Leo was throwing up. On his hands and knees, open mouth ready to spew it all.

One fact stopped him. He had no body. He was simply a construct of mana.

This wouldn't stop him, not that he wanted this. There was a bit of fear very deep in his heart before. How could there not be?

Izic had brought his soul from another world. Clearly stating in front of him, he had made an educated guess. He had no fucking idea how it actually happened. Since it was the two of them, Leo actually believed him.

That just made it that much worse.

From that mystery to the next. Leo woke up with zero knowledge and not only discovered mana. He made a body of it.

Leo was an orphan with a high school diploma. Struggled to get that. College was never in the cards, money or smarts sufficient.

Educational philosophy failed to inspire him to pick up what was put down. School just fundamentally failed to click. He disappeared in fantasy novels and games that took him away from reality.

He would never give Izic credit, but he was sure these accomplishments were related to him.

Everything about his current reality was made by that man. So how could throwing up, without organs let alone a body, faze him.

Looking around, he saw he had returned to the magic circle. At some point, Elizabeth had come back.

This wasn't the first time he had left the magic circle. Even though Izic told him that the longer he stayed inside, the better the results. Therefore, even while pushing himself to his absolute limit, physically experiencing the sensation of throwing up without any internal organs. He had to leave, from time to time.

During those occasions he would see she would come and go periodically. Giving the impression, she often found Izic for entertainment.

Not taking in his existence wasn't new. Since Izic was always watching something elsewhere. There was no surprise when the two did the same, when there was something interesting. To Leo, it was their version of television for those with near god-like power.

Elizabeth had an upset look on her face. Maybe that was why she took notice of him. Waving her hand, a mass of mana created a screen. Leo glanced as there was nothing else in the room besides the magic circle.

Looking at it gave him the impression the ground was spinning. Slowly he would get sucked in as if he couldn’t look away. The next moment, he would find himself on the ground, back in the black space hidden inside the sword.

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"She is my favorite, even though she does the most damage. Every time she makes a move, I have to repair the balance." Sighing with emotions.

Izic gave her a glance, "You enjoy it. She is exactly like you when you were her age. Basically living vicariously through her. You have no idea how many things I had to do when you used to act without thinking. The fact that any of us made it out of those situations alive is a miracle."

Leo ignored their bickering. On the screen was a scene of a man and woman he had never seen before. Alongside another person, that one he was familiar with.

Of the two he didn’t know, the man had an ugly scar on his face that made him look rather scary. Definitely giving off gangster vibes if seen back on Earth.

However, Leo's eyes were on the woman and the other man. The woman was far more attractive than all the elves he had seen. He would lie if he said he wasn’t materialistic, for a very brief moment he felt that she was the ideal wielder.

As for the man that he was familiar with, that was Everhope. He was standing on the opposite side of the other two. He looked very upset, seemingly to have a little bit of heartache by the surrounding destruction.

Even still, he didn’t seem to dare take his eyes off the woman standing in front of him. Dissimilar to Leo, his eyes held no lust or interest, all that could be seen was fear. If Leo could see it, everyone else would be able to see it even more, obviously.

Leo rather liked the look when it was on his face.

Soon, everything played out. Most of which he couldn't make heads or tails of. Even if he could see it, he couldn't see their movements. When one person moved, it was like teleportation. They would be in one place before appearing in another.

He watched with mirth as Everhope was lunched through the air. Thus marking the end of the scene.

Very quickly, Izic and Elizabeth grew bored when the drama ended. Turning their attention to him, "Take a look at yourself." Izic's voice entered his ears.

Taking advantage of the screen, soon a mirror surface was displayed. Seeing his reflection caused a shock.

For the first time in an unknown amount of time. His appearance had changed. Leo had grown older. Clearly signifying large progress in the repairs of his body.

Leo considered his current appearance to a malnourished child. Possibly around ten, looking to be seven or eight. However, now he truly had the appearance of a small ten-year-old.

As for the appearance, he was unsure of who it was meant to take after. As neither of the three in the room shared any real characteristics of each other. Thus, he heard, “Don’t look at us. The way you look is characterized by your soul.”

Leo looked at Elizabeth, “Granted this is my understanding of the soul, but it is like a template. It holds a series of genetic code that determines many things. The world is code, once the template is run through the code, you get who you are. Though most people have real genetics to determine their looks, you are purely based off that template.”

Listening to her, Leo had to admit it sounded interesting, though he still turned to look at Izic. In terms of opinion, Izic seemed to hold a lot of power. Elizabeth didn’t agree to everything he said, she even argued a lot with him.

What was seen from their interactions was that she placed a great amount of importance on some of his words. When he was serious, it appeared his mind was highly academic or scientific. If by Earth standards. The problem was figuring out if he was being serious or not.

“Why the fuck are you looking at me? How would I know? I don’t care about looks. They don’t have very much value in the long run. You get what you get.”