Harem of Moms and Milkers

 

‘Woooooh, I’M RICH!’ Dann’s fingers hammered the keyboard, spamming an online chat with caps lock. He celebrated his lottery winnings which amounted to several millions of undeserved dollars.

His anonymous online friends were the first ones to learn this news. Of course, that was the natural course of events for a useless NEET like Dann, who hadn’t spoken to his real life friends and family in ages.

[Chocoburger: Wait, how much did you get after tax?

Duss: Fuck that’s so unfair

Rockey: Dude, we’re bro, right?

Truck: Brooooooo, I’m going to miss the gacha banner. Pls help me pull my waifu, I’ll forever be indebted to you]

Dann shook his head in annoyance. “Tsk, gamble for money instead of png.”

[Truck: Bro, r u serious :(? U cant let me down like this. You’ll regret this]

With two clicks, Dann put the beggar in his ignore list and leaned back on his chair. “I can’t hang out with those peasants anymore.”

A frightening tremor shook Dann’s room, instantly wiping his smirk off.

As he struggled to get up from his chair, the wall suddenly exploded revealing a truck speeding towards him.

It slammed into the dumbfounded man.

…

Dann’s eyes shot open. His sight was welcomed by a clear blue sky.

“FUUUUU-” He cursed as he struggled against the disorienting shock. He thrashed about, trying to turn himself to stand up, but his chubby arms flailed in vain.

Then, the shocking truth about the state of his body struck him.

"Wawuwu? (What the fuck?)” He stared at his tiny fingers with eyes wide open in shock. ‘I turned into a baby?’

He screamed as he took in his surroundings and his predicament went from bad to worse. “Waaaaaah! Waaah!”

Dann lay atop a basket in the middle of a forest, tucked in blankets. He relentlessly called for help for hours to no avail.

"(My millions! Give me back my millions dollar!)"

The night fell, and Dann experienced the harrowing cold with his newborn body, growing weaker by the hours. He suffered from frightening lapses of judgment that made him feel too drunk to form coherent thoughts, as if he was a real baby.

'I had to reincarnate into a fucking abandoned baby, of all things?'

As he slowly lost all hope for the puny baby he possessed, a notification window appeared in his view.

[Welcome to Hekal!]

Dann froze as he recognized the name. It was from ‘Heroes of Wars and Wonders’, a series of RPG and strategy games he had played. Hekal was a fantasy world full of magic and marvels, but it was also a hostile place filled with monsters.

'Welcome, my ass. Return me home!' He imagined chucking the window away, and the notification changed in response.

[You received the skill: 'soul mind'. Effect: provides a parallel mind with superior cognitive abilities. Spellpoint consumption depends on the intensity of the cognitive load. Arsenal potential: +1 spellpower/mana +0.5 intelligence/mana

You received the skill: 'soul memory’. Effect: allows perfect storage and recall of all memories and experience, including those from your previous life. Arsenal potential: +1 spellpoint/mana +0.25 intelligence/mana]

Thanks to the intermittent activation of ‘soul mind’, Dann had pangs of clarity during which he was able to accurately assess how shitty his situation was. He wasn’t able to maintain ‘soul mind’ constantly because of the cost, but the silver lining was that his baby self could use it instinctively and there was no risk of being stuck in baby mode.

Soul memory also held a lot of potential as it allowed him to retrieve knowledge that he glanced over during his previous life without any flaw. The technological state of Hekal was rather diverse, and knowledge was easily lost due to the constant military conflicts that plagued this world. Dann was confident about recreating thermal and electrical engines, and even an old arithmetic logic unit for computers… or at least working basic prototypes that illustrated fundamental principles for researchers. The issue was that prototypes wouldn’t cut it for a world at war, where investing in research was a gamble.

'What are my attributes?'

[Nameless Baby Lv. 0

Grade: F

Soul: 1 Aura: 1 Mana: 1 Ki: 1]

'Of course, it's only 1… The inventory feature is also locked.'

A new notification grabbed his attention.

[Main quest: The Way Home (1/?)

Description: A local deity is in distress and requests your help. Bring a satisfactory resolution to their situation and return to Earth.

• Find the identity of the local deity in distress

Reward: Chance to return home

Note: Your soul will not be brought back to Earth upon death.]

Dann growled in rage. Depriving him from his life as a millionaire wasn’t enough, he had to slave himself for an unknown deity too. He was being used as a volunteer to help another world!

[Quest: Seek Power

Description: Increase your power and wealth. A portion of it can be transferred to Earth!

• Obtain a blessing

Reward: Retain some powers on Earth.]

’Now we’re talking.’

It wouldn’t be impossible for Dann to become a superhero (or supervillain) on Earth if he gained powers in Hekal. His will to live burned more intensely than ever, and he kept calling for help.

But even his willpower died out after the sun rose without finding any rescuer.

Long after he lost all hope, the beak of a fierce bird appeared in his view, scaring him out of his wits. Before he could pass out from sheer terror, unknown hands lifted him.

“Oh no, poor baby…” Loreley, a passing griffin rider, found Dann in the middle of the road.

Her heart ached when the only sound that Dann could muster was a weak groan. His eyes were about to roll up in exhaustion, hunger, and dehydration. She could only guess how long he was abandoned in the wilderness.

“Everything will be fine.” She delicately tucked Dann against her chest and hopped on the griffin.

He cried tears of joy. ’Thank you… Thank you so much!!’

…

Years later…

Dann was educated at the local church after Loreley had rescued him.

And it turned out that orphanages were actually mass-producing adventurer facilities. The reading and arithmetic classes were as basic as they could be, while most resources were invested in practical lessons. Thus, kids spent a lot of time running around in the forest, fighting with sticks or slinging rocks.

’As expected from the Congregation faction that relies on adventurers instead of summoning hordes of units.’ Dann gritted his teeth as he swung his wooden sword at his teacher in the backyard.

The teaching nun effortlessly blocked the blows while matching his speed. Despite being his former wetnurse, not a hint of emotion appeared through her icy gaze. She stood like an unconquerable mountain as she whacked him.

"Again." She was actually a bigshot of the church who seldom taught orphans. Her presence in the training grounds was solely for Dann’s sake and he had to make the most out of it.

He withstood her relentless training, and soon his effort was rewarded by a cascade of notifications.