Quests?

Things repeated itself, after cleaning coop he needed to move rocks. His choice was to simply build a barrow to improve an entire process of moving things from place to place.

Roger was surprised by craftiness of this boy, thanks to barrow heavier things could be moved by fragile person like him.

"Can you build more of these 'things'?" It could improve work of every household, moving things around with minimal effort could allow people to focus their strength on other work.

"I can, but why should I?" It was quite reasonable answer, boy wanted to see reaction of old farmer.

"Kid… You are right. They don't deserve anything… I understand your hatred…" Roger tried to explain him that hatred and violence don't bring any happiness into life.

'They are simple and weak. I cannot blame them for their stupidity.' Those people are building materials, their opinions and thoughts weren't important at all.

"I don't hate them. They won't believe if you tell it's my invention anyway. I need to establish good reputation to shut mouths of brainless dogs of Ian." Those words were accurate, Roger didn't predict that boy could predict an outcome of his actions in such manner.

"You are clever one, huh! It's enough for today. Go and rest! We will prepare the fields for sowing tomorrow!" It would be excellent as he indeed required time to take care of some things inside the space.

Leveling up farming and starting working out in workshop area. Many things needed to be recovered before getting back on domination's path.

[Farming lv.MAX]

[Chopping lv.MAX]

[…]

'It's been some time. Let's head back to Roger's farm.' During his training inside space, few hours in an outside world passed. It was dawn and boy promised to assist Roger with preparations for sowing.

[Name: Roger]

[Title: Retired Hunter, Crazy Roger]

[Profession: Hunter, Farmer, Carpenter, Archer]

[Traits: Ruthless, Agile, Old, ...]

[Skills: Intermediate Bow Mastery, Hunter's Archery, Roger's Footwork, ...]

'Archer? Footwork? I cannot recall such things in previous run.' It was confusing, his appraisal reached 11th level back then. His current appraisal was on 7th level and it was pretty far from leveling up.

They cleaned fields from weed and white-haired boy asked question.

"Don't you scatter fertilizer to improve quality of ground?" His question surprised old farmer, and it was first time he heard word 'fertilizer'.

"What's fertilizer? Stop spouting nonsense, boy!" Quality of ground was mediocre because none was fertilizing it and they utilized outdated methods of sowing.

Aron slowly explained all things to old man, and the entire process had some sense in Roger's eyes because chicken's dropping will turn into soil with time. The idea about sowing different crops every year shocked him, and however longer explanation allowed him to understand some facts behind this.

'I should call myself Aron for now. Those people know me by this name.' His brain was filled with memories from both lifetimes, so it wasn't anything hard to get used to a new name.

[Quest Generated]

[Name: Helping Hand!(1/10)]

[Goal: Help 10 people with their work.]

[Reward: Reputation in the village, 2 SP, 2 AP, 1K WE]

[Time Limit: 7 days]

[Penalty: -0.5 to random stat]

[Quest Generated]

[Name: Outstanding?]

[Goal: Improve your basic attributes to 2.0]

[Reward: ??]

[Penalty: ??]

'Quests. Whatever, let's do it!' Free points and low difficulty made those quest attractive and useful.

Aron started from Greg's ranch. Man was rearing sheep and there were many fields to sow, so boy could easily convince a rancher to let him work there.

"Good morning! I am looking for work! Do you need capable hands to help you with sowing?" Greg was type of person without real opinion about anything. Few words could alter his mind, and Aron was at present working on his fields.

[Name: Greg]

[Profession: Rancher, Farmer]

[Traits: Weak-willed, Coward, Hardworking...]

[Skills: Animal Handling, Farming, Escape...]

"I...Ok, what do you want in exchange?" Asked the Greg, as his voice was already shaking.

"I can take some old unusable tools or wool. You can pay me with other things if you have something in mind. " It wasn't much as remuneration, still he needed to create reputation among those people. Things needed to be done carefully, he didn't want to fail again.

"OOOK. I will give you some wool and some seeds if there are leftovers." There was trace of hesitation in his voice, however he agreed at the end.

Greg would usually slowly prepare fields as his main focus was a ranch. Those sheep were source of precious wool, meat and warm clothes. Both of those things were highly precious for villagers.

His work didn't take long, cleaning field from all useless plants and using weird tool to plow. Using ordinary tools would waste too much time, so he built hand plow from wood and some bronze.

This tool made Greg watch him with dumbfounded expression, he even asked if it's for sale. Aron temporarily.

"It's the weird device! Kid, you are freak!" This time it was used in a positive way, his voice carried little admiration and some fear.

Greg handed him, some old broken tools and some wool. The boy didn't know if it was from fear or gratitude.

Going from household to household, increasing basic profession and collecting broken things. Those things might be impossible to repair, but copper or bronze parts could be melted and recasted into new tools.

His next stop was Rose's house, appraising her to find out a reason behind her drastic changes. Power, she demonstrated while killing abomination was out of a mortal realm.

'She could be key for magic or martial arts. I don't know much about those professions in this world.' People in death hand were not appraisable, so he didn't discover origin of their power. They had some weird elixirs to increase strength, however every intake was less and less effective on the user.

'This place isn't training faculty. It's a laboratory and 'humans' are rats used in their bizarre experiments!' Those experiments could be considered as extremely ineffective, still they got some results with high numbers of lab rats.

Rose was sweeping a courtyard of her house with broom made from birch branches. Aron couldn't see anything abnormal in her behavior.

[Rose]

[Human/??]

[Bloodlines: ??]

[Traits: Weak-willed, Kind,??,…]

[Skills:…]

'Unknown things in status. Hybrid? Did her father fuck fire?' Recalling memory of her evaporating body of abomination with ultra high temperature fire.

'White fire…Somewhere around 1.4K degrees of Celsius. Interesting!' The color of fire changed with temperature. Color was altered by temperature, still also by chemical composition of fuel. Different gases burned with various color.

'I wonder if her fire follows any law from my previous life…' This world could have completely different laws of psychics. Relying on non-existent laws or rules wasn't intelligent choice.

"Hello, Rose. How are you?" Aron didn't possess any reason to hate this girl. She was dangerous, but there must be reason behind this as well.

"Hi? Arrron? I didn't see for few days! There were some rumors about your death and your weird thingies!" She scanned him with her eyes, and his body wasn't looking so bad as his malnourishment was removed.

"Ok. I will come visiting you another day! I promised John to help him at carpentry! Have a nice day!" There was trace of disappointment, and no information about origin of this power was displayed by appraisal.

[Name: Aron(Marcus Reave)]

[Title: Worthless Bastard, Champion(Hidden)]

[Age: 11]

[Race: Human/??]

[Bloodline: Human(??), ??(??)]

[Profession: Farmer lv.4(13K/25K), Carpenter lv.3(6K/10K), Lumberjack lv.7(64K/250K), Mason lv.2(3K/5K), Beginner Sculptor lv.1(1K/2.5K)]

[Space: Farming lv.3, Ranch lv.1, Workshop lv.1, Storage, Library, Digging Site, Quarry]

[Stats: STR 3.1, DEX 2, END 3.5, INT 20, PER 20, CHA 0.8, ART 0.11]

[Points: WE 13, SP 1, AP 1]

[Talents: Axe, Poisons, Bow, Mace, Blacksmith]

[Traits:]

[Negative: ??]

[Positive: High-Capacity Brain, Hardworking, Strong Limbs, Ambidextrous, Eagle's Eyes]

[Skills]

[General: Plunder, Appraisal lv.8(49K/500K), Let's Gamble!, Fieldwork lv.5(Locked), Handiwork lv.5(Locked)]

[Profession: Smelting lv.0, Weaving lv.0, Smithing lv.0…]

[Fighting: …]

'I should build small forge to recast all this scrap into something useful!' In his previous run, he got blacksmith talent from Ian.

His quest was complete and profession system got small upgrade. He could browse his professions and check possible advancements. Most paths were locked or marked by questions marks as conditions weren't met yet.

'I should talk with Carl about things. This herb was too precious for his simple hands!' Allowing animals to evolve was too tempting and getting hands on this herb was his priority.