I Reincarnated as the Mob Flame User Destined to Die in the Early Stages of the Game, but When I Cleared the Event Before the Protagonist, the Heroines Followed Me - Chapter 2 - Determination

Chapter 2 – Determination

I’m just a mob in the game.

When I turn 18, I’ll join Dust’s party to head to the city, but due to being too weak and possibly dying in the future, I’d end up leaving the party.

After I returned to the village, I was killed by the bandits, and the main character ended up fighting them off.

I’m just a disposable character in the first event of the game.

Moreover, other villagers will also become victims because of that incident.

Everyone in the village is kind and makes me feel comfortable.

It’s nice that they are broad-minded and don’t nitpick about small things.

I might not like Dust, but I like everyone else in the village.

I don’t want anyone other than Dust to die.

If things keep going like this, everyone in the village will die with me.

Besides, I just can’t imagine Dust helping the villagers.

That’s why I need to change.

I need to become stronger.

I opened my status.

Gett, Human Male

Level: 1

HP: 10 SS

MP: 2 G

Physical attack: 4 E

Physical defense: 10 SS

Magic attack: 10 SS

Magic defense: 2 G

Speed: 2 G

Unique skill: None

Skills: “Mace LV1” “Shield LV1” “Child LV7”

Weapon: None

Armor: Cloth clothes: 10, Wooden shoes: 10

…I’m so weak.

The alphabets next to the stat values represent talent levels.

There are grades from SS to G, with SS being the highest rank.

The higher the rank, the higher the stat value.

First of all, even though my magic attack rank is SS, my MP is G so I can’t use magic attacks.

Besides, I don’t even know basic attack magic yet.

Moreover, having a G rank in speed is fatal.

If I’m slow, I can’t hit enemies or dodge their attacks.

Having high talent ranks only in resilience-related aspects makes me merely a meat shield to scatter enemy targets.

Unique skills are obtained only after receiving a baptism at 15, which is still far off for a 5-year-old like me.

And child LV7 is a completely bad skill. Child LV7 means ability values decrease by 70%.

As children grow older, their child LV will decrease.

All abilities will be reduced by 40% if the child is LV4, and by 10% if the child is LV1.

It seems that once you grow up to around 15 years old, your “Child LV” skill will disappear and bad status will be removed, but that’s still a long time.

Right now, I’m just a puppet unable to use magic or physical attacks, and that’s not all. There’s also a problem with my attack motion too.

The mace’s attack motion is sluggish, throwing off my balance when I attack.

I tried swinging a small mace, but I couldn’t swing it properly.

Just like in the game, my balance is disrupted, making my attack motion too weak.

Magic is also useless.

First of all, my MP is low.

If I were to use “Fire”, I wouldn’t be able to control it properly and might end up hurting myself.

Mace and magic attacks are useless, so if I were to train now…it would have to be to train my physical body.

Magic is out of the question with such low MP.

I’ll focus on building my body first.

I consulted my parents as soon as I got back home.

“How can I swing my mace better?”

“What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?”

“I want to become stronger.”

“You’re still a child, so you don’t need to be strong.”

“But I want to become stronger.”

My father, who had been silent until now, spoke up.

“Do you want to be stronger than Dust?”

Father knows about the relationship between Dust and me.

“Yeah.”

Actually, I also want to get stronger by the time of my death event at 18. But let’s not say anything unnecessary.

“Alright. I’ll teach you how to swing a mace.”

“I think it’s still too early for Gett.”

“I’ll only teach you how to use the mace and shield. It’ll only take 30 minutes a day. A child should have this much energy, right?”

In this village, children’s fights are somewhat tolerated.

There’s a culture here where parents don’t intervene in children’s fights, they believe it helps children grow.

“If you say so,” Mother agreed.

From that day on, I learned how to swing a mace from my father.

“Are you done already, Gett? It’s not even halfway through yet.”

Father folded his arms and looked at me.

I had collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.

I didn’t think it would be this hard at first. I thought 30 minutes wouldn’t be that big of a deal.

But it’s really tough.

At first, my father said he’d only teach me how to use the mace and shield, but I got really into his guidance, swinging the mace until I was out of breath and struggling.

I have a round shield on my right arm and a mace in my left hand, but the mace is really heavy.

You know those things like “Just 5 minutes of exercise a day is enough”? Well, those 5 minutes are tough, and it’s no wonder many people don’t exercise.

30 minutes of training is very taxing for me, especially since I’m just a child, an overweight child at that.

When I couldn’t swing the mace with my left hand, my father would attack me with various weapons and instruct me on how to use the shield.

“Raise your shield more!”

“Stay more compact!”

“Don’t hide your face! It’s dangerous to block your own line of sight.”

He kept attacking me with wooden weapons repeatedly, and I couldn’t last five minutes without collapsing to the ground.

The unfamiliar movements and lack of exercise made me out of breath, and my head started to feel dizzy.

“I’m so tired. Pant, pant. If I lose weight, pant, maybe I can move more easily?”

“Hmm, losing weight, huh? Gett, you’re not just bad with weapons, but your footwork is also poor. You keep losing your balance and almost falling over. How about we train your footwork first? That way, your weight should naturally decrease.”

“Yes, let’s do that.”

It seems like I’m not using my body properly before using weapons.

If I lose weight and continue training, maybe I can improve my attack motion.

After the break, my father marked the stone-paved road with charcoal.

“Let’s start with this. Move as if you’re stepping on these charcoal marks.”

“I got it.”

5 minutes later…

I was lying on the ground, gasping for air.

I kept trying to step forward and sideways, but I kept falling over and bleeding. And I was so out of breath that I didn’t even care about the blood.

“…I guess this is your limit. Let’s reduce the time a bit starting from tomorrow.”

“Pant, pant, hah… Thank you for today.”

My father’s eyes widened as he looked at me. I guess he was surprised because I thanked him.

The real Gett should be more innocent and childlike.

But it’s okay to just say thank you once in a while, right?

~ ~ ~

[Dust’s POV]

I was reincarnated from Japan as the protagonist of this game.

The world of games is way better than the shitty real world!

Civilization is behind here, but the women are much better.

Everyone looks young and beautiful.

I can’t count how many times I’ve wanted to fuck.

But I have to be patient.

I know this because I’ve completed the game. Alicia will become a very stunning beauty in the original story.

I’ll enjoy her then.

And the other characters are all beautiful too.

I’ll enjoy every single one of them.

But I need to act like a child and be patient for another 10 years.

If I can do that, I’ll be able to have sex with everyone.

I’ll get the “Hero” unique skill at the age of 15, and depart on an adventure at the age of 18.

Once I set out on my journey, there are hints throughout the game’s story that suggest I’ll have lots of sex.

Since it was a game kids could play, those parts are cut out, but as an adult, I don’t miss those subtle hints.

At 18, I’ll get the beautifully transformed Alicia just by going out on an adventure together.

After all, I’m going to get the “Hero” unique skill.

And just like in the story, I also have the key item, the “Karma Ticket.”

I have all the talents and key items.

Until then, I’ll lay low,

But there are bad parts about this world too.

I don’t have any toys to kill time with.

There’s no entertainment at all.

It can’t be helped, let’s play with Gett again.

If Alicia isn’t around, I’ll push him into the river multiple times, hit him with a stick, or toss him around for fun.

I can’t help but enjoy seeing that fatty’s scared face.

It can’t be helped.

I will be a hero and I’ll save this country.

He’s here to relieve my boredom.

He’ll die at the age of 18 anyway.

Until then, let’s kill time by bullying him.

Looking around, I see a kid looking depressed after his paper plane broke.

Oh, well. I’ll make him a new one.

There are no airplanes or paper airplanes in this world.

But I’ll use my knowledge cheat to make all the kids my underlings.

It’s all just to pass the time, and to make sure Alicia doesn’t hate me. 

Well, when the other mob girls grow up, I can taste them.

But until I’m 18, that’s a no-go.

I walked over to the kid.

After I made the kid a new paper airplane, I headed to Gett’s house with my underlings.

…Huh, why is he training?