Wait... But I Frikkin Hate Isekai's!!

Abyss's Point Of View

The stares I was getting did not bode well. I wished more than anything that I could conceal my status plate for eternity.

[Status Screen Info ]

[Name: Abyss Marhxist]

[Age: 7]

[Level: 1]

[Title: The Chosen One]

[Blessings: Light, Darkness, Fire, Wind, Water, Earth, Death, Rebirth.]

[MP: 500/500]

[HP: 700/700]

[Passive Abilities: Longevity. Jack of All Trades, But A Master of None. Absorption.]

[Base Stats: (Can Be Increased Daily.) ]

[Intelligence: 10]

[Perception: 10]

[Stamina: 10]

[Power: 10]

[Speed: 10]

[Agility: 10]

After seeing my status plate, my mother sat down immediately. My father was so speechless his mouth just flapped open and closed like a fish out of water. Meanwhile, my brother's face was turning redder than a tomato.

I quickly closed my status window and looked around nervously. I couldn't believe my terrible luck. All I wanted was to live a quiet peaceful life here, away from danger and out of the way. And yet, the Gods wouldn't allow me even that.

"Hold on a moment! Did I read that right? He has enough mana and health to be a rookie court mage!?" My uncle Stahnley, the Marqueed, exclaimed.

"I'm seriously tired right now... Can we talk about this later...?" I grumbled.

I really didn't want to talk about it at all, but I knew they wouldn't let any of this go until we discussed it, thoroughly.

"Yes... We will all meet at the house, and discuss this more tomorrow..." My mother sighed.

I nodded, and began walking toward the doors. Then, Sigghfreid began to throw a fit.

"We can't just leave it at that! He has the stats like the heros of old! That's not normal! What happend? Where did you go!? Talk!" He demanded.

"Why? When no matter what I say, it will only make you more angry, and even more jealous than you already are?" I asked, exasperated.

He was the absolute last person that I wanted to see my status plate. Life would probably get even more annoying now living with him, than it already was.

"Sigghfreid Marhxist, you will conduct yourself properly, and be silent! We will discuss this later!" Father said, sternly.

"Ugh! So unfair!" Sigghfreid said nothing more, and stormed out of the cathedral.

I heaved a weary sigh, and looked up at my parents. They were both clearly worried about me, but I was the one most worried. Sigghfreid had mentioned the heros of old, but I had never heard of them before. If my stats were on par with the heros, then it seemed that the Gods had known exactly how everyone would react upon seeing them.

'The Gods are nothing but trouble...'

"Don't worry, Abyss... This isn't a bad thing. It's just rare and unusual. We will come by to see you tomorrow. Try not to show anyone else your status plate, if you can help it. It could bring you unnecessary trouble. You go home, and get some rest." Uncle Stahnley said with a warm smile.

"Yes. Thank you brother. We will excuse ourselves for today." Mother replied.

We walked out of the cathedral, not saying a word. Sigghfreid was still fuming in the carriage.

The ride back to our house was filled with awkward tension. I could tell that they all had questions, but didn't want to burden me. Well, everyone but Sigghfreid. Father had a firm grip on Sigghfreid's thigh. Everytime he would attempt to say anything, father would squeeze his leg, mercilessly.

Once we arrived back at home, father picked me up out of the carriage, and carried me into the house. The servants were all waiting for us expectantly, clearly eager to know how things had gone.

However, father just waved them all away, and informed them that we would talk about it later. This did nothing to deter their high spirits, as they quickly began to prepare things for the arrival of our relatives tomorrow.

Father didn't set me down even after we entered the house. Instead, he carried me all the way up to my room, Mother following close behind.

"Alright son. I realize you might not have wanted to discuss things in front of Siggy and the others, but I fear for your future. We need to know what happened after you said the prayer." Father said, once we reached my room, and he placed me down on my bed.

I looked back and forth between my parents awkwardly. I really wasn't sure what to tell them. Because, whereas they might see it as a great honor to be chosen by all of the Gods, I only saw it as a massive pain in the ass.

"We will need to formulate a story for the others by tomorrow. Please be honest, hunny." Mother said, worried.

Having no other choice, I settled for telling them half truths.

"After I said the prayer, I was summoned by the Gods. They told me that they would all grant me their blessing. And even though I told them that that wasn't necessary, they were... persistent. They advised me to grow stronger, while I attended the Magic Academy..." I said with a sigh.

"Well, did they tell you why they were all willing to grant you their blessing?" Father asked.

"They just said that it would be necessary for the future. However, I would not consider this a joyous outcome. Judging by the way you all reacted, having this "privilege" is nothing but trouble..." I lamented.

"Well, it would certainly turn the country on it's head..." Mother sighed.

"If you ever encounter anyone in the future with an appraisal skill, they will be able to see your stats regardless of whether or not you show them..." Father mumbled.

"Mother? Father? Who are the heros of old?" I asked.

I wanted to know just how big of a deal this would be, and how others would react to my stats upon seeing them. I also wanted to know just how strong and influential heros were to this world.

"At one point in this nation's long history, there were many heros. The Gods would summon them from other worlds to fight against great calamities." Mother began.

"Though there haven't been any new heros in over a hundred years..." Father added.

"Their powers would grow as they trained, and it is said, that a single hero could upend an entire kingdom, alone. We aren't sure why there haven't been any more summoned heros, but we surmise that it is due in part to the years of peace that we have had." Mother said.

"Another theory, is that a summoned hero had once gone rouge, and apposed the Gods directly. He brought devastation and ruin wherever he went. As a way of apologizing, the Gods refused to summon any more heros. And the nation as a whole, banned the use of summoning magic, in solidarity with the Gods." Father explained.

"Oh... I see... How old do I have to be to go to the Magic Academy?" I asked.

I didn't want to walk the path that the Gods had planned for me, but I needed to learn more about this world, and the mana that resided in it, if I wanted to survive. I also needed to grow strong enough to forge my own path that delineated from the God's.

'Being the villain of my own story doesn't sound all that bad...'

"Uhm... Well, the enrollment age is 10 years old, but you can test into the Academy, once you receive your blessing." Father said, nervously.

"What kind of test is it?" I asked, curiously.

"Son, I'm not sure you should go to the Academy just yet..." Mother said, worried.

"But it's the only way for me to learn more, and I've already surpassed Sigghfreid in all of his studies." I argued.

"I'll make you a deal... If you can learn to conceal your stats, then I will help you get enrolled into the Magic Academy." Father said, seriously.

"Hunny, are you sure about this?" Mother asked him, even more worried than before.

"He's right. In terms of book smarts, he's already ahead of his peers. The only thing that worries me, is if someone were to see his stats. But if he can conceal them, then I will have no more concerns." Father replied.

"Who will teach him? Concealment magic is a Darkness trait. We do not have the necessary blessing to teach him such a thing." Mother countered.

"Of course we do. Duke Harhrold has the Darkness blessing. He will surely teach him. For the sake of the country, no. For the sake of the world, he will have to." Father said, smugly.

"Haaah... if you are certain, then I won't object. However Abyss, you must promise me that you will always be careful. Your actions represent this family, and this family represents this nation." Mother said, sternly.

"Yes. I understand, Mother. I'll be careful." I agreed.

And I was being honest. The last thing I wanted was to be challenged daily by arrogant assholes, or picked on needlessly. If I managed to enroll into the Academy early, there were sure to be some bullies who would have a problem with it. And it was very likely that my brother would be the ring leader.

'I'll just learn as much as I can, and grow as strong as possible so I can live my desired, peaceful life... Well, hopefully...'