I Am No King's
Chapter 118 – Lugalgin Alhold, Childhood pt 1
Peace. A word that cannot be used to describe my life.
Ever since I started getting to know the surroundings, at the age of 3, my life has been filled with misery. Normally, at the age of 3 years, a child will begin to control the material. The first controlled material is considered the main material of the person.
Unfortunately, at the age of 3, I have not controlled any material. Among the Alhold family that was full of talented and special people, the generating serum was a taboo. I, who used the generating serum, was a taboo. Unfortunately, it doesn't stop there.
After receiving the serum, my control did not rise. The official me who has no controlling power is labeled incompetent. My status also rose to disgrace. Lugalgin Alhold, age 3, was considered a disgrace that defiled the name of Alhold.
Because the father is the successor of the Alhold family, we and the family were required to live in a complex with the Main family. Because of this, inevitably, I also grew up surrounded by the Alhold family.
I don't know when or from whom to hear it. However, before Ninlil's control rose, I was the one plotted to become the leader of the Alhold family. The decision cannot be separated from the tradition of the Alhold family where the family leader must be the descendants of the previous family leader, namely the father.
The entire Alhold family, except for my father and mother, hated me even more. They are not able to digest the fact that in the future it will be ruled by an incompetent. It led to the bad treatment I received every day.
We live in the Alhold family housing complex, so, of course, my neighbor is the Alhold family. Every time I went out of the house, even when going to kindergarten or playgroup, the Alhold family's ill treatment was always waiting. The lightest treatment is thrown garbage or dirt. The worst treatment is to be scraped or thrown by a fist-sized stone.
The only place I can feel at peace is at home.
Mother who was different from the mother now. I forgot about my mother's true nature. If now the mother is meek, the mother used to be rude. Yes, actually, now I'm still rude sir, but at least it's not as bad as it used to be. Now, you can be more subtle and calm when dealing with other people.
Back to the past story. Seeing me being treated badly every day, almost every night my mother fought with my father. I didn't want to grow up in an environment like that. On the other hand, I cannot oppose the decision of the ruling family leader, grandfather.
I don't deny that they love me. Every day, mom and dad would apologize to me profusely, especially dad. Dad kept saying, "pardon me for not being able to defy your grandfather's decision,". The father and mother who kept apologizing made me unable to hate them.
After Ninlil was born, the mother's stress levels were higher. I'm worried that Ninlil is an incompetent too. Since then, not just at night. Almost every time I fight with my dad. The only thing that can stop father and mother fighting is my presence or Ninlil. If we were present, they would not fight. However, unfortunately, their screams were heard even up to our room.
Because father and mother quarrels happen so often, I also make a secret room in the closet. I put a lot of clothes and cloth on the doors and walls of the closet, trying to dampen the noise of quarrels. In the closet, I can feel the calm. Not infrequently also I brought Ninlil into the secret room, preventing him from hearing the quarrel of father and mother.
By the age of 6 months, Ninlil was no longer given Asi. From then on, when I was not in school, I took care of Ninlil completely like changing diapers, giving drinks, taking sleep, and so on. At that time, Ninlil was the only reason I wanted to go home. The condition lasted until Ninlil was 3 years less, when I stepped on 2nd grade Elementary School.
Ninlil finally began to control the materials and items in the house. And, like my father, Ninlil is a special child with aluminum primary control. Plus, at the age of three years, the number of aluminum objects that can be controlled Ninlil is very much. I don't remember the details.
The incident immediately made the family leader, Enlil Alhold, declare the family leader in the future is my brother, Ninlil.
Thanks to the rise of Ninlil control, the mother's stress is reduced. The frequency of father and mother fights also decreased. Father also received praise for being able to give birth to superior lips like Ninlil. Ninlil was praised and hailed as a special child who would become an important person in the future.
For the treatment I received? Hasn't changed. I was still treated badly. However, what concerns me is not the treatment I received, but something else. Moments after Ninlil's control appeared, I realized my power as incompetent.
Before I put the fork and knife into the shelf, Ninlil suddenly cried. Reflex, I took off the fork and knife, approached Ninlil. However, Ninlil's cries stopped. I felt strange taking the fork and knife again. Ninlil was crying again.
I tried asking Ninlil why he was crying. However, since he was still three years old back then, he could only give a vague answer. Ninlil just said, "fork, knife, gone,".
From then on, I began to study the theory and basics of control. Basic knowledge of control states that the closer the material is to the body, the greater the influence of control, and vice versa. If there are two people trying to control the same thing, then what happens is a struggle.
The parable I could make, because I was incompetent, was to use a stick. If there is a stick, the person holding the stick is considered close to the object or has a stronger controlling power. If someone else is trying to control the same thing, it is like someone else is holding the other end of the stick. Who is in control of the stick will depend on the distance and power of control.
I also often see the parable when Ninlil and Dad scramble for something at home, such as a spoon. Even though father finally held the spoon, I could see father's hand grasping it very tightly, taking the resistance from Ninlil's controlling power.
On the other hand, I never felt any resistance at all when holding a spoon controlled by Ninlil. Ninlil said it was as if the spoon he controlled was gone. If I use the parable of the stick, I no longer fight over the stick with other people, but immediately take it, or throw it away, or whatever it is. In essence, the person can no longer hold or feel the stick.
From then on, I tried various things with Ninlil. Based on various experiments, I came to some conclusions regarding my strength.
Seriate
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