Alissa Arlford (POV)

The thing about a baby’s first words is that they can be incredibly boring…I’d personally been to five in my seven years of life and they never got more interesting than a baby barely putting together a ‘mama’ or ‘papa’ and everyone showering it with praises like it had done something great. When I was summoned once again for yet another first words ceremony, I expected it to be much the same…except it wasn’t, this time the baby didn’t even speak! Did granduncle Tanner mess up his baby’s ceremony? Mistake the usual baby garble for words perhaps? With his over enthusiasm and the incomprehensible nature of baby words it could have easily occurred

“Grandma…why isn’t the baby speaking yet” I asked grandma Elizabeth in my best ‘confused little kid’ voice.

Sadly for me this caused the stupid baby to speak a few seconds later

“…Hi”it said from it’s post on granduncle Tanner’s shoulder. Huh that was actually quite clear sounding…Could the baby have a naturally high intelligence stat?

I could feel several members of the household asking the same question as their auras shot up and the room suddenly felt much more lively, guess I wasn’t the only one bored of these ceremonies.

“Hi! I’m your cousin Matilda! Welcome to the family!” My aunt said, she was the public face for the family and was clearly used to dealing with unexpected situations.

“Happy to be here!” the baby replied in a tone reminiscent of formal gatherings, the kind where you say ‘happy to be here’ thinking ‘i want to be anywhere but here’, but maybe the baby was just having speech problems? No way it could be not happy to be in this family right? Hmm…This baby will have to pay for that.

“So when did you learn to speak?” The way too old looking cousin of mine asked.

“Just a few hours ago, I wanted to get out but granny nanny wouldn’t let me leave” I replied squirming in my seat on my father’s hand, it was way too small

“And did you unlock your character sheet yet?” The next question came, was this an interrogation?

“Yes…” I replied, growing more nervous

“Would you mind showing it?” Matilda asked in a manner that was more of an order

“Sure…"

Name unnamed Gender Male Species Banmeru Age 3 days Titles Heir candidate to the Earl of Cristanfor, Noble of the Kingdom of Mistrane, Baron of Losphintaius Class None Skills None Stats Unidentified

A collective sigh of relief seemed to ring out among the family and I looked around, hoping that someone would fill me in on what was going on. Sadly none complied and a baby having enough understanding of body language to ask “You all seem tense, why?” would be too alarming…and I didn’t want to alarm anyone just yet.

“Well, now that that is out of the way, It’s time we introduced you to your family,” Matilda said moving to the family members.

“This is your grandmother Aurmice” she pointed to a grouchy looking old woman that just looked at me with disinterest

“Your grandaunt Namirse” she continued with little pause and went on to introduce about 25 granduncles and aunts all of whom weren’t very interested in what was apparently just another baby.

She was about to introduce the next person when she was interrupted by a giant woosh as three robed figures appeared before us.

Praetor Narvin of the Earldom of Cristanfor

I was anxious. For the first time since the War for Freedom 17 millennia ago, I was anxious. For a split second when I saw the child’s status I was overwhelmed by fear, after seventeen millennia of wait and preparation the moment had come, another set of transmigrators had arrived. Narvin could practically feel the winds of change blowing, the carefully built society of Algrea being torn apart by the pure chaotic forces of a transmigrator.

“Active code alpha alpha 1” Narvin said causing alarms in every nation to ring, ‘prepare for change has arrived’ the bells signified. The rulers would not yet know who the transmigrator was, the decision to disclose that would be left to Narvin, as he was the last of the original set of nine.

Stopping himself from thinking any further Narvin acted

Teleporting to the hall, Narvin immediately locked down the room with his aura, creating a molecular stability field that forced everything to slow down, it could very easily kill a captive but Narvin felt that it was necessary.

Locate:Isolate:Teleport- these were the principles taught to him at Relvenare Academy all those millennia ago, and he still followed them as he lifted the dangerous baby, isolated him by creating a zero kelvin field about half a meter from the baby in all directions. It took a great amount of control not to kill the baby in the process but Narvin believed it to be necessary.

Finally, he teleported the baby to his quarters where they would be having a very interesting conversation.

‘This is scary, very very scary’ was my only thought as I found myself floating in the air for no apparent reason, things got scarier when the room disappeared around me and I found myself in highly unfamiliar surroundings.

I was in a darkish room that seemed to be a study. The only furniture that adorned the room was a table and chair that were covered in what appeared to be layers of dust. There were no windows or other ways out of the room save for a single door whose periphery let in a minuscule amount of light. Overall the room had a dusty old room feal for anyone that wasn't both small enough and immobile enough to be strangled by the cobwebs. For baby me, that was stuck in said cobweb? It was terrifying.

Eventually, the door opened, making way for what seemed to be a thirty-year-old Banmeru. The Banmeru seemed to find my situation humorous as he cleared the table and chair of any dirt or cobwebs through the use of what seemed like air magic. Since when was air magic so non-destructive?

"So...For what reason have you come to this world, Mr...?" The Banmeru asked making me reel from shock. I hadn't even considered the possibility that someone realized that I had reincarnated. In hindsight it was obvious, this was a world that had developed for tens of millennia at least, it was foolish for me to presume that there would be no one who would detect a botched spatial summoning that made no claims whatsoever to its stealth.

Deciding that being forthcoming was my best option I said," I am from the world of Anhelore, a world on the southern end of the spinning matrix galaxy. There I served as the most glorious brick in the..."

I was quite rudely interrupted by the Banmeru who exclaimed "Wait brick...as in mortar and pestle, brick? The first transmigration in 17,000 years and it's a brick! Oh if Donald knew about this...He'd still want to kill you."