Chapter 1

When it comes to being reborn in another world, one might think of cheats, harems, or a slow life. Adventurers, nobles, fluffy things, and so on—there are various possibilities when it comes to being the protagonist.

In reality, things aren't that sweet.

I realized "that's it" when I was a little over one year old. I suddenly thought, "Am I weird?" I had memories from somewhere else, and I could do calculations without being taught. I felt a sense of strangeness about being able to do these things.

Of course, I trembled with excitement, thinking, "This must be a rebirth in another world..." I don't remember my past life in detail, but I seemed to like reading about such things. I fantasized about what kind of skills I would want if it were true, what kind of companions I would want. You know, the three sacred treasures of another world and all that.

But in reality, I don't seem to have the protagonist's attributes.

First, I was born in a remote town, a place that's more than a village but not quite a city. My family is a farming household, and I'm the youngest of four brothers and one sister. The eldest son is treated well, but the rest are treated like slaves. When I could walk on my own, I was ordered to live in the stable. Isn't that abuse? Making a child work all day...

I tried to be a knowledge cheat, but no one would listen to me properly, and my knowledge was limited. I don't know how to make soap or how to build a well pump! I read so much, but I only have a vague idea!

Moreover, you need people to cooperate with you. For example, if the villagers were unusually kind, or if there was a skilled craftsman, or even if I had a childhood friend who was a hero (in training). Parents? No matter what I say, I just get hit.

*Bang!*

As I was lamenting my situation, a dull sound came from behind me. I turned around to see the eldest son making his grand entrance.

"Are you still loafing around here! Get the outside cleaned up quickly!!"

He punched the wall of the shed I was repairing, clearly angry. No, that's the job you were supposed to do. And you're the one who broke it. But I couldn't say that.

"I'll do it right away."

As I tried to continue, I was kicked in the back. My hand, still holding the hammer, hurt. But I endured it.

"...Hmph! Get it done by today! If you don't, no dinner for you!"

He turned on his heel and left, acting all high and mighty. Can you believe it, he's only thirteen years old. He acts like a punk, but he pretends to be nice in front of our parents, so they think he's excellent. Most of his work is actually done by me.

He has a good exterior. He dumps all his work on me and plays with the girls. Our parents don't doubt him when he says he's going to church. He might look like a handsome guy, but he's a scumbag inside. If he's going to be the heir, it feels like the beginning of the end.

But I'm going to leave this house soon!!

This world is a typical fantasy world of swords and magic. It has stats and skills, and there are monsters. I haven't heard of a demon king, but there are dungeons.

You receive your stats and skills at the age of seven, which is considered adulthood. From my past life's perspective, it's too early, but this world seems to mature quickly. It's like herbivores—growing up and becoming independent very quickly. The death rate is also high.

Anyway, I'm about to turn seven. When I turn seven, I will suddenly know how to use my stats and skills. No matter what I receive, I plan to leave this town. I have all the preparations ready. I intend to become an adventurer, but I'll do anything if I can be on my own.