Transmigrated? My Cheat is a Random Dice?!

After a few moments of their sweet bickering, Cassian looked at his wife with a mischievous grin.

"All right, all right, Madam Polaris Master," he teased, voice warm and playful.

"Since he can stand now, why don't you try a little… Polaris Gravity Minus on him? Let him feel what it's like to fly! Maybe then he'll choose the path of a knight!"

At those words, Desmond's tiny body went rigid. Polaris? Gravity Minus? He remembered that power, vividly. The mysterious force he didn't yet understand, the one his mother had used to erase the crushing gravity that had nearly flattened him when he accidentally rolled the die.

Desmond's curiosity burned like a wildfire. How does magic work in this world? What is the system of power in Aerthos? Is there mana, potions, or some sort of spiritual energy?

His mind drifted back to three months ago, to that black die given to him by the System.

When he'd dropped it by accident and it showed the number two, his body had instantly been struck by an overwhelming force, like the world itself was trying to crush him into the ground.

It had been the most excruciating pain he had ever felt. He'd cried helplessly, gasping for help.

Then, his mother had appeared. He could still remember the look of panic on her face as she rushed to him.

He'd seen how heavy her hand looked as she reached for him, like some invisible field was resisting her.

Then, with a clear, determined voice, she spoke a powerful chant:

"Open Polaris Path! Gravity Minus!"

In an instant, the pressure had vanished. His body had felt weightless, like he was floating. Desmond even remembered glimpsing a strange point of light appearing in his mother's chest. Moments later, exhaustion and pain overwhelmed him into unconsciousness.

So, Polaris Path… what was its connection to Gravity Minus? Was it some kind of energy conduit?

Celestine, upon hearing her husband's suggestion, gave a soft, knowing smile.

"I love that idea, my dear. That's a great way to help him practice."

She stepped closer to the crib. With elegant movements, she gently placed her hands on his tiny shoulders, her touch warm and full of motherly love.

Celestine closed her eyes for a moment, her face reflecting deep concentration. She took a slow, steady breath. Then, with a soothing, melodic voice, she uttered the same chant:

"Open Polaris Path, Gravity Minus."

As the words left her lips, Desmond felt a wave of energy, a familiar but still mysterious force, flowing from his mother's hands into his small body.

A tiny silvery light appeared on his chest, pulsing softly like a firefly caught in the night.

His body started to feel lighter, as though gravity itself was loosening its grip on him. That same floating sensation he had once felt returned, filling him with an odd sense of freedom.

"Now, sweetheart, try walking to Daddy," Celestine said, her voice warm with encouragement and hope. She lifted her hands from Desmond's shoulders, giving him space.

Desmond, now lighter than a feather, no longer had to fight to hold himself upright.

He lifted one foot. Then the other. And with surprising ease, he began to walk.

One step. Two steps. Three steps.

He toddled across the small distance toward Cassian, who stood a few meters away with arms outstretched, a bright, beaming smile lighting up his rugged face.

"By the stars! My son is walking! Look at him, Celestine! Our amazing boy is really walking!" Cassian shouted, his voice bursting with pure, overwhelming joy.

He dropped to his knees, catching his son in his strong arms the moment Desmond reached him. Cassian lifted Desmond high into the air, spinning him carefully in a circle.

"My boy! You're going to become someone truly incredible, I just know it! Whether you choose to be the strongest Knight or the greatest Mage, you'll grow up to be someone extraordinary!" Cassian cheered, his laughter ringing through the room like the peal of bells.

Celestine watched the scene unfold with gentle eyes, Her own soft laughter joined Cassian's. Happiness and pride shone clearly on her beautiful face.

Desmond, even though he still felt a spark of frustration over being transmigrated, couldn't help but let a tiny, genuine smile slip onto his lips. This warmth, this love, it was real. It was sincere.

A deep sense of gratitude welled up in his heart.

Thank goodness I hadn't transmigrated into one of those worlds where the protagonist's parents always die tragically, leaving them orphaned and alone, forced to struggle just to survive.

Or worse, thank the stars I wasn't sent to a world where my parents would be cruel, abusive, or completely neglectful.

And most of all, he thought, I'm so glad I didn't end up in some noble family tangled up in endless politics, power struggles, and exhausting cold wars.

No. This family was simple, kind, and full of warmth. And even though they possessed mysterious powers he couldn't yet understand, they used those powers to protect and care for him.

Desmond looked up into his father's smiling face, then over at his mother, who gazed back at him with eyes full of love.

Maybe… just maybe, this transmigration wasn't entirely a curse.

Maybe, in the midst of all his confusion and resentment, he had found something truly precious. A loving family, and a safe home.

At least for now, he would try to adapt, learn as much as he could about this world, and uncover the secrets of the strange die he had.

A die that now lay tucked among his blankets, and a chatty System still lingering in the back of his mind. All of it was now part of the new destiny he had to face.

"Come on, Desmond, say papa!" Cassian urged, eyes wide with hope and excitement.

"Ma!" A tiny, embarrassing sound slipped out of Desmond's mouth before he could stop himself.

Hearing that, Celestine's face lit up with a wide, victorious smile as she quickly took Desmond from Cassian's arms.

"I told you so, Cassian! Our son clearly loves his mother more!" Celestine teased, sticking her tongue out at her husband playfully.

Celestine then turned her soft gaze back down at Desmond. "My child, you will surely grow up to become a Polaris Master."

Cassian stepped closer at those words, his brow furrowing in playful protest. "No, no, no! Our boy is going to become a great knight. Just you wait!"

Desmond could only watch the same familiar argument spark once again before his eyes.

He let out a quiet sigh of relief, realizing deep in his heart that maybe… just maybe… the System had been right about one thing:

That this world might not be as dangerous as he'd feared.