The more I read, the more amazed I became.
When I was done, I realized something startling—I must have subconsciously activated the ability earlier. I could see dark areas as clearly as daylight.
'Is this Night Vision… or X-Ray Vision?'
Although I could use the ability, I had no idea how to distinguish between its different functions yet.
With these abilities, everything around me felt different. I was sure I was the only one in my family who could practically see in the dark now.
Still, doubts lingered. Did Mana Vision work like X-light Vision or Dark Vision? That was my main question, mostly because I couldn't understand Mana Vision at all. Even though I knew what Mana was, I couldn't figure out what the vision mentioned at the end was supposed to do.
'Wait… does this mean I can actually see the flow of Mana with Mana Vision?'
I had a feeling Mana Vision likely had other uses, but I wasn't sure. Maybe I was just overthinking it. I had never heard of anything like Mana Vision back on Earth, and since I was completely clueless, I decided to assume my earlier thought was correct for now.
In the end, I chose to set the issue of Mana Vision aside.
In the following weeks, my days slowly settled into a routine of completing daily tasks and trying to understand the world I had been reborn into.
During the day, after being cleaned up and having my diapers changed, I would be wrapped in thick brown fur. My focus was simple: drink milk for my daily task and gather as much information as I could about the outside world and my family.
At night, I cultivated my high-grade meditation technique until a notification message popped up within my line of sight. When I woke again near morning, I would start all over until Elina finally left me alone so I could properly rest.
More than once, I tried to take a break from thinking about the system or my plans for the future, but it never lasted. Other than daily tasks and planning, there was nothing else for me to do.
Living as a baby wasn't as easy as it seemed. On the contrary, it was harder than trying to thread a thick rope through the eye of a needle.
The worst part was that I couldn't tell anyone I could speak—or that I was probably more fluent than any of them. All of this was to avoid scaring my mother, Elina, or the rest of the family.
I had thought about what might happen if I suddenly spoke. The various scenarios—how they might react in fright or fear—sent chills straight through my diapers.
Speaking as a baby at this point felt like a suicidal mission. I didn't want to be called an evil spirit, or worse, a monster, during my first reincarnation since I was already being seen as some kind of demon spawn.
I was grateful enough my family wasn't calling me a monster, I didn't want to ruin everything by suddenly talking.
And so, the days passed uneventfully. Since I couldn't move much, I could only do what I knew best, which was cultivating and drinking milk.
I wasn't used to being helpless or dependent on someone else for every little thing, mostly because of how I grew up. To cope, I immersed myself in completing daily task after daily task, trying to adjust to this new reality without overthinking everything.
As I completed more tasks, my attribute points kept increasing, and so did my stats. After a month, I felt confident enough that I could probably leave a noticeable dent in my wooden cradle if I tried.
Still, I was careful. I never attempted impossible feats—I didn't want to make my family suspicious.
I also realized it wouldn't take long before I could try taking my first baby steps. After that, I shifted some of my focus to thinking up babbling words I could use to refer to each family member.
Since my time wasn't limited, I preferred spending some of it playing with my siblings as they sang songs and told me stories about faraway lands.
I had to use my time wisely. Since I couldn't increase the number of daily tasks I did, I focused instead on controlling my powers.
No matter how ordinary the attribute points from daily tasks were, I doubted I could raise my overall stats too high without drawing suspicion.
If something strange about me stood out, noticing it would be easier than swatting a fly.
Because of that, I became more and more cautious. I was afraid of being killed.
I didn't believe I knew this family well enough to understand how they might think or react. Having already died once, I was terrified of dying again over something foolish. I didn't want to leave behind even a single reason that might put my life at risk.