Another World Reincarnation Chronicle

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In a fleeting moment, dozens of exchanges took place in the workshop. Skasha’s physical form, made of dragon bones, made his attacks extremely threatening.

As his sharp claws brushed against my shoulder, the golden scales that covered him peeled away and flew off. Most of the impact was absorbed by the golden dragon’s body, but my stability was still shaken. I regained my balance using my elongated tail and swung my sword.

Ka-kaang-!

I blocked, parried, and slashed. The golden scales that had fallen away flew back to my body, restoring their original form.

Skasha was no different. With each of his dozens of attacks, cracks formed in the dragon bones that made up his body, causing small fragments to break away, but the ominous mana pouring from him rapidly restored his physical form.

Physically, I was at a slight disadvantage. If I could use magic, I could compensate to some extent, but for now, I had to hold my breath and regain my mana to prepare a powerful blow.

[For a dragon, he’s a bit small.]

While I strained to fight, Skasha’s voice dripped with ease. He pushed me back slightly and spread his massive hands wide.

His eyes, transcending humanity and nearing that of a dragon, sensed the abnormal flow of mana. As if to announce the casting of a powerful spell, mana quickly gathered beneath the ground.

The moment I sensed the ominous aura, I leapt into the sky. At that moment, a giant monster’s skull shot up from beneath the earth. It opened its massive mouth wide, as if to swallow everything that existed on the surface, causing cold sweat to trickle down my back.

Quad-dudeg-!

The undead remnants scattered around—soil, rock, and debris—were sucked into that mouth. The skull that had devoured everything slowly melted away, disappearing into the ominous mana as if it had fulfilled its role.

[What a shame. I wanted to move it to my territory together with you.]

Watching that scene, a sinister smile spread across Skasha’s face. The moment my feet touched the ground again, his second spell was activated.

The form of the magic was familiar. Binding of the soul, redistribution of mana, restoration of the body, enhancement, etc. Various spells mixed together, and thousands of undead emerged from beneath the ground.

The number exceeded thousands. Even after summoning that many undead with a single necromancy, the mana flowing from Skasha showed no sign of depleting.

[Let’s wrap this up.]

Silently, I raised my sword. In my right hand, the golden sword; in my left, the fire dragon sword. The ice dragon sword hovering behind me spun endlessly, supplying me with mana.

[Go.]

At Skasha’s gesture and command, the thousands of undead began to move. A tide of corpses, devoid of even the faintest breath. Death, now in a definite form, began to flood in.

I rushed forward, swiftly swinging the swords in both hands. The two swords drew wide arcs, sweeping away dozens of skeletons.

At that moment, there came a loud clang! as a knight appeared to block my sword. Not a lowly undead like a skeleton, but a death knight made of thoroughly crafted armor. Five death knights arose to block my path.

Swaach-!

Five rapid strikes zipped by. Yet, I ignored them. The armor shaped like a golden dragon was robust enough that it wouldn’t be pierced by a death knight’s strikes.

Kakang-!

The five strikes that slammed into my back and arms sparkled brilliantly before sliding off. In that instant, a golden flash fell from the sky.

Kwaang-!

The fallen flash shattered the death knight’s arm. Yet, the golden flash did not end there. It continued to pour down like rain and began to obliterate the advancing wave of undead around me.

Kwaga-gaga-gak-!

Leaving just enough gold to protect the core of mana and rain, I transformed the bodies of all the golden dragons into the form of swords. I unleashed a bombardment from the sky.

The undead were swept away by the golden bombardment falling down. Skasha, watching that scene, used necromancy once more to summon a massive horde of undead.

Frowning, I brought my stance to a stop. Controlling over ten thousand golden swords was no simple task. My head throbbed, and I attempted meticulous control of each sword.

Swords embedded in the ground lifted again, smashing through the bodies of newly emerged undead. The golden radiance drifting in the air twisted and coiled around me like a long Eastern dragon.

Thus, the storm of golden swords was completed. Skasha’s mana began to deplete rapidly. It was evidently due to the wasted mana from his continued necromancy.

In contrast, my mana was recovering quickly. The power of the greed-infused golden fragrance was not derived from the consumption of mana.

Kiiing-!

At that moment, my heart’s circle emitted a harsh whirring sound, as if signaling that I had fulfilled the conditions to use magic I had been waiting for.

Preparation was complete. The bare minimum for finishing him off. Without hesitation, I thrust the golden sword I held into the ground.

At that moment, the storm of golden swords soaring in the air descended rapidly around me.

Kaga-gaga-gak-!

It seemed Skasha finally sensed my sudden change. A light burst from his eyes, as he began to swirl mana near him as if plotting something.

However, it was too late. This time, I was faster.

The target was singular; I ignored the rapidly advancing legion of undead and formed a pact with both hands. As sharp golden claws interlocked, the spell was completed.

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Manifestation of the Inner World

Festival of the Stars

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As I stepped forward, the ground beneath me disappeared. The undead pouring in from all directions and the myriad golden swords began to melt away.

When everything had vanished, all that remained was darkness—nothingness.

In that moment, as the black void was formed, a new birth began.

A small explosion of starlight. Nebulae scattered in all directions, the emergence of a long-stretched Milky Way. When dozens, if not hundreds, of stars revealed themselves, I stood over them, gazing down at Skasha.

[This is…]

At that moment, Skasha looked up at me. As if he knew exactly where I was.

[Ha, ha ha… Is this your world?]

Skasha’s voice broke upon the airwaves. I said nothing, merely raised my hand towards him.

At that moment, the surrounding stars began to move. As they swapped places, one star ascended, and from within it, a man emerged.

His face, barely recognizable, was shrouded in mist. However, the weapon he wielded was unmistakable. A great sword the size of an adult man’s radiated an inexplicable blue light.

[This is interesting…]

An unavoidable certainty. The only thing capable of smashing the mage’s inner world is the manifestation of an inner world under equal conditions. Skasha, surely a mage himself, should be able to summon his inner world. Yet he did nothing.

Despite being in a favorable situation, the ominousness did not dissipate. I frowned.

[The realization of a non-existent illusion. The embodiment of mystery. Truly, this is magic.]

At the moment Skasha’s words ended, the man holding the great sword moved. He surged forward in a straight line, swinging the great sword to send Skasha flying upwards. As he did so, a radiant light poured from the great sword.

Kaaang-!

Following that light, the forms of swords began to spread widely. As dozens of swords enveloped Skasha in green light, the man’s movements commenced.

Swaach-!

The man began to move as if becoming one with the dozens of swords. He whisked light-like shimmers from sword to sword, slashing at the speed of light. The moment dozens of strikes ravaged Skasha’s body, his sturdy form shattered, and the ominous mana began to scatter.

Kaaang-!

With a final blow, Skasha’s head was obliterated. Among the crumbling white bone fragments, only the form of his mana remained.

Storm Style – Supremacy of the Unsheathed Blade

The dark form of mana began to gradually vanish. Even as Skasha disappeared, he continued to gaze at me. Again and again, as if to engrave my figure in his mind.

I nonchalantly looked down at that gaze and turned away. At that moment, my inner world began to disperse. The maximum time allowed for its manifestation had elapsed, and it was collapsing.

Countless stars began to explode alongside the crumbling inner world. With the death of a star came the birth of innumerable nebulae. When the shimmering light filled the black void of space, I found myself back in my original location.

The collapsed abandoned mine and the countless traces of undead scattered around, surrounded by golden swords that sparkled like they were celebrating my victory.

I retrieved the numerous swords embedded in the ground and made my way towards the floating airship. Since the hull had been transformed into golden swords, only a small portion remained afloat.

As the numerous golden swords began to melt and revert to the shape of the airship, the dragon-shaped armor that had been covering my body followed suit.

Was it because I had been wearing the armor that restricted airflow while moving vigorously? The moment I removed it, steam billowed from my body. The clothes I wore were also ruined from the dripping sweat.

Stepping inside the airship, I was greeted by Nightmare and Rain.

“Se, Seris! Are you okay?”

-Phewiiing!

Fortunately, they seemed unharmed. I looked at Rain and Nightmare and smiled faintly.