back to past life(on going)

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My eyes suddenly opened as I felt like I was falling off a cliff.

With blurred eyes, I saw a small arm moving arbitrarily. The arm is mine, but it doesn't feel like it's mine yet. I have not been able to control my body because it only performs reflex movements, irrelevant to external stimuli.

Modern science claims that this happens due to the immature brain activity of the baby. They're correct. My brain has not grown completely. However, modern science will not be able to explain my current thinking skills. It belongs to the realm of religion because that ability comes from my true soul.

I found it hard to turn my eyes towards the two people who were staring at me. My undeveloped vision only allowed me to see the shadows on their faces, and my hearing was also limited. My mother gave birth to me at home instead of in the hospital with the help of her sister, who was a nurse, because of her poor financial situation. So, the two people who were looking at me must be my mother and aunt.

Although my vision was not yet fully matured, the system message in the window was clear. Reading it has nothing to do with vision because it may function on the same basis as the brain of an imperfect fetus to be able to think well because of the soul.

They force us to read the message as if they were putting it into our brains. I 'read' the message that appeared in front of me.

[Quest 'Being Healthy 1' begins.]

[Being Healthy 1 (Quest)

Mission: Drink ASI three hundred times in one month.]

Seeing this, I realized why the First Evil stood out as a powerful being from 'Adven Day'. She has been collecting points since her babyhood. In other words, he was the chosen one.

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“You should wrap the baby's hands and feet like this, or he will wake up in shock and floundering,” Jung-hee said.

“But my son cried so much. Are you sure there's nothing wrong with him? He has all his fingers and toes, right?” Mi-hee's worried.

“You've asked that three times now. He just wants food. Congratuations. Boy,” Jung-hee replied.

“Thank you, Brother,” said Mi-hee.

Jung-hee cleans the placenta from Seon-hu, then lets Mi-hee hug him. Mi-hee cries not out of pain, but out of gratitude for her healthy baby. She still could not believe that she had become a mother and had given birth to a child.

Mi-hee can't take her eyes off the baby crying for milk. He started to suckle her. Her worry of not having enough milk disappears when she sees Seon-hu sucking her nipples vigorously and gulping down milk.

“She is very greedy,” comments Mi-hee.

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As soon as I stuck to my mother's breast, my mouth moved instinctively. It was an involuntary movement similar to my flailing limb, and I felt like I was inside a small animal.

There was a man whose main skill was Soul Transference. When he entered the victim, he would observe his target like this until he completely engulfed their souls. However, this was my body, and the uncontrollable movements of my lips and limbs were just a reflex. There is no reason for me to fight because I do not use Soul Transference to occupy and then hijack the bodies of others.

I felt a warm liquid running down my throat. It had no taste, but I could feel its presence as it moved into my esophagus and stomach. It was similar to the sensation of drinking cold water after waking up in the morning.

Thanks to my aunt covering me in a blanket, I was finally able to focus on drinking ASI because my limbs were no longer flapping. My mother carefully propped up my neck while looking at me with love. My stomach slowly filled up.

This is happiness, and I almost cried because of sheer happiness. I'm glad that I can't cry on this body. My mother will be astonished to see her son crying after his first meal at ***********. I just let go of my mouth from*********** when I can no longer drink, and my lips stopped reflexively once my stomach was full.

A message appeared.

I sincerely hope this notice does not cover my mother's face.

[Be Healthy: Drink ASI 1/300]

When I started to feel claustrophobic and distracted by strange feelings, my aunt lifted me up and started patting my back. I can't spit out what I swallow. I thought there was something stuck in my stomach, but it was just a burp.

“Burrrr.”

I felt refreshed, and the laughter of my mother and aunt was music to my ears.

It was time to sleep, at least for my mother, who had just suffered from giving birth to me. But the pain all over my body didn't make me sleep. The pain of passing through the birth canal was indeed gone after drinking my mother's milk. However, this is much better than the previous pain. It's enough to piss me off from falling back asleep. Honestly, I don't want to sleep.

My aunt's touch was as gentle as my mother's, and as I lay on her arms as she supported my back and neck was so charming and comfortable. However, I wanted to be in my mother's arms even though she was a bit awkward. I cried until my aunt handed me over to my mother and did not stop even when my aunt rubbed my back and sang for me.

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I woke up feeling hungry. I must have fallen asleep.

Since I have an adult mind, I can withstand the crying of an empty stomach or wet diapers.

I want my mom to rest today. There were no postpartum care centers in 1985, and mothers lived with their babies during this period. Moreover, my mother could not ask others for help because both my grandmother had died and my aunt had to return to work. I remember that my mother started having major problems with her hips in her forties. This was because she could barely take care of herself when I was born because she had to raise me alone.

Advent's day is still far ahead, and I have thirty days before this search deadline expires. So, my mom needs to rest at least for today because she won't be able to sleep at night from tomorrow.

I started to hold the emptiness in my stomach. It reminded me how weak the baby was because my hunger started to turn into pain. Even though it wasn't a great affliction, it felt like someone was stabbing me in the stomach. Maybe this is why the baby can not resist hunger.

I have fought against the Eight Evils and the Eight Virtues and overcame the difficulties of the birth canal with my mother. I can't ruin my mother's only day to rest because of this hunger.

However, when the time comes, my mother lets me suck on**********, and a baby's survival instinct appears.

I shouldn't have done this at least not for today…….

[Be Healthy 1: Drink ASI 2/300]

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[Be Healthy 1: Drink ASI 9/300]

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[Be Healthy 1: Drink ASI 10/300]

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[Be Healthy 1: Drink ASI 11/300]

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Despite my efforts, my mother would not be able to sleep on her first day. My father couldn't even help her because she had just started her job.

Fathers…….

Also, parenting is fully the responsibility of the mother during this time. My mother never took her eyes off me when she was home alone with me.

She wrapped me carefully whenever my limbs came out of the blanket even though she was sleepy. He tried to help me fall asleep after feeding and burping. My mother's daily routine was an endless repetition of feeding me, belching me, then putting me to bed. When I wanted to help her, I pretended to sleep when she wanted me. The only time he could sleep was when I pretended to sleep for an hour or so.

After about a week, I saw my mother cry for the first time. The sound of tired crying came out from his faint silhouette. Her sobs were completely the opposite of the laughter I heard with my aunt. My mother faced her limit because she did not sleep well even once during the week. I was her first and only child, so this was her first time raising a child. She can't go to the bathroom alone, and can't sleep enough for a week. That's why she cried, and I realized that it was hard for my mother to raise me.

He stopped crying to feed me, and around that time, I did not care anymore about his quest. There will be no problem with my future plans even if I fail one quest. I wouldn't mind being hungry for a day if it would make my mother sleep well. However, my mother became anxious and called everywhere when I held back the hunger and did not cry.

Twelve times a day, every two hours.

My mother fed and belched me again as if she was not crying out of desperation. My ultimate goal is not too far away or far in the future. It was right in front of me.

I put one word at the top of my list of goals - filial duty.

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