My World Traveling System: The Harbinger of Death

Chapter 2: First World: Terra

Anabelle was peacefully preparing lunch for whenever her mother came back from her shopping in town, she was only nine years old, but was already a splendid chef, and she called her fried eggs as a delicacy… although her mother deep down knew that they were mere fried eggs which she added a bit of pepper and salt.

Nonetheless, she was raised very well by her mother, even without a father, who had died when she was still a baby.

Anabelle and her mother were of the race of Fox beast-kin, descendants of the Beast God Abraddon. In the world of Terra, where she and her mother lived, every race was the children of a god, and they were given the task of inhabiting Terra and bringing it to fruition, to live as they might while coexisting with the precious Nature.

The gods of Terra were very laid back, just as their inhabitants. But such laid-back nature made their control over their children very slim.

Such peace only lasted as much in a few countries, as raging wars and discrimination were bound to happen at some point, and various kingdoms and nations had fallen and risen across the course of history.

Although in the country that they lived in, there was plenty of peace and resources for their inhabitants, the surrounding nations could not help but desire such riches for themselves.

However, Anabelle and her mother were mere townspeople, living in the countryside as farmers.

Could they even care about such a thing if they did not even know about it?

The only issue that she experienced today was… well, a young human boy falling from the sky over the abandoned fields of her backyard.

"Just what was that?! Who is that weird guy over there?! He just fell from the sky!" said little Anabelle, her hair was chestnut and orange-colored, alongside her foxtail and her fox ears atop her head, she was clearly a young Fox beast-kin girl, her adorable voice contrasted with her surprise and horror, her emerald eyes widening as she saw the man that just fell from the sky stand up as if nothing and then… he began to talk with himself as if he were schizophrenic.

"Uwawawah… What is he? Is he… was he dropped by the skies by the gods? He is a god then! …Of course not! He talks like an idiot and he is… Eh? Why is he taking out the old weed there! Hey… Don't do that!"

Although Anabelle wanted to stop Frank, she was too shy to do so, only yelling inside her house, the young man could not hear her as the house was unexpectedly quite soundproof.

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"Wait for a second… I will call mommy! He's just taking out the weed and he's so weak that he takes like four minutes per weed!" said Anabelle, opening the front door, which was at the other side of the house from Frank's perspective, and running away towards town with all of her might and speed given to her through the beast-kin blood.

"Hm? Was that a door closing?" wondered Frank, as he moved such thoughts away, thinking that it was just his imagination and then resuming his harvest.

"Haah… Only five more and I will be done!" he said happily.

Meanwhile, Anabella's mother, Gwendolyn, walked around the streets of the small town of Acacia, located in the surrounding countryside of the large nation of Westwind, one of the few nations that included Beast-kin and other races as citizens.

She often came to the town to buy groceries with the money she had accumulated by selling the crops she planted and farmed in the front yard of her house.

The backyard, the area that Frank was harvesting, was where she planted special aromatic weeds in large batches, which would sell great whenever a merchant caravan came to town, as such weeds were precious and often used for the creation of cosmetics due to their revitalizing capacities and charming scent, which was said to calm all anxieties in a person. Such cosmetics were ideal for aristocrats that were always nervous doing much paperwork and maintaining the country.

Gwendolyn resembled Anabelle, but as a mature woman, with chestnut and orange-colored hair, a long and fluffy fox tail, and long fox ears atop her head. She had a charming and youthful beauty, and her hips were wide and provoking, while her bouncy chest was awe-inspiring.

"A dozen of eggs, check. A kilogram of potatoes… check. Bread, check… Hm? What more? Ah, milk! Anabelle is just growing. Oh my, this little girl has been asking me for pancakes for a while, it would be a nice breakfast for tomorrow" thought Gwendolyn with a happy smile, going towards the milk seller, who was a young Raccoon Beast-kin cow at his side.

"Fresh milk, fresh milk! Get your fresh milk, only one bronze coin for two liters!" said the man, twisting his raccoon ears.

Gwendolyn reached the man as she then noticed another stall at the man's side… there, there was a girl selling milk as well. But there was no cow.

The girl was also a beast-kin, she had a larger and seemingly stronger body. Her size almost reached two meters, but she had a shy expression on her face. Although she was rather beautiful, nonetheless. Her biggest asset and the one that every man walking by noticed were her enormous… breasts. And the horns on her head.

"Excuse me sir, but who is she? She didn't bring a cow and she's selling milk… is she working for you?" asked Gwendolyn.

"Ah! So you noticed, missy. No, that girl over there is a Minotaur! She is selling her own milk. You see, after the war, there is a lot of single mothers… And the young missy has to somehow feed her kids, milk alone will not do anymore… so she is selling her own as long as she can produce it… I, honestly, am not too fond of Minotaur milk, and it feels quite weird to drink it knowing that it comes from a person… But that is just me, I have seen a lot of thirsty old men buying her milk already! Imagine their faces! I bet they were thirsting for something else, heh," said the Raccoon man while resting his arm on his cow.

"I-I see… well, I'll buy two liters of your cow milk," said Gwendolyn with a mild smile.

"Alrighty! Just because you preferred my milk, I will give you both bottles for one bronze coin, missy! How is that? Promise me to buy again on my stall next time too and it's a deal!" said the Raccoon man.

"Oh? Alright then, fufu, you are quite the good merchant, aren't you?" said Gwendolyn, grabbing the two bottles of milk and saving them inside her leather bag while giving the coin to the man.

"Thanks, missy!" said the Raccoon man, resting once again on the cow.

Gwendolyn, however, walked towards the Minotaur girl, who was seemingly in her eighteens or a bit older. She seemed rather depressed although she was a beauty.

She sighed every thirty seconds, even though she had been doing well, she seemed to be very embarrassed in selling her own milk to gain money… it seemed to be quite the taboo amongst Minotaur, but because there were not many Minotaur around, she has not been called out by her own tribe yet.

"Excuse me…" muttered Gwendolyn with a gentle voice.

"Hm? Ah, yes miss! Do you want some… milk? They say that Minotaur milk is more nutritious than Cow Milk! And I am giving two liters for one bronze coin! If you are raising a child, it's the perfect drink so they can grow big and strong!" said the girl, completely changing her expression and becoming playful, faking her own sadness behind a smile.

"No… I've come to offer you something else, my dear," said Gwendolyn with a gentle smile.

"Huh? Wait… are you from that brothel, perhaps? I already told them that I won't go to work there! I have my own kids to raise! And I am also married to my man! Even if… Even if he died, I won't go work my body for a few coins!" said the Minotaur girl, exploding in anger.

"W-Wait, my dear… That's not it. Have you looked for another type of work? I can offer you some coins in exchange for taking care of my crops, well, I will help you out as well. I see that you're big and strong, you would be perfect for the job!" said Gwendolyn.

"…Eh? F-Farming? Like harvesting?" asked the Minotaur girl.

"That's right! How about it?" asked Gwendolyn.

"I-I… Well, that sounds… nice. It is better than selling my milk… I am sorry for my rudeness before, missy, what is your name? My name is Cathyl, by the way" said the Minotaur girl, her glossy chocolate-skin shining brightly with today's sunlight, her hair was blonde, and her horns were dark-colored reaching almost ten centimeters each, ending in a very pointy tip. Starting from her knees, she had the legs of cows, which were covered in dark fur. Her body was rather big and muscular, but there was also some slimness and a clear lack of nutrition too. In a few weeks, if she does not feed herself properly, she might end up becoming weaker.

"Cathyl! My name is Gwendolyn, it is nice to meet you at… Would you like to come to my house? At the countryside of the town, by walking straight through the road upwards," said Gwendolyn with a gentle smile.

"I… Well, I have sold most of the milk… So, why not? Missy, I still can't believe that you want me to work as a farmer!" said Cathyl with shining eyes, she was a very na?ve girl, accepting Gwendolyn's offer without questioning much at all… Gwendolyn knew that she would have to teach this girl a lot about the world.

Cathyl saved the bottles inside the wooden box, which she carried around with her with ease due to her superhuman strength natural of Minotaur. The two mothers walked back to Gwendolyn's house, and through the road, they saw a little fox girl running towards them.

"Mommyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! There is a weird human that fell from the sky! I am not lying! I saw it with my very two eyes! He's taking out all the Aromatic Weed that you will sell for winter!"

"Oh, she's cute, is she your daughter?" asked Cathyl, shamelessly grabbing Annabelle with her arms.

"Uwah! And who are you?!" she asked.

"Hi, I will be working on your farm from now on!" said Cathyl.

"Wait, that's not the point! There is a human in the backyard! A human!!!" shouted Annabelle.

"A human? It most likely a thief! He probably knows how valuable the weed is! Alright, let us go there! Cathyl, take care of my daughter!" said Gwendolyn, as Cathyl followed her from behind.

"Speed Enhancement! Magic Enhancement! FireBall!" said Gwendolyn, suddenly conjuring three spells and enhancing her capabilities as she rushed towards her backyard.

"Uwah! Your mother is super-fast, what the hell?! And she can use magic too?!" asked Cathyl, trying to follow with Gwendolyn's speed.

"That's mommy for you! She used that strength to protect me when I was a baby!" said Annabelle with pride.

Gwendolyn rushed towards the stranger, Frank… who had just taken out the last weed, saving it inside his Inventory function, which he had just recently discovered.

"Haah… done! Now, System, give me the quest rewards-"

"Hey you, stand right there!" roared Gwendolyn, pointing the fireball floating atop the palm of her hand towards Frank!

"…Eh?"

Frank was frozen, a woman appeared out of nowhere carrying a… fireball in her hand?

"M-Missy? Do you need something?" asked Frank with a bit of concern.

"Where are my weeds? What did you do to them? Give them back and I won't burn you to death!" said Gwendolyn.

"…W-Wait a second! I can explain it! I'll give it back, I'll give it back!" said Frank, opening his inventory and throwing it all to Gwendolyn's feet.

"What? Is that… Space Attribute Magic? Just who are you?!" asked Gwendolyn with even more fierceness in her eyes.

"I… well…"

Frank needed to formulate some kind of story behind him that could not simply reveal that he came from another world through incredibly ridiculous means such as being struck by lightning with his phone in his hand!

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