My ears must have developed because I started to hear things! There was still a massive disconnect between my undeveloped body and my well-aged soul. The two simply refused to acknowledge each other, plus millions of neurons were still being built inside my organic brain that would let me take full control of my body.
I had passed all of the sound that my body was receiving through my Infoscope so that I could filter out the random white noise coming from my mom’s organs. I kept the sound of her heartbeat there, because it kept me relaxed, acting like a soothing background metronome.
I recalled that the Soviet ministry of culture sold vinyl recordings with the sound of a beating heart. According to the note on the cover it was an easy way to relax cranky newborns and even to de-stress adults - a carryover from hearing the mother’s heartbeat in the womb. I wasn’t particularly stressed living inside the womb, but I had to admit to myself that I was definitely starting to feel a little bit lonely. Having nobody to talk to for nearly nine months was wearing on my psyche, no matter how much I convinced myself that I was fine.
When I had fully tuned out the white noise for the first time ever I heard my parents' voices! The [Soul-Song] had translated the words for me instantly, but I had recorded their words regardless using the power of the NeuroVista so that I could manually learn their language later on.
“...to Millizens farm to deal with some pests,” this was definitely my mother, judging by the volume and proximity of the voice.
“Well, take it easy,” the male voice responded, sounding a bit muffled. It was likely my father. "Stay inside the wards and be extra careful... the blood Elks are hunting this month. They nearly drained Joahim Mavison last week!""Oh, is he okay?" Mom inquired with a twinge of annoyance and worry in her voice."He went too far out alone to hunt and got cornered by the herd. He completely ran out of mana, so he had to sacrifice his water-summoning skill!" Dad replied. "He nearly lost an arm chasing them off - the bastards are tough. Thankfully, Tamara was able to sew his wounds shut.""Right," mom sighed. "Don't worry, I know to stay on the paths. I'm not a careless fool like Joahim."
“Our little girl certainly got a good role model!” Dad laughed. “Love you, bundle.”
“I love you too, my bundle.” Mom responded.
I found their pet names rather cute.
Did my parents use some kind of magic to identify my sister earlier while I didn't have an infoscope pointed outside of mom's body or was this future-prediction magic? I knew that future-prediction magic existed because I’ve seen my mom use a very basic [future - seeing - weather] spell to tell the weather. It was her job to take care of the fields and gardens so basic Meteomancy was one of her skills.
My parents will certainly be surprised when my sister will be born with LV3 and I with level 6 or 7, considering that I finally had enough experience to level up to seven. What was experience anyway? How was it stored? I had to look into that.
What if they are able to see a person’s level? That could be a big problem for me.
Considering that I was going to be born in two weeks from now, I had to start working on a mechanism to hide my and my sister's levels asap.
I switched all of my attention to create a [Conceal Level] spell.
. . .
I was identifying various things within the forest next to a field of grains in which my mom was working when I noticed something odd moving in the trees nearby.
A bewildering monstrosity stepped from between the trees and moss-covered boulders.
It was a four meter-tall combination between an elk and a walking tree. It was nothing like the elks of earth. It didn't have a head. Yellow-brown bone-like roots simply emerged out of its neck. Blood-like fluid was suspended within crystal-like tree-leaves and flowers, glittering in the sunlight above the beast.
Mom yelped and retreated away. The elk wasn't alone. An entire herd of them appeared from the forest, facing the ward of the farm that my mom was working on.
[Blood Elk LV 20]