Another World Reincarnation Chronicle

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As mana mixed with blood spilled freely, I finally found it somewhat easier to breathe. The opposing natures of the mana clashed, causing explosions from within my body. If my body had been an ordinary human’s, I would have surely burst right after using the vortex.

The body that exploded while crossing the spatial dimension would have scattered like pieces of meat.

“Hwaah…”

Lying in the grass, covered in blood, I looked up at the sky. The towering trees and their long branches gently swayed in the soft breeze.

Swooosh—

The sunlight filtering through the leaves seemed to crumble as it danced on the wind. This was a place where the traces of dark magic felt non-existent.

The wind quietly approached, caressing my cheek, making my eyelids heavy. My body melted into the softness of the grass supportive beneath me. With time, the excruciating pain that had enveloped me began to dull, and my consciousness grew hazy.

An irresistible temptation from the great mana. My body was moving to recover. With only the minimal functions activated, I focused on healing.

However, I couldn’t sleep. How could I forget those I had left behind in the Grimshade Kingdom?

“Huh…!”

I forced my heavy body to rise. The hardened blood cracked and pulled at my skin, but I didn’t mind much.

Having vomited out mana-mixed blood, the mana rampaging inside settled somewhat. I began to lick the blood off my hands and drew a magic circle on the ground.

Swoosh—

Typically, I would need mana stone dust to draw a magic circle, but my blood, filled with mana, could serve as a substitute.

I wrote the basic magical symbols for spatial magic and the coordinates of the place I wanted to move to. The range for activating the magic was drastically reduced, setting the target to just myself.

Even so, the amount of mana needed for activation was immense. The farther the distance to be moved, the exponentially increasing demand for mana to activate the magic.

My face contorted. My internal mana wasn’t recovering easily, so I couldn’t activate the magic right away.

What should I do? As I sat on the ground, letting out a long sigh, I noticed a small breeze gathering not too far from where I sat, and dozens of leaves began flying up to form the shape of a woman.

Swoosh—

From among the many leaves, long ears shot up. Ears that couldn’t possibly belong to a human and a beautiful appearance. A small breeze flowed through her long tangled hair.

“Arese…?”

The figure revealed was Arese, the female elf I vaguely remembered—the one who had sat on a chair with dozens of tree trunks tied to her body.

“It’s been a while. Seris.”

Arese looked down at me and spoke. Her voice was infinitely soft, as if the breeze wandering in this area spoke such words.

The Arese I met again looked bright and lively, unlike before.

“I used the item you gave me well.”

I smiled faintly and patted my empty shoulders. If it hadn’t been for that bow, I would have been caught and done unspeakable things.

Arese’s gaze slowly shifted. She noticed my blood-soaked body, the blood splattered on the ground, and the red magic circle drawn around it.

“I’m really glad it helped… If it’s not too much trouble, could you tell me your story?”

I sighed deeply at Arese’s question and nodded. It would take quite a while for my mana and body to recover. It wasn’t a hard request, so there was no reason not to share.

I began to calmly explain what had happened. The dark mage and the magic book that appeared in human society, the story of the demon Skasha, which began entangling from the lower realm.

The order of my tale was jumbled due to my fuzzy psyche, but Arese listened silently.

The body that transcended human limitations possessed a regeneration ability beyond imagination. When the misaligned mana circle found its place and I could use magic, I slowly began to heal my wrecked insides with healing magic.

Burst vessels found their places as the brain, which had baked from the heat, gradually returned to its original state. As the mana circle settled and began to amplify the mana, the blackened scales and the color from my hair faded away.

“It’s about time I should go.”

I dusted off my rear and stood up. The sticky bloodied leaves clung to me, fluttering and falling. The minimum required conditions to use magic had been established.

The lacking mana could be sufficiently resolved by forming an external circle using the circles in my heart and the double dragon sword.

Swish—

The two swords naturally drew out and settled behind me.

Kiiiiing—!

At the same time, the mana circle began to rotate rapidly. The rough sound of spinning amplified the lacking mana, causing the small magic circle I drew to begin emitting light.

Paaah—!

I exhaled long and steadied my heart. I needed to move to fight against an opponent I couldn’t be sure of victory against. Emotions began to fill me naturally.

Fear.

My heart and body felt heavy. The fear birthed hesitation, which greatly impacted my magic.

The once bright magic circle began to dim. It flickered as if it was about to disappear, increasing my anxiety.

“Seris.”

“Yes?”

As I gazed at the flickering magic circle, hesitating for a moment, an elf who had silently listened to me spoke my name.

The wind carrying her voice gently caressed my body.

“Do you need help?”

Help. I needed it. Even with my current power, I didn’t have the confidence to push back Skasha and the other demons. Thus, I couldn’t request help.

Even if the elves joined in, I couldn’t guarantee victory. This was a matter that humans had to resolve.

“Seris. We elves do not forget our kindness.”

“But I have already been compensated…”

Thanks to the elves’ help, I had saved my life once. The item that contained the effects of precision shooting, allowing a long-distance move was no ordinary item.

The bow I used and instantly disappeared must have been a tremendous treasure of the elves.

At that moment, the land I stood on trembled heavily as the roar of a gigantic beast erupted.

[Nuoouoouuu-!]

It was the cry of Raben, the winter whale soaring through the sky, carrying the elves’ forest.

“Seris. Do you remember? Raben had a serious ailment.”

“Ah. Yes.”

I nodded, recalling the dim memory. Surely, such a conversation had occurred. I had prevented Raben’s illness from worsening through a deal and received a place to stay.

“Now it has all healed. Thanks to the seed you brought.”

“Ah…”

“Seris. We elves are not a race that forgets kindness. Raben is of that kind too.”

“What do you mean by that…?”

“Long ago. Our elves had to endure losing our homes to dark mages and demons. We could do nothing as we watched our kind live on in a state worse than death.”

A tiny glimmer of hope arose. The negative feelings gradually faded away. My blurred vision became clearer, and I distinctly recognized Arese’s face.

“I believe such a thing should never happen again.”

Swooosh—!

The strength of the wind blowing increased. The endlessly gentle breeze turned cold and sharp, like a blade ready to strike.

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“Hah!”

With a rough battle cry, the red sword drew a long streak of light as it sliced through the colossal demon’s body.

The one who swung the sword, Adventurer Celyon, exhaled roughly while observing the battlefield.

The crumbled castle walls lost to the advancing army of undead pouring in through the gaps. Occasionally, demons appeared, mixing with the humans.

The rough sounds of explosions, shouts, and screams. Decaying corpses burned and let out thick black smoke. Soldiers, whose arms and legs had been severed, awoke as undead, while priests, who scattered their divine power, were torn apart by demons.

“Hold on!”

“Protect the wizards!”

“Save me!!!”

Celyon thought. Could he really survive here?

Having become a Gold-grade swordsman through various adventures, Celyon couldn’t come up with a way to turn the situation around.

At that moment, he suddenly realized a white breath was escaping from his mouth.

The surrounding temperature plummeted. He shifted his gaze to the mages from the mage tower, but he couldn’t see any who might utilize climate manipulation magic.

[Nuoouoouuu-!]

As Celyon recognized the sudden drop in temperature, the massive cry of a living creature echoed.

Celyon frowned and looked up at the sky. The huge cry that resonated from above felt familiar.

Through the thick black clouds, something colossal began to reveal itself. Just then, as if announcing the arrival of the great creature, rough winds began to pour white snow.

“Raben…?”

The moment Celyon’s muttering ended, the enormous winter whale, Raben, dove toward the ground.

Kwooooaaaah!