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A/N:
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An hour ago.
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A boy covered in mud was prone on the ground and soon his fingers twitched.
His eyelids squird and lifted, revealing a pair of azure jewels that would remind you of the cerulean sky.
The sound of the downpouring water was heard and he realized that he was under the rain as it continuously hit his skin.
His mind drifted; he tried to recall the last thing he did, asking himself how on earth he ended up staying under the rain like a heartbroken dude.
He blinked a few tis to get a clear view of the surroundings and a forestry environnt entered his vision.
Why was he in a forest?
He vividly rembered that he was on a train whilst reading a novel and–
Did the train get into an accident?
Well, if it was indeed like that, then it explained a lot as to why he was out here.
He used both hands to lift his body but his stomach suddenly churned and a mouthful of blood jumped out of his mouth.
"Cough, cough!"
He saw how the mud changed color into maroon as it mixed with his blood and watched how they were washed away by the rain.
His forehead creased for a split second but soon returned to normal. It wasn't blood that made him frown, but sothing else.
He sat and raised both of his hands. He was a 28-year-old man, but why did he see a child's hand instead of his?
"What is–"
He shut his mouth the mont the sound pricked his ears.
His baritone voice was nowhere to be found, only the voice of a child who had not yet reached puberty could be heard.
He forced himself to stand and his step staggered once he stood. He reached the nearest tree and leaned against it.
He studied the vicinity once again and a foggy wilderness entered his vision. He glanced sideways and his eyes caught a tall slope.
It was pretty tall, even the top of it couldn't be seen due to the canopy of the pine leaves that cover the sky.
Seeing the trace on the slope, he assud that this boy fell and...
Did this person die?
Although he had no idea how this happened, he concluded that he possessed a child's body–doubtlessly about it.
But who was this boy?
–Ding!
A bell was heard and his blue eyes locked on the blinking [STATUS WINDOW] that was hovering in front of him.
It wasn't there before and without thinking much he touched it.
[ Na: Adrian Leillucis ]
He raised one of his eyebrows upon seeing the na. So, in other words, he beca him, huh?
Adrian Leillucis...
Wasn't it the na of the protagonist's half-brother in the novel he just read a few hours ago on the train?
[ Title: The Second Prince of the Aeon Empire ]
The Aeon Empire was the place where the main event in the novel occurred. Even though he hadn't finished reading it, at least he had a few valuable pieces of information.
[ Race: Human ]
[ Age: 6 years old ]
He didn't know the details of the boy's life because Adrian was already dead when the novel started.
But from this single paragraph, Adrian's life was pretty much fucked up.
« His mother died in front of him when he was 12 when she tried to save him and the entire Lancaster Family was sentenced to death.
However, an accident happened on the execution day and resulted in the Lancaster Family escaping; up until now, their whereabouts remained unknown.
And at the age of 13, Adrian was killed by Nathaniel. »
Yet, what he didn't understand was, the author constantly described how Nathaniel–the protagonist of the novel–mourned over his younger brother's death.
Which was a bit confusing.
Why would Nathaniel grieve if he was the one who killed Adrian?
Was it due to regret?
Well, he wasn't sure about the circumstances they had since the novel itself started when Nathaniel returned from the war at the age of 18, three years after his half-brother died.
The age gap between them was two years; if he was 6, then Nathaniel was around 8 years right now.
So, it ant that he only had 7 years before the fateful day ca and 10 years before the novel started.
Regardless of his death flag, he seed unfazed by it and continued reading.
[ Occupation: Elentalist - 3 Circle ]
He just realized that he had transmigrated into a fantasy world where magic, monsters, Mana, and nonsensical things existed.
In order to casted magic, Mana was required. Mana, pure energy that existed in this realm.
To be able to use Mana one must awaken the Mana Pool inside their body.
Just like its na, Mana Pool was sothing like a pool or lake to store Mana.
Everyone had a different Mana Pool size depending on how much Mana their body could absorb.
He raised his hand and a Telesphere ca into view.
He tried to channel his Mana into the bead but nothing happened, and after thrice attempts of failure, he gave up.
".פקעת �י�"
Soon, a magic circle was ford on top of his palm and a ball of water appeared then he dismissed it.
No wonder no one ca to rescue this boy, it turned out his Telesphere was broken–which also broke the tracking system inside it.
Yet, surprisingly, he had no problem with channeling mana or chanting the Runic language to create a magic circle–it just ca out naturally.
It was weird, but also good at the sa ti, it ant he didn't have to start from scratch.
There were two ways to perform magic for Elentalist, Normal Incantation and Silent Incantation.
Normal Incantation was where you chanted the Runic language audibly, while the Silent Incantation was the opposite.
The output damage of Silent Incantation usually might not be as powerful as Normal Incantation.
Also, the speed chanting spell was depending on the mastery of the Incantation.
[ Elental Affinity ] **
There were 5 Elentals in this world: Water, Fire, Lightning, Earth, and Air.
Each person had an affinity for at least one of the five Elentals. Affinity could sotis be genetic, or at least common to certain families.
One would more easily learn to conjure and control an Elental suited to their affinity.
Also, they weren't limited by their affinity, and it was common for one to master two Elentals.
Although it was possible to master all five Elentals, it was exceedingly rare due to how all individuals naturally lack interest in certain elents, not to ntion that it was also requiring years of training.
However, the fact that this boy was born with high five Elentals affinities which were incredibly rare.
All he could say was this boy was special.
He had a hunch that if this boy managed to survive his death flag he would be the greatest Elentalist on the continent without a doubt.
Not only that, there were two thods for using Elentals, they were Conjuring and Manipulation.
Conjuring was casting Elental's magic, for example, casting Fireball out of thin air or like he just did a few minutes ago, while Manipulation was manipulating existing elental (dium).
However, Conjuring required more mana than Manipulation, because one had to cast Elental out of thin air without a dium.
[ Skills ] **
Although Adrian was young, he was amazed by the boy's Incantation Skill rank. All he could say was, Adrian was destined to be an Elentalist.
[ Character Statistic ] **
He was dumbfounded upon seeing his Physical Statistics–his eyes hurt just looking at them.
"Garbage."
Unbeknownst to him, a curse ca out of his mouth.
[ Gifts ] **
"..."
His mind wandered.
There was no such thing as gifts in the novel; it was never explained, so why was it there?
Was he missing sothing?
Well, the fact that he only read half of the book, maybe it had sothing to do with the future plot or sothing.
–Crunch!
A snapping branch pricked his ears, interrupting his train of thought.
He turned around but his vision beca white when a flash of lightning filled the surrounding followed by the rumbling thunder.
Once the light faded and the color back to its place, his eyes caught nurous n wearing black attire.
'Assassins...?'
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