Another World Reincarnation Chronicle

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“Already done this several times.” Regan’s words slipped out, revealing his hidden desire to return to the Celestial Realm even after settling here.

For a brief moment, the enormous blueprints hanging in his workshop flashed before my eyes. Countless traces marked the once pristine drawings. With the passage of time, Regan’s face was surely decorated with more and more wrinkles alongside the evidence of countless revisions.

“Regan.”

“What is it?”

“How many wizards from the Celestial Realm have settled here?”

“Well… the last time I checked, there were probably five… and with you, that makes six.”

“What do they usually do?”

“Not sure. They all seem pretty busy…”

And so, I continued walking with Regan, engaging in various small talk. He moved down the pitch-black passage as if he were familiar with it. His movements were imbued with a skill honed over many years.

As we traversed the dark corridor, I sensed a faint presence ahead, and then a man holding a bright light staggered into view.

“Hey, isn’t that Regan?”

Seeing him dressed similarly to Regan, it appeared he was another maintenance staff member. The man quickly approached, waving with a friendly face.

“Good to see you, Barry.”

“What brings you to this area? Why aren’t your lights on? Have you gotten lost?”

“Me? No way… I’m just on my way to return some pipes.”

“Ah…”

Nodding at Regan’s response, Barry turned his head slightly to regard me. I could tell through his exaggerated gaze that he had taken quite a liking to me.

“Who’s that kid…?”

“My successor. I’m not getting any younger, you know.”

“Oh, I see! He looks quite young…”

“He really is. Don’t think too much about it.”

“What do you mean by ‘think too much’…? How do you see me?”

Regan brushed past Barry, who waved his hands in denial. Following behind him, Barry spoke urgently.

“Wait, what’s your name…?”

Regan glanced down at me as if to indicate for me to handle it myself. I flashed a light smile and introduced myself so that Barry would take a liking to me as much as possible.

“I’m Seris. Nice to meet you.”

“Ah, uh… yeah…”

Chances were high that I wouldn’t see Barry again after today. I averted my gaze from the dazed Barry and hurried along behind Regan.

Once we were sufficiently far from Barry, Regan murmured in a low voice.

“You seemed familiar with him… did you spend a lot of time together?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“… Never mind.”

Regan and I had to pass by a fair number of maintenance staff as we headed toward Trevel’s center. Each one greeted Regan warmly, showing he managed his social connections quite well.

The maintenance staff expressed deep interest in me. Some offered snacks, while others asked for my address.

Despite wearing loose and dirty work clothes, the attention felt somewhat burdensome, and I let out a light sigh, shaking my head.

After some time, we exited the long corridor to reveal a spacious area. Unlike the dark passageway, this place was bright with lights.

There was a small break room for staff, and nearby stood a wizard, clad in ceremonial robes, wearing a bored expression.

For some reason, he looked familiar. As I squinted at him, trying to place his face, the wizard noticed me and initiated a conversation.

“What in the world…?”

“Came to return some pipes.”

“Returning pipes? Do you know this is the third time I’m changing pipes that need replacing once a year?”

“I guess there are quite a few defective pipes among the new ones.”

“Sigh… You’re not planning to start inspecting those again, are you?”

Regan silently nodded at the man’s question. At that moment, the man’s gaze shifted toward me, hidden behind Regan.

“Why did you bring him along? Do you think this is a museum? The number of tourists keeps increasing.”

Frowning at Regan’s response, the man rubbed his temples. He let out a small sigh, took out a clipboard, and scribbled something in tiny letters. Then he tore off a small piece of paper and handed it to Regan.

“Here’s a twenty-minute access pass. I can’t give you more than this.”

“Today’s pass is particularly short…”

“Upper management mentioned these issued access times are too long. This is the best I could do.”

Regan frowned at the man’s response and fell silent. After staring at Regan’s unsatisfied expression for a while, the man sighed and continued speaking.

“How long are you going to cling to that weird thing? With your skills, you could be an official wizard. Instead…”

“Not interested.”

“Geez…”

The man stopped talking to Regan. It seemed this had happened several times before. The two men appeared well accustomed to this situation.

“I’ll come out on time.”

Regan walked past the man, opened a large door, and stepped inside. I quickly followed behind him. Once the door shut and we walked down a bright corridor for a while, I turned to Regan and asked.

“Who was that?”

“My disciple, Daemon.”

“Is it okay for a disciple to treat his mentor like that?”

“Well, to be precise, he’s more like a son I’ve raised. I picked him up from the streets and helped him get a decent job…”

“Sounds like he’s experiencing a late-blossoming adolescence.”

“Adolescence? Well…”

Regan chuckled lightly at my response.

Continuing along the narrow, bright corridor, Regan stopped in front of a large door.

“Normally, I’d throw the pipes in here and head out immediately, but…”

“Since I have the access pass, I can go elsewhere, right?”

“That’s correct.”

Regan opened the door and placed the broken pipes he had damaged inside. A quick glance around revealed various objects aside from the pipes.

It looked like a storage area for items that had been returned after being damaged.

“Alright, time’s limited. We should hurry.”

“Uh, sure.”

Regan walked without hesitation, as if he was familiar with the layout of the place. He traversed along a long corridor, climbed some stairs, and continued walking down another passage.

Occasionally, wizards glanced over at us, but it seemed they weren’t overly concerned. Rather, they looked at me with intrigue rather than at Regan.

After some time, as we ascended a long staircase, we emerged from the narrow passage into a large corridor encircled by massive pillars.

“What do you think? Do you see anything?”

I swallowed hard at Regan’s question and walked slowly toward the end of the corridor. Beyond the iron railing, a colossal presence curled within a giant pillar.

I recognized it immediately. That was the Core of Mana responsible for Trevel.

“This is…”

Its arms and legs barely retained their form. There was no place that could be called a face. You couldn’t call a place without eyes, nose, or mouth a face.

It fundamentally resembled a human fetus, yet monster characteristics were sporadically visible throughout its body. Moreover, angelic wings sprouted from its back.

It was something unfinished, an incomplete being without even a semblance of self.

As I looked at the curled presence in the pillar, various descriptors flooded my mind. At that moment, my eyes started to burn with heat. Inspiration struck suddenly. Merely facing the being within the pillar sent waves of knowledge crashing over me.

I clutched my throbbing head and asked Regan.

“Hey, Regan. Does Trevel have a religion?”

“Yeah, there’s a religion that worships a god named Beyant.”

Without a doubt, this was a god. An artificially created false god. Existing yet not existing, a shapeless belief given form through the power of mana, assigned a name for identity. A faith that should have scattered aimlessly turned divine, giving birth to a colossal presence.

“What kind of god is Beyant?”

“It’s a god related to magic, as it’s worshipped by wizards… but I don’t know the details since I’m not that interested; I do know it uses mana instead of divine power.”

I gaped at Regan’s words. This was already a form of magic. A colossal group known as Trevel was utilizing it collectively.

“Can you see anything? To my eyes, it just looks like bright light…”

It seemed Regan couldn’t see the presence. I rubbed my burning eyes and replied,

“I saw it. I know how it was created. And I also know how to create it.”

“Oh, really?”

Regan’s voice rose with excitement at my answer, but then he seemed to recall that we were inside Trevel and lowered his tone.

Hanging onto the railing, I asked Regan.

“Is there a way to get a closer look?”

“Um, that’s impossible. This is the maximum range we can access.”

“Um…”

Time was slipping away quickly. I wanted to gaze at that being, the unfinished god, a bit longer but had no choice but to exit Trevel as the access pass time was nearing its end.

As I walked alongside Regan, I continually pondered. I had figured out how to create the Core of Mana and draw out its presence. However, the most crucial part—bestowing it with a presence—remained a problem. Would it be possible to create a religion like the wizards of Trevel did? That felt nearly impossible.

I needed a target with a massive presence while also providing continuous mana. As I exited Trevel’s center and walked through the dark corridor, a nightmare shifted in the bag behind me.

It was in that moment that I remembered the existence of an item I had forgotten. Immediately after escaping a dangerous situation in Greenfall, I had stuffed it into my bag and then completely forgotten about it. Since I no longer needed to rely on others’ powers, I hadn’t bothered to look for it.

There it was. Surprisingly close at hand.

Upon returning to Regan’s workshop, I hurriedly pulled two magic books from my bag. The books, bound with chains that blocked mana, appeared to be just ordinary tomes on the surface.

“That book…!”

Regan gasped, terrified upon seeing what I had pulled out. He immediately channeled mana, adopting a combat-ready stance.

“Do you know what that is?”

“… You’re not, by chance, a dark mage?”

“Did I look like one?”

“Um…”

Ignoring Regan, I set the books down. My head was racing. I didn’t have time to waste explaining details to him.

“It’s just a book I stumbled upon by chance. For now, could you bring me a lot of mana stone powder?”

“Mana stone powder…?”

I began to draw a giant magic circle using the mana stone powder Regan handed me. Following the form I had seen in Trevel but modifying the letters to activate a stronger restraining effect.

This was a magic circle to capture an entity that, while unstable and without self-awareness, approached the existence of a god. Capturing demons that had revealed their presence through magic books would be a simple task.

Additionally, more preparations were needed. I had to ensure the demons couldn’t unilaterally close the pathway.

One alone might not suffice. But that was alright. I had two magic books. If one wasn’t enough, I could use another.