Chapter 2

Nick woke up on the third day of new life and straightaway began to examine status. Among the possible skills, he did not see anything even remotely useful or magical. Such skills as speed reading, concentration, heightened attention were very good in his opinion, but what should he do with them as a three-day-old child? And without knowing the limit on the number of possible skills, he didn't want to risk screwing up anything. He considered it acceptable, the usefulness of [Common] level skills was extremely low for him at this point. Also it was unclear how to develop his race, most likely, he received the first level solely for his existence.

While Nick was lying in his cradle and looking at the windows, mother came into room and fed him. With that, the daily routine was over, because instead of putting him back to bed, he was taken for a walk around the mansion. Looking around the mansion, he was again extremely impressed by the work done. Everything was perfectly clean, the corridors were made of wood resembling oak with windows inserted. Occasionally, paintings came across along the way, but they were difficult to appreciate in passing. Passing by a large number of maids and a man dressed in a tuxedo, apparently his new butler who also radiated dignity and elegance with his whole appearance, he was very surprised by the fact that he had a sword hanging on his belt. In appearance, the sword was in an elegant scabbard beaten with blue fabric with a blue hilt, the sword looked very much like an ordinary one-handed sword with a small guard in the European style, about one meter long. The butler stood in front of the large double doors with a pair of identical one-handed swords carved into them, half drawn from their scabbards. The man opened the doors elegantly and greeted Nick's mother. The conversation passed too quickly to be properly understood. Nick's mother walked through the doors and he saw seven people sitting at a large long table, the interior was impressive, but he did not see anything too special except for the table overflowing with very appetizing food. Nick reproached himself for thinking that he could try any of this. So he began to look more closely at the people sitting at the table as they approached him. At the main place of the table sat a handsome man of about 30 years old, to the right of him was empty, it was to this place that his mother approached and also elegantly sat down on a chair while the butler pulled it out for her. To the left of his father sat another man who looked to be in his early 40s, this man could not be described as very memorable, but there was a certain steel in his eyes. He looked like his old combat instructor who trained him in the army, in a word, creepy. Next to him sat a woman who also radiated charm like his mother, but it was not so noticeable. Next to him sat a young man who looked to be 16 years old, behind him he noticed a maid who held a sword for him. The other three were girls from 20 to 15 years old. As far as Nick understood, they were the daughters of the woman who sat next to the combat instructor, since they looked like her. At first Nick thought that he imagined it, but the children had hair that was slightly blue at the edges. Looking closely, he realized that his father also had a dark blue tint at the ends of his hair, like his brother.

A real noble family, even a clan and everyone has a distinctive feature, these are the most real cliches I have ever seen.

While everyone else was talking and apparently looking at him with great pleasure, Nick broke out of his thoughts and stopped clinging to his mother so tightly. The first thing he decided to do was to start yelling at his father for reasons that were very clear to him. Why he was still nowhere to be seen, any excuses were meaningless to him, and while he was throwing a tantrum, his mother handed him over to his father. Of course, Nick had to come to terms with the loss of his double pillow. To look into his father's eyes, his the eyes were the most ordinary of those he had seen today, and although father was attractive, he was far from as good as his mother. Therefore, Nick quickly came to the only correct conclusion.

Combat classer, I see, I see. The name Ghost Blade can speak of many abilities and I'm sure one of them is stealth. Most likely, my father's charisma characteristic works to make him relatively invisible and unattractive. If I had met him on the street, I would hardly have looked at him a second time. Cunning, very cunning.

Nick smiled brightly at his father, and while the others were happy about it, Nick was making his own plans for this sword style.

Breakfast passed quickly enough and while the others were chatting pleasantly, Nick was thinking about his future martial art. He didn't have time to notice how he was handed back to his mother and went to his bed.

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Unfair children's brain, how difficult is to maintain concentration.

***

Meanwhile, in the main cathedral of the holy church, a meeting of the highest ranks was called. In the huge main room with glass walls and ceiling, at a huge round table sat the Pope, the Saint, four Cardinals and eight Archbishops, as well as the most powerful holy Paladin of the church. This meeting was called because of a message from Gods. This caused a heated argument among the present.

"And we're just going to allow a bunch of Reincarnators to live in hiding? Is that what you're suggesting, Your Eminence? We need to immediately begin an operation to find and identify them, so that we can bring them up according to our teachings and laws." Said one of the archbishops.

"Dear Archbishop, you are very much mistaken in the best actions for us, these are people with an already developed worldview and if we act as you say, it will not end well for our church. Many Reincarnators will harbor a strong grudge against us. And if the church does this, its authority will greatly decline, which cannot be allowed in the current circumstances." The Pope answered.

"I fully support Your Eminence decision, we cannot set the Reincarnators against us, because in the future we will need all of them to fight the [Archdemon] who is already breaking into our World." Said saintess supporting the pope's decision.

"Forgive me, your holiness, but how are we going to train the Reincarnators to help us if we don't announce their existence?" asked the paladin.

"It's very simple Yuriel, we will not train Reincarnators and we will not actively search for them, they themselves will come to the army when they want the world to remain intact. We will announce the demonic invasion to the public in due time and they will have no choice but to join us in the fight." With this, the Pope declared the most important meeting in the last millennium over.

***

While the meeting was going on, Nick decided to do the most important thing for a Reincarnator again, namely, try to feel his mana. He began to breathe systematically and imagine his mana core, because the skill will not lie, his has it. This is how his weekly routine went, Nick had nothing to do except meditate, feed and sleep. And finally, he managed to start "seeing" his mana core in the lower abdomen, it was so small that he was not even sure that this is it. In his mind, it was a ball with a diameter of one centimeter and inside it he began to see a blue gas-like liquidity. Due to excitement, his concentration suddenly stopped and he was thrown out of his imaginary space. At the edge of his field of vision, he noticed a small icon and immediately concentrated on it.

Congratulations, you have unlocked two skills: Lesser Meditation ]Common], Lesser Mana Sense [Common].

Without a second's hesitation, he immediately took these two skills.

Congratulations, you have acquired two skills: Lesser Meditation [Common] Lvl 1, Lesser Mana Sense [Common] Lvl 1.

Ahahahaha, I finally set out on the path of a true mage. And it took about a week of my time. And you thought I would give up because of this? Never!

Without thinking twice, Nick tried to use both of these skills, but in the process of concentrating, he fell asleep again. Waking up from someone entering his room, he saw his mother and father. He was quickly fed, changed and kissed on the forehead, from which he fell asleep again. Waking up the next morning, Nick began to mentally complain about his stupid body.

Every time I do something hard I quickly fall asleep and how can I become an arhimage?!

Having calmed down a bit, he reconsidered his status. Just thinking about it.

Name: Dylan Ghostblade (Nick Miller)

Race: Evolved Human [Rare] Lvl 1

Class: Blocked

Class: Blocked

Health 40 HP 0.04 HP/hour

Mana 30 MP 0.02 MP/hour

Endurance 30 ST 0.3 ST/hour

Statistics:

Strength 2

Dexterity 2

Stamina 3

Vitality 4

Constitution 4

Intelligence 32

Wisdom 23

Mental Control 21

Willpower 31

Perception 11

Charisma 2

Mana output 5

Mana 3

Mana Regeneration 2

Luck 11

9 free attribute points

Titles: Otherworldly Reincarnator [Legendary+]

Racial Skills:

Quick Learning [Uncommon]

Low adaptability of characteristics [Common]

Minor Adaptation [Common]

Lesser Mana Core [Common]

Skills:

Lesser Meditation [Common] 1 Lvl

Lesser Mana sense [Common] 1 Lvl

Possible skills:

Language Proficiency(English) [Common],

Driving a car [Common],

Observation [Common],

Hand-to-hand combat [Common],

Leg Fight [Common], ...

His intelligence stat had increased by one point, which made him very happy. Nick decided not to spend his free stat points for now, since it would be strange for a child to see it, and he didn't want to explain to anyone in the future why he spent them.

Well, this is how my life begins in a new world. Meditation and self-knowledge, what have I come to!