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Chapter 9 - Ch. 9 changes-2

By the time I turned four, I had already completed multiple system tasks and accumulated a steady amount of D&D points.

While other children my age were just beginning to speak clearly, I had already moved far beyond that level.

My goal was simple—learn at the level of a six-year-old… while appearing completely normal.

I focused on two paths: knowledge and physical development.

For knowledge, I carefully followed a structured approach.

I mastered basic language early—

understanding full sentences, forming clear thoughts, and controlling my speech to match a normal child's pace. Reading simple storybooks became easy, and I could recognize most common words without effort.

Mathematics became my silent advantage.

Counting beyond 100, basic addition and subtraction, and even simple pattern recognition—these were things a six-year-old would learn. For me, it was already routine.

I also trained my memory and thinking.

Remembering sequences, identifying patterns, and predicting small daily events—like when my parents would return or how long tasks would take. These exercises sharpened my mind without drawing attention.

At the same time, I developed awareness.

Observing people, understanding emotions, and analyzing behavior. It wasn't just about knowledge—it was about understanding the world.

For physical development, I kept everything natural.

Running, balancing, climbing small objects—activities that looked like play, but were actually controlled training. My body became stronger, faster, and more coordinated than other children my age.

All of this progress was guided by my system.

[System Interface]

Completed Tasks:

✔ Learn basic vocabulary (100+ words)

✔ Understand full sentence communication

✔ Count from 1 to 100+

✔ Perform basic addition and subtraction

✔ Recognize alphabet and simple words

✔ Improve memory (object & pattern recall)

✔ Daily physical training (balance & movement)

✔ Observation training (environment & people)

Rewards Earned:

+120 D&D Points

+1 Passive Skill: Enhanced Memory (Beginner)

+1 Passive Skill: Basic Body Coordination

Active Tasks:

☐ Read beginner-level storybook independently

☐ Solve 2-step math problems

☐ Improve reaction speed through play

☐ Maintain "normal child" behavior (Hidden Task)

Everything was progressing smoothly.

At this rate, reaching the level of a normal six-year-old before I even turned five… was only a matter of time.

And yet—

That was still far from enough.

As for the shop… it was still locked.

To unlock it, I needed a total of 500 D&D points.

Five hundred.

Even after completing multiple tasks and saving carefully, I wasn't even close yet.

A truly stingy system.

It gives rewards in drops… but demands a mountain in return.

Still, complaining was pointless.

If the system set the price, then all I could do was reach it—step by step, task by task.

After all… a locked shop only means one thing.

Whatever lies inside… is worth it.

It is already evening as I said tomorrow is my 4 th birthday so to company me my parents are come with me to park

But because of society people don't like them so they told their children to don't play with me to make my parents feel guilty And remorsefull for their decision but as adult mind set I ingore this

Seeing their schemes don't affect me they still grit their teeth in secret

But because of their actions my parents began to feel bad about me to don't have any friend from peers watching them in worry and frown on their faces my heart ache so I began to use my ultimate weapon baby cuteness and behave like a small adult in front of them to don't worry about them I don't need snnobish and annoying brats to play seeing this and watching me how I care about them they hugged me

The park… was louder than expected.

Children running, shouting, arguing over swings like it was some kind of battlefield.

Honestly… exhausting.

I stood there quietly, holding my parents' hands, observing the chaos like a retired general watching rookie soldiers.

And then—

Trouble found me.

A group of kids, slightly older—maybe five or six—approached with that classic "we run this place" attitude.

Leader type stepped forward.

"You can't play here," he declared.

Ah. Territorial behavior.

Primitive… but common.

I tilted my head, blinking slowly like a confused child.

"Why?" I asked, voice soft and harmless.

He puffed his chest. "Because we said so."

Strong argument. Truly unmatched logic.

Before I could respond, one of the other kids tried to show off by climbing the ladder to the slide… and immediately got stuck halfway.

"…Help," he whispered.

I stared.

The leader stared.

The entire group stared.

…This was their elite squad?

I sighed internally.

Walking over, I casually pointed at his foot. "Wrong side."

He blinked. "Huh?"

I gently tapped the correct step.

"Use this. Balance first. Then climb."

Simple.

Basic.

Something even a toddler with common sense could figure out.

He tried again… and this time, he climbed up successfully.

The group went silent.

The leader looked at me. Then at his friend. Then back at me.

Suspicion detected.

"Did you already come here before?" he asked.

Danger level: mild.

I immediately switched modes.

Clap clap.

"Wowww!" I said in full baby voice. "You did it!"

Overacting? Yes.

Necessary? Also yes.

The tension broke.

The kid on top of the slide grinned proudly, completely forgetting my involvement.

Crisis avoided.

But then—

New problem.

Another child challenged me. "Can you count to 20?"

…Seriously?

I looked at him.

Then slowly raised my fingers.

"One… two… three…"

I deliberately paused, "forgot" after ten, and started giggling.

Standard child behavior.

Expectation lowered.

Threat level eliminated.

Meanwhile, my parents were watching everything from a distance.

I could feel their confusion.

"Was that luck… or…"

No.

Don't think too much.

Just your average cute child surviving park politics.

In the end, I didn't make friends.

But I didn't need to.

I had something better—

Control.

And as I returned to my parents, slightly dusty and pretending to be tired, they smiled again.

Relieved.

Happy.

Mission complete.

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