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“He’s a Hero.”
Suddenly, the voice of my grandmother resonated behind my parents.
“H-Hero?” the two repeated.
My grandmother walked outside the house, her eyes filled with wisdom.
She looked directly into my eyes.
“Since the moment I saw little Blake, I realized that he wasn’t a normal child… He was born talented, gifted… He is someone that is destined to become a Hero.” She said.
I had never expected my grandmother to think of me as a Hero. I wasn’t particularly a heroic figure. In my previous life I only did what I thought was good for my own benefit and that of those close to me, I didn’t help anyone for “the greater good”, and to be honest, I wouldn’t do it now either.
But it seems that Hero is not just a person that helps others and act heroically here, a Hero seems to be some sort of figure, a person with amazing and great strength, innately born with such talents.
Am I such a person? It could be easily said that I am, based in the standards.
Even the most talented kid in my village, which should be either Chris or Eric, cannot even fathom to be beat me in combat, even while having incredibly strong spirits and larger pools of Mana than me.
I have barely abused my System aside from three Skills, where only Throwing Technique and Acrobatics had come into play the most.
Most of what had made me strong is simply my knowledge of my previous life. I had used it to cultivate Qi and use techniques I had learned previously, fusing them together and maximizing their effects while also lowering their requirements to be suitable for my new body.
Eleanora is also part of my strength now, but she had always been at my side in my previous life, so I can’t really say I am cheating the system by having her with me. I always had her…
Nonetheless, this place seems to not have a clue about what Qi is, and perhaps even less about what Aether is. All concepts which I had mastered to perfection in my previous life.
My parents looked at my grandmother in surprise as I stood still. I didn’t wanted to say a thing, and acted rather surprised.
“Our child… a Hero?” asked my father.
“R-Really?” asked my mother.
“Yes! I know it is hard to believe… But I had my suspiciousness yesterday. Blake hunted down those wolves at the end… And even more, he also used some strange power to revitalize me while giving me a massage… that could be his gifted powers as a Hero.” Said my grandmother.
It seems that my grandmother is way sharper than I had originally thought. She immediately realized all these things by herself, it surprised me greatly.
She just pretended to not know? This surprised me even more. I guess even as a human, she had also ended up gathering a lot of wisdom, despite the short amount of time humans live.
“What’s a hero…?” I asked.
“A Hero is a figure of strength, dear. They’re called one-man armies. A person capable of turning the tides of battle with their mere presence… Heroes are geniuses amongst geniuses. From the time they are born, they showed special abilities and even more, had even more special spirits with them…” said my grandmother.
“S-So that was it… Blake… our Blake… Is such a figure!” said my father. He ended up believing everything quite fast. I couldn’t help but thank my grandmother deep down, this pretext of being a Hero ended being useful in convincing my parents of my peerless talent.
“My boy, you’re really that talented? I-I can’t believe I gave birth to you now…” sighed my mother in shock.
“Don’t say such things, mother, I am very happy to have you as my mother, and you too, father… Even with this strength and what I am developing now… I am still grateful to be with you two.” I said.
“Ah, I feel like I don’t deserve such a boy…” sighed my father.
“Come here!” mother said, as she began to cry all of the sudden, tightly hugging me.
“Oh, Blake!” my father said, as he also hugged me along with my mother.
The two began to cry tears of happiness. Being a Hero was such a great deal… even though this was only speculation from my grandmother at the end of the day.
It appears that Heroes are able to completely change the fate of their families. Perhaps there were other cases such as mine? If that’s the case, it wouldn’t be so hard to help my family become citizens using my strength to hunt beasts, gain money, and so on.
After all, strength is everything at the end. With that, you hunt monsters, sell them, and make money, and with money, you can get anything.
It is just as easy, and it has always been this simple even in my previous life.
These rules never change, wherever you are where there’s a society.
I have absolutely no interests in becoming anyone’s hero, but I will use this to my advantage to justify my strength, it certainly is convenient. I have to thanks my grandmother for saving me in that situation.
After the touching moment where I had to calm down my parents over their happiness, we decided to go back home as I explained a few things to them, summoning Eleanora at my side.
Of course, nothing about reincarnation nor the Grimoire’s powers were included, and I made sure to make of that information as secretive as possible. I wouldn’t be of any use to reveal to my parents such things, it would only creep them out if they were to learn they raised a thousand-year-old vampire…
I will definitely never reveal such a thing!
For now, things settled down after talking for a while.
“My son, even as strong as you might be, I am also worried about your safety… As a mother, I hope you don’t sneak out at night again… I-I don’t know what I would do if you recklessly ended up risking your life and… I… I don’t want my boy to get hurt!” my mother cried, as she hugged me once more.
I had to say something to convince her that I must hunt…
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