Toma: Reincarnated as the Knight's Adopted Son

Chapter 2

This story is a work of fiction.

The characters, organizations, and names appearing in this story are entirely fictional and have no connection to real-world people or entities.

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Chapter 2: The Slave's Child@@@@

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I can’t move...

I understood my current situation.

It seems I have been reincarnated as the child of a slave.

A ragged woman was trying to feed me milk, but it was clear she was severely emaciated, and there was barely any milk.

I was desperately sucking, but hardly any milk came out. Sucking was using up energy, and my hunger was growing. This was bad.

On the right side of this mother's chest, there was a star-shaped mark. It was quite faint, but as I desperately tried to drink the milk, I kept staring at that mark.

Well, I was in immediate danger. If I couldn’t get any milk, I wouldn't be able to survive. What should I do? What can I do?

"I'm sorry I can't give you more milk..."

The woman, who I assumed was my mother, was on the verge of tears, apologizing to me.

Her words were filled with love for me. In my previous life, my parents were awful, but it seemed I had found a good mother in this life.

Still, my hunger was unbearable. If I didn’t do something about this, I would really die. I’d be stuck before I even had the chance to level up.

“Aww, aww, I’m so hungry...”

At this rate, I was really going to die. I had to figure out how to break out of this situation.

Then, I remembered.

The skill, Transformation.

[Transformation: Level 1 – Transforms one material into another substance.]

Could I use this skill to create food?

And again, I lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, my mother had eaten the meat.

Hey, come on...

“Owa owa owa (That’s mine...)”

Then it hit me.

I was a baby. Even if I ate the meat, how would I chew it without any teeth?

This time, I’d turn the straw into milk.

I was so hungry...

Wait a minute...? Even if I turned the straw into milk, how would I drink it?

The milk would just soak into the ground. Even if I managed to transform the straw into milk in a bottle, I was too small to hold the bottle.

“Awaaa... (This is impossible...)”

“You’re hungry, aren’t you?”

My mother tried to breastfeed me again.

Of course, she didn’t have much milk, but I sucked anyway to alleviate my hunger, even if only a little.

Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck.

Huh? Wait... Is there more milk coming out than usual?

Whoa! Milk is actually coming out!

I desperately drank the milk.

I was still hungry, but I felt a bit of happiness, as though I had come back to life.

It was that meat!

Because my mother ate the meat, she was able to produce more milk!

Indirectly, this had helped me deal with my hunger.

It wasn’t quite enough yet, but if I kept feeding my mother, she’d get more nutrients, and in turn, that would extend my survival!

From that day onward, every time I woke up, I transformed the straw into meat or fish and fed my mother.

Day by day, my mother’s health improved. Her milk production increased, and so did the amount she could give me.