.