Cursed System-Chapter 48: Hate

RAGNA POV..

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After I officially showed that I could read and write, I practiced it almost every day—at least pretending to—while engraving every bit of my experiments and experience into my mind.

While my family considered me a genius, I knew better than anyone else that it was because of the system and my superhuman physique. My assessment speed had increased more than tenfold and showed no signs of stopping.

Through these continuous boosts and enhancements, I had crossed from a normal human into something closer to a godlike being. My body, mind, and memory had become top-notch, almost like an ascension to a higher being. Memorizing anything placed before me was as easy as a monkey eating a banana, and only needed to see it once to get it correctly. With the system’s abilities, everything I read felt as though I already knew it beforehand, without missing a single word.

Striking the iron while it was still hot, I asked for small books and filled my mind with whatever I found important or interesting enough for me. John and Elina were still on cloud nine and didn’t question me about anything or find my habits unusual.

When the weather finally cleared, Elina decided she couldn’t keep calling the midwife any longer. Instead, she chose to take Oge directly to the clinic rather than wait for a checkup. With all the cold and wind from the previous season, no matter how much effort John and Gustav put into maintaining the house, there were always spots they missed—areas that would inevitably worsen and needed fixing.

Oge had been coughing far too much for Elina not to worry, leaving Gustav with a sense of victory and success firmly within his grasp. Even though he knew that woman was taking her daughter for a medical check, he wasn’t worried in the slightest. His mother had assured him that the poison was a silent killer, unnoticeable unless the victim had been dead for over a month.

Elina didn’t care about the weather anymore. Early in the morning, she took the horse wagon and brought Oge to the southern side of the village of Wortham to meet the midwife. The bad weather had lasted longer than expected, and the accumulated farm work meant everyone needed to help before another season arrived.

She had to bring me along, since the previous incident was still fresh in her mind. After wrapping us in thick blankets, we began our trip to the clinic.

I was genuinely happy—it was the first time I had seen the world beyond our home and farm boundaries. There was so much I could learn from this experience.

Once the village came into view, many of my doubts were cleared. It wasn’t just my family; the entire village looked like something out of early medieval drawings from history books. There was no sign of complex technology. Even a windmill or watermill would have been considered a marvel.

When I asked Elina about the village, she brushed it off, saying I was too young to worry about unimportant things.

Wortham consisted of scattered buildings with wide spaces between them. Not a single structure was made of proper cement stone—only bricks, red or black sand, and wood. There were no paved roads, just bare earth and sand between houses.

From the signs hanging outside the buildings, I could identify different shops: a blacksmith, a tavern, a tailor. Bakeries, however, didn’t need signs. The delicious smell pouring from their chimneys was enough to make anyone passing by drool. Even I found myself daydreaming about a city filled with freshly baked loaves of bread.

When we arrived at the midwife’s clinic, I was surprised. It wasn’t anything like what I had imagined. It didn’t resemble a medical facility at all—it looked more like a house, one three times the size of my parents’. Elina had mentioned several times that it was a clinic, not just a house, even though the midwife lived beside it.

To me, that meant one of two things: either she was wealthy enough to own such land, or my parents were simply poor.

After we parked the wagon, I noticed the door was already open. The moment I stepped inside, the first thing that hit me was the scent—a light medicinal disinfectant smell. Though I wasn’t very familiar with clinics in this life, it was unmistakably familiar from my previous one.

With my heightened senses, I immediately picked up on the strange mixture of odors, the unmistakable atmosphere of a doctor’s medicine room. When my hand touched the massive door leading into a single large hall, I nearly choked.

What I inhaled barely felt like air. It was a thick, toxic blend of herbs and incense.

On the left side was another door, likely leading to additional medical quarters. On the right, my ears twitched as I heard women’s voices. A wide curtain separated the midwife from the patients she was treating.

The rest of the room was filled with wooden benches and chairs, many of them already occupied.

The moment we entered, attention shifted toward us.

People began staring—heated glares and sharp looks. That was when Elina realized she had forgotten to bring a scarf for me. In her rush to get her younger daughter checked, it had slipped her mind.

"Oh, what is that stench? What is a Cursed Child doing here?"

One of the women said with disgust, breaking off from her conversation as her eyes slowly turned toward me.

Elina immediately felt dejected. She was proud of me and hated the idea of hiding her child, but the situation was forcing her hand. It felt like they might even attack me if given the chance.

As the atmosphere shifted, low gasps and scornful gazes filled the room, tightening the air with tension all around us.

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