The Abomination System - Chapter 01 - Version2
An unknown period of time had elapsed when Odin, who had leaped into the void to be plunged into the endless darkness of the abyss, began to receive signs of waking up again. This was strange since after jumping, he didn't think he would survive. According to legends and stories, no one who has fallen into the Grim Reaper's Abyss has managed to get out alive. Every soul that will end up falling into that place of infinite darkness never returns.
Because of these legends and stories, Odin never considered that after he had jumped straight to his death, he might reawaken. It was strange. The very idea of falling from such a height to a seemingly endless void of depth caused his body to shudder with terror. His subconscious told her that the chances of surviving said fall were nil.
Then... How come I'm still alive?
As his consciousness was awakening and coming back to reality, the first thing he heard was a high-pitched ringing sound in his ears. The ringing in his ear lasted a few seconds until he cleared up. But in the middle of it, he suddenly felt wrinkled hands grabbing him and lifting him into the air.
He had no answers to the question of how someone could so easily lift his heavy adult body, but it did, and then he felt those wrinkled hands lift him up and wrap him in some kind of soft cotton blanket.
Odín didn't understand anything that was going on.
He did not understand how he went from jumping into the void to dying to being wrapped in blankets while being carried in someone's arms. How did I get into this situation? Even with his mind in his chaotic state, even so, Odin could feel how his body was carried with great ease in the arms of that unknown person. He could easily deduce that this person's size was five or ten times his size.
After surviving the fall, was I taken in by a race of giants? Odin wondered.
In his attempt to understand his situation, Odin tried to open his eyes to see his surroundings. He wanted to know what the hell was happening, but the moment he opened his lashes, the first thing he encountered was intense, fiery lighting that hit him head-on.
Waahh! So brilliant!
Odín quickly was forced to close his eyes!
What the heck is wrong with this bright place!? It almost made me blind!
It was then that a voice was suddenly heard.
[---- ---- XX XXXX ----]
Huh?
Another voice followed.
[----XX ---XXXXX]
What are they saying? I can't understand, damn it!
Odin heard more than one voice speaking. It seemed to be two people, and from the tone, he could tell that one of the voices belonged to the older woman carrying him in her arms and the other voice seemed to be coming from a young man. Odin focused all his attention on listening to the conversation of the two people, but to his frustration, he could not understand what they were saying at all. They were speaking in a language he had never heard before.
He racked his brain trying to decipher the conversation, but it was totally useless. And as he furrowed his brows, he noticed that the older woman carrying him in her arms, wrapped in blankets, began to walk.
[---XX-XXXXXX---XXXX!]
What the hell are they saying?
Odin heard a kind of exclamation in the older woman's voice as if she were announcing something.
Unfortunately, he could still not understand anything they were saying, but a strange feeling of nerves began to spread throughout his body at the anomaly of the situation. His body was slowly lowered and deposited in the arms of a third person. From the smooth sensation and the slight smell of perfume interspersed with the smell of sweat, Odin could deduce that this third person was a woman who was lying on a bed. The unknown woman said a few words to the older woman and the man, and she began to caress Odin's hair and face gently.
Odin felt the woman's giant fingers touching him, caressing him slowly, with extreme care as if she was afraid of hurting him. Perhaps this was the first time Odin felt someone careful not to damage him or be rough with him. Instead, the strange woman seemed to treat him with the same gentleness and care that would be given to a precious but fragile object like a feather, such gentle and kind attention and care, similar to the care given to a newborn baby.
... Hey wait... this... This can't be!
His eyes opened, and again he was confronted with the intense illumination of the surroundings. Still, unlike the last time, this time, he did not close his eyes, and his sight took a few seconds to get used to the illumination of the place to see the person holding him finally.
When he looked up, he found himself face to face with a pair of eyes full of love and affection.
Odin was paralyzed when he found the beautiful smile of a young woman with brown hair who looked to be in her late twenties. So far from the idea of having fallen into the hands of a race of ugly, monstrous giants that Odin had expected, the woman in front of him was a beauty with excellent, sweet features. The woman's aquamarine eyes looked at Odin with a lovely, caring, and, above all, loving expression.
Although it could also be seen that the woman was not in optimal conditions, her forehead was covered with sweat and her hair was messy. She looked clearly exhausted, weak and sleepy. But despite all this, the woman was still looking at him with that sweet expression of love... motherly love.
In this woman's eyes, he seemed to be seen as the most precious and treasured thing in the world.
Odin widened his eyes at this.
That look so sweet and full of warmth immediately stopped all his messy and chaotic thoughts that abounded in his head. Odin was moved by the kind of look in the mysterious woman's eyes, and something inside him hinted who this woman was.
Could it be that she is .... is she my mother?
***
Half a month has passed since Odin woke up.
In this period of time he has managed to adapt to his new environment, however frustrating it may be, accepting the new reality in front of his eyes.
He has reincarnated as a newborn baby.
That was his new reality.
To his surprise, in this time he has discovered that his name remains the same as in his previous life. He is still called Odin, although he does not know his last name. His mother is a beautiful brown-haired, kind and loving woman who carries him in her arms most of the day, breastfeeds him, changes his diapers, and puts him to sleep in his crib every day.
And as for his father, all he could say was that he looked like a nice man, with short hair and sharp eyebrows. At first glance, his new father could be taken as an ordinary peasant. But under the sharp eye of an expert like Odin, he could easily discover that, from the muscular build that remained and the slim body of his new father, he found an athletic and trained body. Odin does not yet know the names of his new parents and their past. But from the vestiges of a trained body his father had, he could deduce that his father had to have been an adventurer or soldier in the past.
Odin was lying in the crib with soft blankets under his bottom, babbling awkwardly with drool dripping from his mouth. His control over his new body was too poor since he had barely been alive for half a month since he was reborn as a baby. This made him feel frustrated and distressed. He was pondering what he would do from now on when big, beautiful eyes peered over the crib.
Odin stood still, looking at her.
It was a cute little girl with big eyes and hair tied in two overlapping braids who always came to visit him. From its looks, the child appeared to be around 4 to 5 years old. She was a curious child, and apparently, she did not seem to like the new baby at home very much.
Odin was able to deduce that this girl was his older sister quickly.
The girl furrowed her little eyebrows as she stared at Odin with sulky cat eyes. Odin internally let out a sigh. It was always known that sometimes young children might not like new babies in the family very much due to the loss of parental attention, as the parents must occupy more of their time and attention in taking care of the new child. And this seems to be happening with his older sister. The little girl stuck her tongue out at the baby and then ran out of the room when called by the mother.
Luckily for Odin, his new older sister is still a child of good upbringing since so far, she has not done any malice to him apart from sticking her tongue out at him and climbing on top of the crib to look at him with those grumpy cat eyes. Of course, it would be terrible if his older sister tried to do something to him, since being a newborn baby, he has no way of defending himself from the outside world and the possible shenanigans of the girl.
He can barely babble incoherently with his baby mouth.
But if there is one thing that keeps Odin frustrated and suffocated with tension, it is the inability to control his bowels. This is perhaps the greatest current trauma of this old reincarnated wizard. The first time he tried with all his might to contain the excrement, but all his attempts proved futile in the face of his loose bowels that did not hesitate to let it all flow.
That was the first time Odin experienced the catastrophic tragedy of shitting his pants.
The frustration and embarrassment were so much that his baby cries could be heard all damn day long.
Since then, Odin has learned to make a poker face every time his intestines rumble and announce the coming catastrophe. Odin always decides to whitewash all his thoughts and distance himself from reality by putting on his poker face. During this period it seems that his soul leaves his body and does not return until after his mother has changed his diapers.
Another of his frustrations was the incredible boredom of not moving.
Most of this month, Odin spent reminiscing about his old memories to keep himself distracted and not be suffocated and suffocated by the inability to move and boredom. However, there were times when he couldn't stand it and would let out his baby cries.
Somehow his mother seemed to have picked up on what he wanted, and a few days later, she brought a wooden toy that resembled a chandelier with little bells that rattled in the wind. His mother hung the toy above the crib for Odin's amusement.
But the toy did nothing to lessen Odin's distress.
And so, the days continued to pass.
Until that morning came...
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