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The days passed with Eman gradually adjusting to his new life. The woman, whose name he learned was Amanda, continued to care for him with the same warmth and affection. Her daily routine fascinated him. She would wake up early, let him bottles of milk, and then head out to the farm. Eman spent his days exploring the limited confines of his crib, listening to the sounds of farm life, and watching Amanda whenever she was around.

He observed that Amanda was not just beautiful but incredibly hardworking. Despite her modest attire and the visible wear and tear of her clothes, she always had a smile on her face. Eman admired her resilience and felt a growing desire to protect and support her in the future.

One day, while Amanda was outside, Eman managed to pull himself up to a standing position by holding onto the side of his crib. The effort was exhausting, but it gave him a better view of the room. It was simple yet cozy, with wooden furniture and handmade decorations.

There was a fireplace in one corner, and shelves filled with various jars and trinkets lined the walls. The scent of herbs and freshly baked bread lingered in the air.

Eman's attention was drawn to a window gap through which he could see a portion of the outside world. Fields of green stretched out, dotted with patches of cultivated land and grazing animals. He saw other people working in the fields, their laughter and conversations carrying on in the breeze.

His curiosity grew stronger each day. He longed to be outside, to explore this new world and learn more about it. But for now, he is confined to his crib, his body too weak to venture out on its own.

That evening, as Amanda returned from the fields, she brought with her a small, glowing orb. He remembered the first time he saw it. It was magical. It's a magic tool that lights up whenever the area is getting dark. There were no batteries and no intricate mechanisms. It just lights up.

Magic was real in this world, and he could see it firsthand. His determination to learn and grow stronger intensified. If magic was possible, then there was a chance he could learn it too. He just needed to be patient.

That night, as he lay in his crib, Eman dreamed of the future. He imagined himself growing up, learning to use magic. The path ahead was uncertain, but for the first time in a long while, he felt hopeful. He was given a second chance, and he was determined to make it count.

A year had passed since Eman had been reborn into this new world. His body, though still that of a child, had grown stronger. He could now easily pull himself up and stand inside his crib, a far cry from his initial helplessness. His curiosity gnawed at him daily, but so did the frustration. Being confined to this tiny body felt like a cage within a cage.

He was an adult trapped in the helplessness of infancy, a maddening limitation that made each small achievement feel monumental. He needed to see the world outside his small wooden prison.

One morning, driven by this insatiable curiosity, he decided to escape his confines. He managed to place his right leg on top of the crib and, with considerable effort, forced his body up and over the edge. However, in his excitement, he miscalculated the height and fell to the ground with a thud. The impact was jarring, and he winced in pain as bruises formed on his tender skin.

"Damn, that hurts," he mumbled softly to himself. His body protested, each bruise and scrape a reminder of how weak he still was, but his determination burned brighter. Pain was nothing compared to the burning desire to escape, to explore, to grow. This was his chance, and nothing—certainly not this feeble body—would stop him.

Eman gritted his teeth, pushing through the pain. In my old life, I might have given up, he thought. But not here. Not now. Every obstacle is a chance to prove I deserve this second life.

He began to baby-crawl towards the door, his heart pounding as if he had drunk several cups of coffee. This was his first real adventure since his reincarnation, and he felt a mix of excitement and fear.

When he reached the door, he realized the handle was far out of his reach. He felt a wave of defeat wash over him. He tried to stand up and reach the handle, banging on the door in frustration. Just as he was about to give up, he felt the door move. His happiness surged back, but before he could react, the door slowly creaked open, and he fell forward, unable to catch himself.

As he lay on the floor, he pulled himself up into a sitting position and felt the fresh air hit his face and body. He inhaled deeply, the scent of fresh earth, cut grass, and something sweet—flowers?—filling his tiny lungs.

The wind tousled his hair as the warmth of the sun caressed his skin for the first time. It was a world of life and light, so different from the confines of his crib. When he opened his eyes, he saw a vast field stretching out before him, its end nowhere in sight. Workers dotted the landscape, their laughter and shouts carried by the wind.

His eyes widened as he noticed the workers using magical powers and enhanced physical abilities. Some plowed the soil with a wave of their hands, while others planted crops with incredible speed. Some even used their super strength to handle multiple tools simultaneously, plowing several lanes of soil at once. Eman's heart pounded with excitement as he wondered what abilities he might possess when he grew up.

He noticed one worker conjuring water from thin air to irrigate a patch of crops, while another seemed to accelerate the growth of seedlings with a soft, green glow emanating from their hands. The diversity of magical abilities on display was staggering, hinting at a complex system of skills and affinities.

Eman felt a mix of awe and frustration. Despite his earlier attempts, he still couldn't access any magical abilities himself. But seeing these workers effortlessly manipulating the elements gave him hope. One day, he thought, I'll be able to do that too. I just need to figure out how.

Without realizing it, he had started to crawl forward again, now at the edge of the wooden stairs leading down from the house.