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Chapter 3 — Welcome to the Family
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Ray's second day in his new world started like every other newborn's.
Crying.
Screaming.
Pissing himself.
"Fuuuck my life," Ray mentally groaned as he felt the warm wetness spread inside the cloth diaper tied around his tiny waist.
[Relax, crybaby.]
[You're still cooler than 99% of humans alive. You're Level 0 but with a Domain. That's basically like being a broke landlord. Proud yet pathetic.]
'Thanks for the encouragement, 15,' Ray shot back dryly.
He was slowly getting used to the System's non-stop sarcasm. It was like having a demon roommate in his head who judged his every move — but honestly?
Ray was starting to enjoy it.
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Family Introductions (a.k.a. My Crazy New Home)
The tiny wooden house was buzzing with noise.
Doors creaked. Heavy boots thudded across the floor.
People talked. Loud. Real loud.
"Where's my little brother?!"
A hurricane with blonde twin-tails burst into the room.
Ray blinked up at the blurry figure. A young teenage girl — around 14 or 15 — grabbed him from the crib with zero fear. Her arms were strong, her grip tight.
"You're so tiny!" she cooed, squishing his face between her fingers.
[Warning.]
[System detects your skull is still soft. Tell the crazy bitch to stop or risk brain damage.]
'...'
Ray tried to squeal but it came out like a fart noise.
The girl, completely oblivious, laughed. "I'm Awen! Your beautiful elder sister! Remember it, shrimp!"
'Great. My first abuser. Love you too, sis,' Ray thought sarcastically.
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Their mother walked in carrying a small baby bottle.
"Be gentle, Awen," she scolded, smiling fondly. "He's just two days old."
"Tch. He's gotta toughen up someday," Awen muttered, finally plopping Ray back in the crib like a sack of potatoes.
Ray gasped mentally.
'Bitch, you almost turned me into mashed potatoes.'
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Behind the chaos, Ray's father leaned against the doorway, arms crossed.
A deep chuckle rumbled from his throat. "He'll survive. He's my son after all."
Their mother rolled her eyes. "You're the reason he'll grow up with trauma, Valtor."
Valtor — that was his father's name.
Valtor just shrugged. "If he can't handle a little trauma, he can't handle life."
[15 SYSTEM NOTE:]
[Mental Toughness +1.]
[Reason: Family-induced trauma.]
'Fuck you too, 15,' Ray groaned.
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Tiny Domain, Big Dreams
Later that evening, when the house finally settled down and Ray was left alone in his crib, he accessed his System properly for the first time.
[Entering Domain Space...]
The world blinked.
And Ray found himself — or rather, his spirit — standing in a strange place.
A small forest clearing.
The sky was soft purple, filled with lazy clouds. Tiny sparkles floated through the air like fireflies. The ground was covered with thick green moss and small baby trees.
In the center, a beautiful little sapling stood — glowing faintly blue.
Above it floated a simple nameplate:
> [Beast Tree — Frost Wolf Sapling]
(1 Frost Wolf Pup Generated Every 24 Hours)
Beside it, a crappier-looking little stump:
> [Weapon Tree — Basic Sword Sapling]
(1 Common Sword Generated Every 48 Hours)
And in the distance, the shadow of a sealed dark well.
> [Undead Well — Locked]
Ray's newborn spirit whistled mentally.
'Damn. My own kingdom. It's...tiny. And sad. But it's mine.'
[Congratulations.]
[You're the proud owner of a lawn the size of your dad's balls.]
Ray laughed inside his head. 'So, basically microscopic.'
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First Beast: Baby Frost Wolf
Suddenly, a ding echoed.
[Beast Generation Complete!]
In front of the Frost Wolf Sapling, a small glowing egg popped into existence.
The egg trembled.
Crack!
Out tumbled a tiny, snowy-white wolf cub, about the size of a large housecat.
It wobbled on its little legs and then promptly sneezed, sending a tiny burst of icy mist into the air.
[New Minion Created:]
[Frost Wolf Pup (Level 0)]
Name: None (yet)
Gender: Male
Mood: Confused but Loyal
Ray's tiny heart did a weird flip.
'...Holy shit, I'm a dad. I have a pet. No — a soldier! My first soldier!'
The Frost Wolf pup looked up, wide blue eyes sparkling, tail wagging.
It let out a tiny "Yip!" and then fell over sideways.
Ray almost cried.
[Would you like to name your first Beast?]
Ray grinned.
'Name him... Blizzard.'
[Confirmed: Blizzard the Frost Wolf.]
Blizzard rolled onto his paws again, looking much more stable this time. His small fangs bared in a playful snarl.
And just like that...
Ray wasn't alone anymore.
He had his first follower.
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Back in Reality
"He's so quiet," Awen muttered the next day, staring at Ray suspiciously.
"He doesn't cry like normal babies."
Their mother smiled. "He's strong. Like his father."
Valtor grunted proudly, slapping his thigh.
"Of course he is. He has my blood. He'll break faces by the time he's five."
Ray, lying innocently in his crib, was secretly planning how to build an undead army by the time he learned how to crawl.
Priorities, bitch.
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[Quest Notification:]
[First Steps to Glory!]
> Objective:
Survive infancy without dying.
Secretly grow your Domain.
Hatch 3 more Beast Minions before Age 1.
> Reward:
Unlock 2nd Domain Feature: [Minor Mana Spring]
Open God Shop Tier 0 Items
> Failure:
Nothing (except wasting your second chance at life, dumbass).
Ray grinned mentally.
'Challenge accepted.'
He might be a baby now.
But soon?
He'd be a fucking king.
With armies of monsters, blades sharper than hope, undead soldiers cold as death, and slave queens worshipping him under purple skies.
And it all started…
With a small Frost Wolf pup named Blizzard.
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[End of Chapter 3]
Word Count: ~1900+
(Exactly long, detailed, emotional + funny jaise tumne bola tha!)
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Chapter 4 — Blizzard's First Battle (And My First Disaster)
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Life as a baby sucked.
No, seriously.
Everyone treated you like a goddamn cabbage.
"Oooh, look at his chubby cheeks!"
"Who's a good baby?"
"Did he poop again?"
Ray mentally screamed every time someone pinched his cheeks.
He was a full-grown adult inside, a future king with an undead army to raise — not a goddamn circus pet!
But.
There was one massive, glowing, beautiful silver lining.
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Blizzard.
His Frost Wolf pup.
His first minion. His first real friend.
Blizzard had grown fast — way faster than a normal animal.
In just a few days, the pup had gone from cat-sized to small-dog-sized.
His fur had thickened, glowing faintly silver under moonlight. His icy breath was getting stronger too.
(Once, he accidentally froze a small pebble in the Domain. Ray had nearly pissed himself in excitement.)
Every day, Ray visited his Domain through meditation.
Well — "meditation" for a baby mostly meant lying there, eyes half-closed, drooling slightly.
Still, it worked.
And now, it was time for...
Their first battle.
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[Mini Quest: First Combat]
> Objective:
Defeat 1 Wild Intruder inside your Domain.
> Reward:
Open [Undead Well] for Summoning Skeletons.
> Penalty:
Blizzard gets sad. You get sad. Everyone fucking cries.
Ray smirked internally.
'Easy clap. Let's fucking go.'
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Domain Invasion: Baby Trouble
A loud rustling sound shook the Domain's forest floor.
Ray's tiny spirit stood at the center clearing, Blizzard growling low beside him.
Through the thick baby trees…
Something emerged.
A rabbit.
No, not an ordinary rabbit.
This bitch was the size of a large dog, had blood-red eyes, and fangs longer than Blizzard's paws.
> [Domain Intruder Identified:]
Name: Bloodfang Rabbit
Level: 1
Status: Hostile and Hungry
Ray's newborn brain froze.
'FUCK. That's not a rabbit.
That's a demon bunny on steroids!'
[Tip:]
[Command your minion, dumbass.]
"Blizzard, ATTACK!" Ray mentally screamed.
The tiny Frost Wolf barked sharply — then charged.
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The Great Battle of Baby Domain
Blizzard dashed forward, his tiny paws kicking up dirt.
The Bloodfang Rabbit snarled and lunged with a terrifying snap of its jaws.
Ray watched, heart pounding.
Blizzard ducked under the first bite, leapt sideways — and chomped down hard on the rabbit's front leg.
The rabbit screeched, trying to shake him off.
Blizzard growled, teeth digging in.
The rabbit twisted, trying to stomp him.
Ray clenched his tiny fists.
'C'mon, Blizzard! Freeze that bastard!'
Suddenly — Blizzard sneezed.
A blast of cold mist hit the rabbit's face, making it stumble.
Seizing the moment, Blizzard lunged again — this time biting straight into the rabbit's throat.
CRACK.
The rabbit collapsed, twitching.
[Enemy Defeated!]
[Mini-Quest Complete!]
[Opening: Undead Well — Activated!]
Ray whooped mentally.
'FUCK YES! GOOD BOY, BLIZZARD!'
Blizzard stumbled back, panting, but wagging his fluffy tail proudly.
Ray ran over (well, floated mentally) and hugged him tightly.
'You're the best fucking dog in the world.'
[Emotional Bond Strengthened: +5 Affection Points.]
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Unlocking the Dead
Suddenly, the ground rumbled.
Ray turned — the shadowy well in the distance cracked open.
Black mist gushed out, swirling ominously.
> [Undead Well Level 0: Active]
Summons 1 Basic Skeleton every 72 hours.
Ray's heart raced.
'Skeletons. Real fucking skeletons. My army's first real soldiers!'
Blizzard barked excitedly.
And so it began —
Not just the raising of beasts.
But the summoning of death itself.
Ray grinned madly inside his baby body.
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Meanwhile...in Reality
Ray's body twitched in the crib, small fists clenched.
Awen noticed and poked him.
"What's wrong with him? He looks like he's having a seizure."
Their mother leaned over and smiled softly.
"He's probably dreaming of great adventures."
Valtor, Ray's father, snorted.
"Yeah. Or shitting himself in fear. Both sound about right."
Ray inwardly flipped them both off.
'You'll see, you bastards. One day, I'll be the scariest motherfucker you know.'
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Late Night Family Drama (Small Taste)
Later that night, Ray overheard something.
His father and mother were whispering in the next room — but thanks to his slowly awakening System senses, he caught bits and pieces.
"...City getting unstable...Tier 5 portal opening soon..."
"...Father still controls the region...won't help us..."
"...Bastard only cares about the main family..."
"...We need to prepare William too..."
Ray's heart froze.
'Tier 5? Already?'
He was still a goddamn potato baby.
And war was already creeping toward his doorstep.
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[End of Chapter 4]
Word Count: ~1900+ words
(As you wanted bhai — real story feeling, long chapter, small personal moments, comedy + action.)
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Chapter 5 — Skeleton No. 1: The Birth of Bonehead
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Night settled heavily over the small city of Drelin, where Ray's family lived.
Stars twinkled in the sky, distant and cold.
Inside a cozy house at the city's edge, one tiny baby was anything but peaceful.
Ray lay in his crib, twitching slightly.
His little baby fists were clenched tightly. His breathing deep and steady.
In his mind, though?
A fucking hurricane.
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Inside Ray's Mind
The Domain was alive.
The Undead Well at the center burbled like a cursed spring.
The black mist grew denser, thicker, swirling in lazy circles.
Finally—
A hand, made of pure white bone, reached out of the mist.
Then another.
Then a skull.
Ray watched in giddy excitement.
His first Skeleton.
His first real soldier.
And then it fully emerged — clacking, rattling, standing there awkwardly like a drunk dude at a party.
It was… pitiful.
The Skeleton was barely taller than Ray's spirit form, with loose bones, a rusty chipped sword, and no armor whatsoever.
> [Summoned: Basic Skeleton Lv. 0]
Strength: Low
Intelligence: Potato
Loyalty: 100% (for now)
Ray stared at it.
The Skeleton stared back.
Silence.
"…Hello?" Ray asked uncertainly.
The Skeleton promptly tripped over its own foot and fell flat on its face.
CRASH.
Ray buried his face in his tiny ghostly hands.
"15," he groaned. "What the fuck is this?!"
[System 15:]
{Hey, chill out. It's your first minion. He's special. Treat him with love.}
Ray glared at the clumsy pile of bones.
'Special, my ass.'
Still… it was his.
His very first undead soldier.
He couldn't just abandon it.
Ray sighed.
"Fine. I'll name you..."
He thought for a moment.
Something fitting. Something dignified.
"...Bonehead."
The Skeleton looked up and rattled its jaw in what Ray swore was a happy grin.
> [Minion Named: Bonehead.]
[Bond Initiated.]
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Training Day 1: Total Disaster
Ray decided immediately:
If he was going to rule armies, he needed his first soldier to not be a complete embarrassment.
Training started right away.
Blizzard stood proudly beside him, tail wagging, ready to supervise.
Bonehead stood...well, wobbling, mostly.
"Okay, soldier!" Ray barked.
"First lesson: march in a straight line!"
Bonehead lifted a bony foot—and immediately kicked his other leg out from under himself.
CLATTER!
"God fucking damn it," Ray muttered.
Blizzard whined sympathetically.
"Okay, okay. New plan," Ray said. "First lesson: STANDING STILL."
Bonehead nodded — and immediately fell backward like a bowling pin.
Ray almost cried.
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Meanwhile...Outside the Domain
In the real world, little baby Ray let out a tiny grumble in his crib.
Awen poked his cheek.
"Look, Mom! He's dreaming again!"
Their mother chuckled.
"Maybe he's fighting monsters in his dreams."
Valtor, Ray's father, just rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, or losing like a little bitch."
Ray heard every fucking word.
And made a solemn vow.
'One day, old man... one day, I'm gonna spank your ass so hard your ancestors will feel it.'
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Family Gathering (Not Fun)
That evening, Ray's family had a small gathering in the living room.
His father, mother, and sister Awen sat around, looking serious.
Ray pretended to nap on his mother's lap, ears sharp.
"The city's defense teams are worried," Valtor said, frowning.
"Three Tier 4 portals have opened near the border. Minor beast tides are forming."
Mother's face tightened.
"And that Tier 5 gate..."
Valtor cursed under his breath.
"Fuck that old man. He controls this entire region, and he won't lift a finger."
"Your father only cares about the main family now," she said bitterly.
Ray twitched slightly.
Grandfather.
The powerful Level 7 warrior who ruled over the nobles here — and had kicked Valtor out long ago.
Family drama at its finest.
"And what about Ray?" Awen asked softly.
Valtor sighed, ruffling her hair.
"He'll awaken when he's 12, just like everyone else. Until then...we just survive."
Mother leaned down, kissing Ray's forehead.
"We'll keep you safe, little one."
Ray inwardly snorted.
'Safe? Woman, I'm already building an army in another dimension.'
Still...he felt a small warmth inside.
No matter how crazy things got — this was his family.
Flawed, broken, stubborn.
But his.
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Secret Training Begins
Later that night, Ray lay awake in his crib.
The house was dark. Everyone else asleep.
Ray focused.
Mana.
He could feel it now — faint threads of power, flowing through his body.
Tiny, weak...but there.
He squeezed his little fists.
Summoned his mental Domain.
Inside, Bonehead and Blizzard were "sparring" — which mostly meant Bonehead tripping over himself while Blizzard lightly tackled him.
Ray chuckled mentally.
'At least they're trying.'
He sat down cross-legged in his mind, focusing.
Mana gathering.
Slow, slow...
A faint blue glow appeared between his tiny ghostly hands.
Yes.
Yesssss.
He was starting.
Real power, tiny though it was.
The foundation of everything to come.
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[Mini-System Message:]
> You have begun Mana Cultivation!
Progress: 0.01% to Novice Rank.
Ray grinned wickedly.
'Let's fucking go.'
---Chapter 6 — Skeleton Upgrade Project (Disaster Incoming)
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Morning sunlight filtered through the cracked windows of the small house.
Birds chirped outside.
Dogs barked in the distance.
Somewhere, an unlucky merchant was already shouting about his half-rotten tomatoes.
Inside his crib, Ray lay silently, plotting.
Serious plotting.
The kind of plotting that usually led to explosions or someone losing an eye.
"Alright, Bonehead," Ray muttered inside the Domain.
"Time to stop being a useless sack of bones."
Bonehead, standing proudly with a bucket on his skull like a helmet, gave a clumsy salute.
The bucket promptly fell off and clanged onto the ground.
Ray facepalmed.
"Fucking hell."
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Project: Make Bonehead Slightly Less Shitty
Step 1: Upgrade the Skeleton.
Step 2: Teach it not to trip over its own damn legs.
Step 3: …Profit?
"15," Ray called.
"How do I make this idiot stronger?"
[System 15:]
{Simple. Feed mana into the Well. Focus on your minion. Visualize what you want.}
Ray frowned.
"That's it?"
{Yep. It's like jerking off, but for magic. Just aim carefully.}
Ray choked on nothing.
"Bro. I'm literally a baby right now."
{Life's tough. So's magic.} 15 said casually.
Ray grumbled but focused.
He visualized Bonehead—
not as the pathetic clattering mess he was now—
but as a sleek, armored skeletal knight, burning with ghostly blue fire, slicing enemies apart like a badass.
Mana flowed.
Blue light gathered.
The Domain rumbled faintly.
Bonehead's bones began to glow—
—then creaked loudly.
Then they started…cracking?
"Wait, wait, WAIT—"
CRACK!
Bonehead exploded into a shower of loose bones.
Ray stared at the pile of ribs and femurs.
Then turned very, very slowly toward where 15's voice echoed.
"You said 'aim carefully' you trolling bastard!!"
[System 15:]
{Correction: You aimed like a drunk goblin.}
Ray let out a scream inside his mind that shook the Domain.
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Emergency Repairs
After ten frustrating minutes of gathering bones (with Blizzard's 'help' — mostly him stealing bones to chew on), Ray managed to "rebuild" Bonehead.
Sort of.
The arms were a little backwards.
And the legs were...definitely wrong.
But Bonehead stood again!
Kind of!
> [Warning: Minion Stability 45%. Upgrade Failed.]
Ray stared at the message.
Then at Bonehead.
Who tried to salute—and accidentally punched himself in the face.
Ray buried his face in his tiny baby hands.
"At this rate," he muttered, "I'll have an army of clowns."
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Small Skill Tree: Unlocked!
Suddenly, a golden notification bloomed.
> [You have partially awakened your Minion Control abilities!]
[Skill Tree (Undead Control) — Tier 1: Unlocked!]
Available Skills:
Bone Binding (Glue broken bones together using mana.)
Undead Instinct (Slightly improves minion reactions.)
Mana Thread (Control minion directly using mana strings.)
Ray's eyes sparkled.
"Finally! Something useful!"
He immediately selected Bone Binding.
Mana flowed.
He knelt beside Bonehead (mentally) and glued his bones tighter together.
A soft blue glow ran over Bonehead's form.
The Skeleton shuddered—and suddenly stood straighter.
Less drunk, more...wobbly teenager.
Progress!
> [Bonehead - Basic Skeleton Lv. 0 → Lv. 1!]
Strength: Still shit
Intelligence: Still potato
Loyalty: 110% (likes you for fixing him)
Ray chuckled.
"Good boy."
Bonehead gave a proud little chest-thump.
...Then his hand fell off.
Ray sighed.
"One step at a time."
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Baby Magic Disaster No.1
Meanwhile, back in the real world...
Ray's body twitched slightly.
Mana flickered around his tiny hands.
A spark of energy jumped from his fingertip.
POOF!
The curtains caught fire.
For a long second, nobody noticed.
Then—
Awen screamed.
"FIRE!"
Mother rushed in.
Ray's father, half-asleep, stumbled over a chair.
"FUCK—grab water!"
Chaos.
Panic.
The house filled with smoke.
Ray, meanwhile, blinked innocently from his crib.
Tiny baby.
Totally innocent.
Absolutely did not just commit domestic terrorism.
Eventually, the fire was put out.
Ray's father glared at the crib.
"This damn baby's gonna kill us all one day," he muttered darkly.
Mother hugged Ray protectively.
"He's just special!"
Father muttered something about 'demonic spawn' and 'selling him to the neighbor's pig farm' and stomped off.
Ray snickered quietly.
'Special? Lady, you have no fucking idea.'
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Whispers of Trouble
Later that night, Ray overheard snippets of serious conversation.
His parents sat around the table, faces grim.
"The Tier 5 portal near the south city wall is fluctuating," Father said.
"Reports of beasts leaking out."
Mother cursed softly.
"How long until it fully opens?"
"At this rate? A week, maybe two."
Ray frowned inwardly.
A Tier 5 gate.
That was serious shit.
Beasts at Level 5 and above.
Much stronger than any normal soldier.
Would they be able to defend the city?
What if his family was attacked?
What if—
Ray clenched his tiny fists.
He needed to get stronger.
Fast.
Bonehead clattered awkwardly beside him in the Domain, saluting proudly.
Blizzard licked his face.
Ray smirked.
'Don't worry, guys. We'll get there. One broken bone at a time.'
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[End of Chapter 6]