Information isn't just power, it's the only shield James has in a world he doesn't understand. There is nothing more dangerous than ignorance, and nothing more threatening than the fact that he himself is something that shouldn't exist.

  Reincarnation was a concept that defied all scientific logic he knew, an anomaly that defied the limits of human understanding. If something so impossible could happen, then what else was hidden behind the curtain of reality? What else could there possibly be in this world that could destroy him before he had a chance to understand how to survive?

  He cannot allow ignorance to be a permanent condition, he must try to find answers. Not just to make sense of this new world he finds himself in, but to lessen the chance of running into something even more dangerous than reincarnated.

  However, finding information was more difficult than he expected. The first pn-to utilize the home library-failed miserably.

  Aurelia and Dante understand that their son is no ordinary child, and they are very selective about what he can and cannot read. The books avaible in their home are not a collection of free information, but a collection that has been filtered, sorted and narrowed down.

  They strictly controlled his access, as if they realized that letting James read too much could have unintended consequences. If they knew that their son was actually a grown man in a baby's body, perhaps the restrictions would be even more extreme.

  The second pn, using the internet as the main source-not much better.

  His hope that cyberspace would be an unlimited storehouse of information was shattered when he realized how limited his access was. The computer he managed to build did give him a window into the outside world, but it was too narrow in scope. The world still had too many gaps that he couldn't fill with answers, and without deeper access, he would only find strange communities like before (so he thought).

  But failure is no reason to quit. If one door is closed, then a window is the ideal option. If there is no path he can walk on, then he will create his own.

  There was still one st possibility left uncovered, Dante's boratory. There, the electronic components he needed were still there, scattered like parts of a puzzle waiting to be reassembled. If the internet and the library couldn't give him the access he wanted, then he would have to build his own path. He was still stealing components from Dante's b, not because his previous pns had failed, but because he knew there was still a possibility that they could work in a different way.

  James cannot stop, must not stop. As long as the world still held secrets, as long as he himself was still an inexplicable mystery, then the only option was to keep going. If he couldn't find information the normal way, then he would create his own way. Because for someone like him, ignorance is not just a weakness-it's a threat that can lead to destruction.

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  I sat in the wooden rocking chair on the terrace, as usual. The wind blew gently, cooling the overcast afternoon air with the gray sky hanging low above the horizon. To my left and right, stood the massive Victorian columns with detailed carvings that created a sense of luxury without being overwhelming, their color white marble, glittering faintly under the dim light. A grand, cssic aesthetic, but for a child like me-or rather, a grown man trapped in a child's body. All of this was just a meaningless backdrop as someone who was accustomed to the taste of bitterness.

  I let my body lean deeper into the rocking chair, taking the position of an old man with back problems who was enjoying the view of the vast garden in front of him. Bored. That's the only word that can describe my feelings right now. There was nothing to do in my free time, and my brain that was used to working non-stop felt restless in this quietness.

  My mind wandered, back to my previous life.

  A child who grew up without parents, surviving by studying for work, no day without proper rest. The sun rose and set without really giving me time to stop and enjoy life. The days passed with one simple goal: to survive.

  My friends? I miss them, of course I do, even though there's no concept of family that I recognize.

  However, among those memories, there was one thing that suddenly popped into my mind. An online game that one of my friends once forced me to py.

  Gr*wt*pia.

  A 2D sandbox online game with a simple concept, the world is completely built by the pyer. No storyline, no fixed goals-just boundless creativity, where pyers can build their own world, trade, and interact with others.

  In this game, every pyer is the creator and owner of everything. The community has total control over buildings, mechanics, and the in-game economy itself. You pnt crops and then harvest those crops and construct things out of them. There is an entire trading system where pyers exchange goods, which becomes an economy that is very much like the real-world economy.

  I never really liked video games in the first pce, but the economic system in the game caught my attention.

  Real Money Trading.

  Within that virtual world, virtual assets such as game items can be converted into real currency. Many pyers spend time searching for and collecting rare items, selling them at high prices, and then converting their profits into real money. For someone who understands market mechanisms and economic exploitation, Gr*wt*pia is not just a game, but a lucrative business field.

  I sighed softly. Unconsciously, I began to be drawn to that nostalgic memory.

  The breeze blew again, bringing in the smell of wet dirt and the feeling of humidity. The gray skies were getting darker and darker, cloaking the day in a peaceful gray shadow. My eyes were starting to feel heavy, this little body unable to resist sleepiness in such a comfortable air.

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  Today is exactly 1 month to the day when James gave the guiding instructions to create a device for the destruction of mankind and the destruction of the world.

  Even so, he can live idle with ease because he doesn't know the consequences of his actions.

  'The forum is nothing more than a cheap prank community,' was how this 3-year-old thought.