Rosca took me and Nicole and escaped overnight, quickly escaping to the border area of the kingdom's territory. It was chaotic at the border, but it would be much safer to hide there.
Along the way, I learned many things, such as the fact that the place we are in now is called the Czech Village on the border of the Tania Kingdom. Rosca's plan was to live in this border village, so he had someone build a two-story house near the forest.
We also encountered some bandits along the way, including soldiers pretending to be bandits, mercenaries posing as bandits, and real bandits. The combat professions in this world can be roughly divided into two types: warriors and mages. Each profession has many branches. For example, in the warrior category, there are swordsmen who use swords, shield warriors who use shields to enhance defense, and magic warriors who specialize in both magic and combat.
Thieves also belong to the warrior profession, but they have their own unique fighting style, which eventually led them to become an independent branch.
Mages also have many branches, such as elemental mages who specialize in controlling basic elements like wind, fire, water, and earth, arcane mages who use pure magic to create physical and magical dual damage, illusionists who excel in illusions, and alchemists who create various items to aid in combat.
Clerics and priests also fall under the category of magic professions.
Each profession is divided into ten ranks, and Rosca is a fourth-rank swordsman. Each rank has specific requirements. For example, in the first rank of the warrior category, besides basic weapon proficiency, one also needs to have a sense of qi. Qi is the ability to sense the existence of Fighting Spirit in the body, and having qi can enhance the body to a certain extent (Molen doesn't have qi, so he has been a farmer for his whole life).
The standard for a second-rank warrior is to activate the Fighting Spirit inside the body, allowing it to flow within, similar to internal energy.
The standard for a third-rank warrior is to be able to wrap the body with Fighting Spirit, meaning the Fighting Spirit of a third-rank warrior can be used externally as a defense.
A fourth-rank warrior is capable of releasing Fighting Spirit externally, similar to the legendary martial arts masters who emit sword aura, implying that a fourth-rank warrior already has some long-range abilities.
As for what comes after the fourth rank, I am not sure. Currently, Rosca has only reached the fourth rank.
The ranking characteristics for mages are relatively simple and are usually determined by magical power and mastery of techniques. It is said that if one passes the assessment of the Magic Guild to obtain the corresponding rank certification, they will receive many benefits. Unfortunately, there are very few mages, and we have not encountered many on our journey. These robe-wearing fellows are always secretive, and every time we see them, they seem to be in a hurry.
Five days later, the new home was completed. The workers Rosca hired were efficient, building a two-story wooden house and all the furniture in just five days. From then on, we settled in Czech Village. Rosca would go hunting in the forest every day, and although Nicole was not yet five years old, she was able to do some simple household chores. Although she was not skilled in taking care of infants, she always took care of me cautiously, trying to prevent me from going hungry or being cold.
When I fell asleep, Nicole would put me in the cradle and practice on the empty space outside the house. The activation method of the Fighting Spirit is actually quite simple. Initially, the first-rank warrior mainly relied on perceiving qi after exercising the body, which meant vigorously exerting physical strength and then meditating.
Perhaps it was Nicole's talent or perhaps she was stimulated by her mother's recent death, but on her fifth birthday, Nicole sensed qi and became a first-rank warrior.
Meanwhile, I was at the stage where I could crawl well, so I pretended to be asleep and crawled to the doorway to watch Nicole train. It was my first time realizing the difference in power between the people of this other world and the people on Earth.
Five-year-old Nicole was dressed in a white training outfit, her hair tied up in non-arrogant twin ponytails. Her hair, just like Rosca's fiery red locks, was absolutely beautiful. With her almond-shaped face and rosy cheeks, she was super cute. I'm sure when she grows up, she will be even more beautiful than Anna!
I saw Nicole gripping a wooden short sword just like she usually does, chopping it onto the wooden training dummy that Rosca made. Every strike made the wooden dummy tremble, showing her strength. After about ten strikes, Nicole suddenly jumped and slashed at the wooden dummy's head. Surprisingly, her wooden sword left a dent on the sturdy wooden dummy's head, and her wooden short sword tragically broke in half, with one end still in her hand and the other end flying out...When did Nicole become so destructive? Should I still touch her flat chest next time she hugs me? Wait... I always accidentally touch it!
"I can feel the aura! I have aura!" Nicole looked at the broken sword in her hand and finally realized it. She happily jumped in place and threw away the broken sword, just in time to see me crawling out. The little girl rushed over and hugged me, kissing me fiercely: "Xiao Ke, sister has aura, sister is already a warrior!"
Being hugged and kissed by a beautiful girl is indeed enjoyable, but you're too enthusiastic... Don't make me drool all over my face! But the combination of the girl's scent and the sweat isn't bad... I didn't sniff like a pervert, I just appreciated it a bit. Let me clarify, I'm not a lolicon. The lolis in the computer from my previous life only appeared because the computer was infected with a virus.
When Rosca came back in the evening and heard the news of Nicole's promotion to a first-level warrior, he was shocked. Rosca developed his aura when he was 7 years old. It is said that the youngest age at which humans have developed aura in history is 4 years old. Nicole being able to sense aura at the age of 5 is truly a super genius.
Aura is just a fart. I, as a genuine time traveler, will easily surpass you when my cheat ability appears. By the way, when will I awaken my superpower? If not, I'll take any whatever-whatever system. I'm not picky.
During dinner, the father and daughter sat facing each other with a small table in between, while I was placed in a wicker basket, pressed against Nicole.
"Was Xiao Ke good today?" Eating grilled beef, Rosca reached out and touched my head, messing up my neatly combed hair. I turned my head away, not letting him touch me, but Rosca smirked, pinching my cheeks with two fingers, wanting to pull them to the side. "Little dude, you don't even allow your old man to pinch you. You really rebelled, huh?"
"Father, don't bully Xiao Ke!"
With a fork in her left hand, Nicole slapped Rosca's hand on the back, causing him to retract it. Rosca faced Nicole with a slightly resentful expression, "So, now that you have a little brother, you don't need your old man anymore?"
"..." Nicole held the fork with lines of frustration on her forehead, the metal fork trembled slightly, even bending a bit. Just as I was worried that the fork would be bent by Nicole, she couldn't bear it anymore and said to Rosca, "Dad, please stop."
"Dad has always been serious." Saying that, Rosca threw the empty plate and went to the entrance to deal with the fur of the prey.
Due to Nicole and I being young, Rosca, knowing that I was not ready to venture far, never went too far to hunt. Therefore, his prey was not abundant, mainly consisting of rabbits, deer, foxes, and the like. Speaking of which, the magical beasts in this world are animals that can use magic. They usually live deep in the forest and rarely venture to the outskirts. Although Rosca has the ability to hunt magical beasts, unfortunately, with me and Nicole as dead weights, his hunting time is limited to within a day. As a result, the income at home is not much, barely enough to support our living and leave a bit of surplus.
Days passed, and Nicole diligently trained every day, steadily increasing her strength. As for me... I'm still waiting for my old man, I wonder when he will wake up.
When I was less than 2 years old, I took the initiative to pick up a wooden sword and chop at a wooden man. Although I'm usually a go-with-the-flow type, I will never forget the night when Moren and Lorna died. In this otherworld, those without power are ants, easily trampled on by the powerful. At the age of 37, destined to become a sage, how could I not understand the terror of these man-eaters? So I decided to take control of my own destiny!
Time flies, and another fleeting 5 years pass by. Yesterday, I was still flipping through lolicon books, but when I woke up, my body had become smaller. Over these years, my anticipated old man never appeared, the certain system nowhere to be found, and I haven't awakened any special abilities.
Even worse, I still haven't activated aura... which means, after spending nearly 8 years in this otherworld, I'm still a weakling without any power.
Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it! I crazily hacked at the wooden man, but the wooden sword couldn't even leave a trace on it. Meanwhile, Nicole, who turned 12 years old this year, became a second-level warrior from the previous year by allowing her fighting spirit to flow throughout her body.It has been 7 years, and I'm still stuck in the same place... I talked about creating a large harem, including Nicole, and about not wanting to see any loved ones die, and about protecting the people I care about...
"Go die!" I exerted all my strength and swung the wooden sword at the wooden dummy. Not only did it fail to harm the dummy, but because of the excessive force, the sword was shaken out of my hand... Yes, the sword slipped from my grasp.
"Die!" I cleared my mind of everything and focused only on training, on sensing the flow of energy, on leveling up. I punched the wooden dummy with all my might, but my fist couldn't cause any damage; instead, it was my hand that got hurt...
"Ah ah ah ah ah..." I'm a transmigrator, and there's no way I wouldn't have had any opportunities in the past 8 years. Where's my old grandpa, my cheat, my special powers... I kicked and punched the wooden dummy, going mad, like a lunatic.
"Xiao Ke! Don't torture yourself." Before I could react, a pair of clean and tender hands hugged me, and Nicole's unique faint fragrance intoxicated me.
"Nicole... I... I just want to become stronger."
"But some things can't be rushed."
"... I know."
Nicole is now 12 years old. At 4 and a half years older than me, she has grown into a beautiful girl that everyone loves. With her dazzling double red ponytails, cute cheeks, and pure temperament, she excels in every aspect, earning at least a 95 out of 100, comparable to Fan Ye. As she becomes more and more beautiful, I feel more and more inferior. Because the other world is a place where the law of the jungle is openly displayed - if you're weak, you'll be eaten; if you're strong, you can eat others. Just like the deaths of Morlen, Rona, and Anna... If Roscar was a sixth or even seventh rank powerhouse, those damn guys wouldn't have dared to chase and attack him after he dealt with the fake bandits. The most likely outcome would have been them not pursuing or even approaching him with their tails between their legs, trying to win him over.
If Morlen was a powerful noble, and the fake bandits realized they had offended someone they couldn't afford to offend, they naturally wouldn't come looking for trouble.
In simple terms, weak people are just trash. Right now, I'm a typical example of someone without power.
Girls grow up quickly, and Nicole is now a head taller than me. Every time I face her, I feel a bit defeated. Honestly, I really want to make Nicole my number one in the harem, but considering my current situation, it would be lucky enough just to keep a beautiful wife from being snatched away.
"Xiao Ke, have you been trying too hard lately?" Nicole carefully applied medicine to my injured fist and wrapped it in gauze. She has always been a considerate girl, taking everything she does seriously. And because she takes things seriously, she often overlooks some things around her.
I squeezed my fist, and it didn't hurt much anymore. I didn't want Nicole to worry, so I deliberately said arrogantly, "I want to protect Nicole!"
"... Fool, Dad and Sister are here." She lightly tapped my head and smiled, using both hands to shape my face into various forms. "Xiao Ke just needs to be obedient and be protected."
"Sister? I don't acknowledge that."
"But I am your sister!" Nicole rubbed my face even harder, and my cheeks puffed up adorably. "Quickly call me sister!"
"No way!"
Just kidding. In my previous life, I lived for 35 years, and I've already lived in this other world for 8 years, totaling 43 years. I'm older than Roscar, how could I call you my sister! At most, we could be equals in bed.
