Plans

Thanks to his speed and stamina, sweeping the whole house was a matter of a minute or two. Even in the darkest night, nothing could escape his sight.

It could also be said that he had taken a few notes on his body reaction when he was outside. It didn't seem like anything could affect him in any way, at least not yet nor did he feel sluggishness from overworking himself.

What was new was his skin slightly glowing under the sun, his conclusion was either that was some effects of practicing the meditation technique or the Sub-Technique.

He had also started preparations for future experiments, in the movies and novels he had read, there were a few ways to turn a person into a vampire.

However, that was when it came to vampires, his situation was clearly different from a pure fantasy base novel, he couldn't straighten out bite his sister in the neck, even his family would probably freak out if he did.

Yet all he managed to achieve in his theories was wondering what the Rites of Demon was, even worse there wasn't any information revealed beneath after he had the notification.

No matter how much, he thought about it in the end he could only come up with a half doubt half believe conclusion.

His conclusion was, the Rites of Demon was likely similar to a vampire blood ritual. However, that was the best he could come up with, he was even less sure about his sister gaining something like a system after she was Demonized, even then the idea of Demonizing his sister was put on hold, till further progress for various important reasons.

One Demon child was already more than, enough, a second wouldn't make their current miserable situation any better than being worse.

In the following year, Tobi realized every discoveries were dead ends he could not even feel an iota of joy when he thought about the system offering for his sister to become *Demonize, every information was just too little and too useless, to be useful to him or his plans.

Though he kept on completing his usual meditation technique daily task and comprehension of his abilities kept growing, but it could not erase the perpetual taste of failure that accompanied him every day.

Finally with him clocking four years old. The period which was regarded as the golden ages, for children under six and four years in the village. These children were considered little men and women, big enough to have their own little freedom to roam around.

This was the perfect opportunity, that would be allowed to play all day long without a care in the world. It was the perfect time to make friends and grow closer to one's own neighbors and deepen ties between families.

On the day of his fourth birthday, after he had finished his chores, Ada decided she wanted to take him outside even though he could have refused he didn't want to be one to ruin the moment so he accepted, she took him outside as she tried introducing him to a few children playing, but suddenly they all ran away from fright the moment they saw his extra pupils as they called him a demon boy.

He was supposed to socialize and play, but every neighbor hid their children behind their doors at the sight of him.

Ada had no choice but to take him back home with tears on her face, she didn't like the way everyone treated her little brother. It wasn't his fault he was born that way she would think.

Tobi outwardly comforted her but since he had other plans he didn't dwell on the matter much. No amount of failures or grief could make him forget how bad his current situation was becoming ever since he clocked a year older.

Christopher's farm was a little far from their house, a little less than two minutes run for him. And a few foot walks from the big bush Bula.

Despite its name, it wasn't a normal grassland but instead, it was filled with tall trees and the likes of animals. The people who lived there all gathered their dumps to be thrown by the side

Bula was just its nickname instead of a forest. Bula was less abundant in wildlife, so most adults go there and a few lucky ones would harvest from their wild animal traps.

It was impossible to meet any monsters in the forest unless one went further to the next neighbouring forest, such inner areas and across were still uncharted territory.

Even though Tobi had never cultivated any special body art in this new world, but the meditation technique had helped with his growth sprout and modifying his body.

However, he was still a growing child compared to his siblings, any more exertion he would only be detrimental to his body. Since he needed much more energy to train his body physique than the one technique provided for his body.

Due to being called a demon child, he knew less than nothing about the outside world, especially talking to individuals and business. He needed some sort of means to get food supplies, and that was why he was headed for the house of aunt Gloria's his father's step-sister, the one who had always helped him despite the contempt of others.

Besides that, she was the only cheapskate the entire villagers knew that bought things for half its amount and a person that his parents said that doesn't discriminate anyone respective of their status and were also a relative.

'Now I guess I have been thinking with mu stomach that I had almost forgotten the main problem before me, how the heck do I even convince who I don't even know to buy stuffs from me. I have been a caveman for so long that I might need to figure out the types vegetables she might like, and even if I wasn't, it was unlikely she had not heard of my Demon tales.

'Curse my ancestor, even if she agrees to see me she definitely has no reason to trust me, again with what 'great benefits' my status as a demon child has brought, even if she doesn't discriminate against anyone at the sight of me she might freak out.'

Gloria's house was a single-story wooden house, at least almost the size of Tobi's, about a hundred square meters large. There was no henhouse or barn.

Except for the space near the proximity of the house, over there were an uncultivated, mixed of weeds and tall grasses.

'While it looks like she clearly doesn't plant vegetables of her own, it might only be on the surface. It either that or her husband business is big enough to fend for the entire family needs. Then again with all the sh*t show going on in the village, I should probably start praying she isn't some idiot, but rather some sort of saint and benevolent person.' He thought.

After he arrived, he first took a deep breath to calm his nervous. The door slowly opened almost immediately.

"Who? Oh, my God, a kid are you lost?" Gloria's appearance was as his parent had described, she was at the same age as his mother, which meant she was thirty-nine, 1.7meters tall. Had fat all over her body, with a much darker complexion he had ever seen at least compared to his own. Her black hair was made into braids.