Math Is Magic Chapter 3: CHAPTER 3: New Body, New Family, New Life

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{ 3 DAYS LATER… } 'Alright, let's try to summarize what I've figured out!' Vector was lying in the cradle, mulling over recent events and, as he did every day, mentally taking stock of the situation. 'It seems I've ended up awakening in the body of a newborn baby. This happened after my death in my old body. So... should I assume I've been reincarnated?!' But even assuming an absurd event like this was true, Vector had no idea how or why it had happened. 'Is there a reasonable explanation behind all this? Or should I just assume it happened purely by chance?' He fell silent for a moment, staring at the starry ceiling and the golden chandeliers above his head. 'Tsk, it doesn't matter!' he finally exclaimed inwardly. 'What's done is done. And frankly, for now, I don't care at all about how I reincarnated. Or even the reason, if there is one. Let's just focus on this life!' However, before he could do so, Vector had made another startling discovery: the memories of his past life were all incredibly vivid! He remembered everything: every step taken, every sneeze, every single face he had encountered. EVERYTHING, down to the smallest details! Even the most distant memories, like the sensation of the amniotic fluid surrounding him when he was still in his mother's womb, were etched in his mind. 'It's nothing short of unsettling…' he reflected, feeling a shiver run down his spine. 'Could it be due to my reincarnation? Well, since I can't explain it now, I'll simply add it to the list of mysteries to solve sooner or later. Then again, if I think about it, this ability might actually come in handy!' This was because, in 65 years, Vector had amassed knowledge in every imaginable field! Since his youth, books had been his only true home. The smell of old paper, the silence broken only by the rustling of pages, felt like a soothing touch to his soul. In short, he had always loved reading books! Even when life forced him to live on the streets, he continued to find refuge among the pages, recovering discarded volumes from passersby or leafing through them quietly in libraries. Those austere places, fragrant with old paper and silence, were his sanctuaries. A place where he could immerse himself in reading without spending a penny. Without the means to obtain a library card, he read books only within the library, trying to remain unnoticed among the tables and shelves. He spent hours and hours leafing through the yellowed pages of old and new editions, until someone noticed his presence and threw him out, annoyed by his smell and unkempt appearance. But Vector never gave up! If he was kicked out of one library, he simply looked for another. If necessary, he even changed cities, hoping to find new books to devour. Moreover, he had been a man who read anything: from literature classics to science, from philosophy to art, from computer science to foreign language books. In short, everything! 'Well, except for math, of course…' he thought, with a tone of self-irony, as if it were common knowledge for the whole world. 'But who cares!' With an eidetic memory that bordered on miraculous, Vector retained every word he read from the almost endless volumes he studied, each page engraved in his mind like an indelible imprint. This granted him constant access to an enormous amount of information, always available for any future need. 'Knowledge is power, isn't it?' With this thought, Vector returned to reflecting on the information he had gathered during that time from the gossip of the maids and butlers working in the royal palace. Apparently, they were all big chatterboxes, who spilled all sorts of secrets to pass the time while completing their tasks. But to Vector, they were nothing more than a rich source of invaluable information! 'As far as I understand, on the same night he was born, the child of this body passed away. The cause of his sudden death appears to have been cardiac arrest. Damn, what a depressing way to go, I must say… Anyway: the n