Chapter 8

This story is a work of fiction.

The characters, organizations, and names are all fictional and have no connection to any real entities.

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Chapter 8: Scum Will Emerge Anywhere

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A punch lands on my left cheek. Struck, I fall down.

"Ha ha ha! Scum is so weak!"

The one who hit me is Jace, a six-year-old child.

I am only one year and three months old, barely able to walk on my own. There's no way I can win against a six-year-old.

However, no one watching reprimands Jace.

Jace is the eldest grandson (the son of the eldest son) of the lord of the house. In simpler terms, he is a child with a legitimate bloodline who is supposed to inherit the Lightstar Marquess family in the future.

Even if a child like me, born to a concubine, were to be killed, no one would blame Jace.

After a few months of living in a new environment, I have learned many things. As mentioned earlier, this house is the Lightstar Marquess family.

The head of the family (the lord) is Marquess Elgard Bard Lightstar (62 years old).

The eldest son (Jace's father) is Bardus Bard Lightstar, who currently manages most of the affairs within the territory.

The Lightstar Marquess family belongs to the Kingdom of Curdia.

The Bard territory, governed by the Lightstar Marquess family, is located in the fertile southern region of the Kingdom of Curdia and is known for producing the highest amount of wheat in the country.

Jace is my older nephew, but he doesn't consider me a blood relative.

"You're the child of a slave! You shouldn't even be in my presence!"

He uses the term "I" a lot... I've encountered quite a few people like that in my previous life, including my father and a classmate named Seppouken. It's surprising how many "I" people there are.

However, this is a separate residence, not the main house where Jace lives. He has come here specifically, not the other way around. In other words, he has come here to beat up me and the other children of concubines.

Probably, Jace doesn't even know my name. He doesn't know the names of the other children of concubines either. He just enjoys hitting any child he sees. No matter how young, he is a piece of scum that makes me want to vomit.

After a while of hitting and kicking, Jace, exhausted from the beating, is breathing heavily. His body is more than just chubby, and he gets out of breath easily with a bit of intense movement. It's clear he has no stamina.

"Ha ha ha... I'll let you off with this much for today!"

Jace spits out words like a comedian, his shoulders and belly jiggling as he walks away.

It's quite painful, but I've minimized the damage. I can't afford to break any bones or damage my internal organs, as that could be life-threatening.

I had become accustomed to being hit in my previous life, and over time, I developed the skill to avoid such fatal injuries. Of course, there are limits. So, not getting hit at all is the best option.

"Thomas, are you okay?"

It was Louis, who is close to my mother, who helped me up. She is still only twenty years old and was sold by her parents because her family wasn't wealthy. Her situation is not much different from that of a slave. She has one child, a girl one year older than me.

"I'm fine."

I have a small cut in my mouth, but the injury isn't serious. Being hit by my father in my previous life was much worse.

"I'm sorry, Thomas. I couldn't protect you..."

"It's not your fault, Jace is the bad one, Louis isn't bad."

Louis hugged me. I think this is what people mean when they talk about good people. It's certainly not the people living in the main house.

Louis carried me to my mother. I can walk, and walking would help build my strength, but Louis wouldn't let me go.

"Thomas!"

"Jace did it again."

"I'm fine."

"Thomas..."

I was passed from Louis to my mother's arms.

"I'm sorry, Thomas. I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

My mother, tears streaming down her face, apologized to me. In my previous life, I was also abused by my mother, but in this life, I have a good mother. This is a very happy thing.

Alone in my room, I used my skill as usual.

I turned straw into soybeans and gnawed on them. Soybeans are full of nutrients. I eat them to build my body. Once I use up my mana, I sleep.

【Level Up】

By continuously using my skill, my level actually increased. Not my skill level, but my overall level, probably my physical level.

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【Name】 Thomas

【Race】 Demigod (Human-God)

【Info】 Male, 1 year old, Healthy

【Title】 Apostle of ×××

【Rank】 G

【Attribute】 God

【Blessing】 God of Conversion (Unawakened)

【Level】 3

【Skill】 Conversion - Level 1

【Life】 5 (25)

【Stamina】 6 (31)

【Mana】 7 (37)

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The numbers in parentheses represent the true ability values for that level. Since I am still a toddler, my abilities are limited.

Thanks to the slight increase in usable mana, I can convert more, though only a little.

Living in this separate residence as a child of a concubine, our environment is not safe. I believe I should level up as quickly as possible, so I repeatedly faint from mana exhaustion. Since this helps me level up, there is no option but to do it.

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