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===All matter in the Jobless Reincarnation world is permeated with mana.
Magic is essentially a game of mana manipulation.
The caster needs to use the mana within their own body to effect changes in the external world.
This is where the ranks of **Elementary, Intermediate, Advanced, Saint, King, Emperor, and God** come from – the greater the degree of change, the greater the mana required and consumed.
In attack magic, this manifests as power and area of effect.
In healing magic, this manifests as the choice of the target to revert, and the degree of change in the target's state.
If judged this way, attack magic is simpler than 'healing' magic because it essentially consumes mana from one's own body, 'overlaying' one's mana onto external mana, which allows for Rudy's approach of achieving extraordinary feats through sheer force.
But 'healing' magic, however, requires reverting the state of the magic's target itself. This demands the caster to release mana from their body, causing their mana to connect with the target's mana, thereby leveraging the target's own mana.
Therefore, the harder the target's mana is to sort out, and the more pronounced the state change, the more difficult this leveraging becomes.
Taking healing spells as an example, plants and flowers, being naturally part of the mana in nature, grow day and night, permeated by nature's mana and attuned to its frequency, making the difficulty of connecting relatively low.
But the human body is more difficult. Magical aptitude, which manifests as varying degrees of mana affinity, means that each person's internal mana frequency is different. If the opponent's wound is severe, or even involves a fracture or missing part, it becomes even harder.
This means that the mana at the wound site is inherently out of sync – there's mana from nature, and mana from the person being treated. The greater the degree of physical damage, the harder it is to sort out. This also perfectly explains why Orsted, in his battle with Rudy, chose to reattach his severed arm directly to the wound rather than simply growing a new arm from scratch, after Eris had cut it.
Because that method was less difficult and consumed less mana.
It fit the Dragon God's character.
The mana in man-made objects like boots and clothes had long since returned to the 'air' through repeated processing, destruction of structure, and reorganization. They simply had no mana, and naturally, one couldn't leverage their own mana to move the other party's mana and change their state.
What about the ground?
Too 'heavy,' difficult to leverage; the mana density of the ground was too great.
—Referring to the Great Teleportation: The Great Teleportation was essentially the 'manifestation' of a summoning spell used by the Future God Child to summon Nanahoshi. The disappearance of the Fittoa territory was due to the immense mana required for the summoning spell. The God Child's own mana was insufficient, but the God Child's ability, which bordered on 'rules,' allowed her to forcibly cast it.
This led to the already completed magic having to painstakingly absorb mana from nature to self-complete. So why didn't it absorb humans as mana? Did others have too little mana? Then why wasn't Rudy, this carrier of 'vast' mana, sucked dry?
It's simple: because the mana within the human body is far less than the mana contained within the world's matter. Absorbing you all would be less efficient than absorbing the ground.
So, for the magic selection mechanism, the human body, plus its clothes, was almost equivalent to impurities.
Thus, when the Great Teleportation magic absorbed natural mana as a supplement, it casually 'discarded' all these impurities.
If Healing Magic functioned on this principle.
Then the principle of Barrier Magic also became clear: Revert state — by means of a magic circle, remotely establish a connection with one's own mana, continuously maintaining the mana at the magic circle's set location to revert to a fixed point in time. The mana at the magic circle's location would no longer change with time, and would naturally solidify into a stagnant, non-flowing mana membrane.
Forming a 'barrier.'
If judged this way, things become very clear:
Reversion Magic holds a very high rank, but it is extremely difficult to cast. It is hard for a human to reveal the full scope of its hidden depths.
And currently, what is manifested by humans can only be a diluted version, improved and made practical by the Milis Church.
—**Healing Magic System**:
**Healing Spell, Poison Removal Spell, Divine Strike, Barrier Spell.**
In essence, they are merely different shallow applications of Reversion Magic.
This perfectly fits the deconstructive inference of free will. Why did it cause such a huge impact on Allen? What connection did healing magic, originating from the Milis Church, have with this boy?
It had a connection indeed.
He had a complete **Healing Magic Sigil System** within his stomach.
Question: Is there a possibility that an extremely powerful person, with extremely powerful magic application ability, perfectly commanded Reversion Magic, like a miracle, and, using a magic circle, reverted someone to their past infant state? Then, with divine power, kicked the soul, bearing memories, through a spacetime rift back into the past?
Answer: **'Reincarnation Secret Art'.**
Question: Huh? Isn't the Dragon God's Reincarnation Secret Art Time Magic?
Question: Time magic is physical transmigration. Judging by Old Rudy's state, the probability of the magic failing and transmigrating into a corpse is extremely high; it's very unstable. Soul transmigration through spacetime, however, is relatively easy. That's why Laplace, the First Dragon God, and other gods possessing divine gems didn't use Time Magic to return to the past, but rather used soul transmigration + Reversion Magic to construct a body to achieve the Reincarnation Secret Art.
Question: Reverting to construct a body? No, how would you survive as an infant? Using divine power to conceive in a mortal womb? Can mortals bear divine power?
Answer: It depends on the aptitude of the mortal fetus. If it can bear more, then the divine characteristics, or factors, will be more pronounced.
Question: Um, is there a possibility of reversing Reversion Magic? Of using divine power to swap the past state's time point for the future?
Answer: Yes, the **'Transmigration Secret Art'** to travel to the future.
Question: What about combining reverse Reversion Magic with forward Reversion Magic to create a new magic?
Answer: **'Purple.'**
Um...
Wrong scene.
The answer is—what Orsted has.
**Loop Secret Art.**
The underlying logic of these miracle-like magic essences is similar; they are all different types of applications where mana leverages rules.
This healing magic system seems to have borrowed the foundation of the Dragon Race's Transmigration and Reincarnation Secret Arts to create magic usable by humans.
So, here's the problem.
Existing within someone's body is a nascent Dragon Saint Battle Aura core, bearing distinct Dragon Race craftsmanship, and upon it is etched a healing magic system whose sigils have disappeared and need to be re-etched.
Is it a 'creation' provided by a system as a cheat ability!
Or is it a remnant of some magic that has already fulfilled its purpose?
Does this thing appearing within Eris's brother mean that Allen's soul could and could *only* be 'reincarnated' into this body?
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Allen truly couldn't see clearly!
But his intuition told him that this must involve the puppet master behind the scenes, and the truth of his own existence in this world.
So, did he need to figure all of this out completely, and then tell Human God through himself?
He couldn't see clearly either.
But his intuition told him that thinking too clearly might not be a bad thing, but not thinking *too* clearly, letting Human God perceive this information, was definitely not a bad thing.
At this moment, his mind was like a mush, swirling in his skull, his thoughts drifting like a small boat in a violent storm.
His head felt like it was splitting.
He had been constantly suppressing himself from carefully considering these potential possibilities.
But even the occasional thoughts that escaped in his mind, the information brought by these fragmented thoughts, kept forcing him to think in this direction.
Who wouldn't be curious about where they came from and where they were going to die?
Allen took a deep breath, looking at Sylphy in his arms. He reached up and pinched his temples, forcing himself to look at her, to distract himself.
Just then, a *creak*.
The door opened.
Allen, covered in sweat, raised an eyebrow and looked at the cabin door in surprise.
A black 'battle suit' with a high side slit, violently modified by hand last night, entered his vision.
Beneath the black, smooth nightgown, stunningly, whiter than the moonlight itself, Isolte glanced at Sylphy, who was asleep on Allen's lap.
She silently closed the door behind her, even sliding the bolt into place.
Leaning against the door, her black hair, damp with moisture, lazily curled and hung over her shoulders. She reached up and idly ran her hand through her hair.
Her smiling eyes tilted as she looked at Allen.
Her posture, by all accounts, was incredibly suggestive and alluring, yet it gave Allen the absurd illusion that Isolte was a triumphant general, returning for accolades.
The general's eyes seemed to say.
*'Senior Brother? May I come over?'*
Allen saw clearly this time.
Thanks to this, his thoughts were suddenly pulled back to reality by the scene before him, allowing him to ground himself.
His face was aghast, his insides screaming.
*No!? What is going on with you two tonight?! Are you really just continuing yesterday's night raid?!*
*Huh???*
Isolte looked at his expression, her smile incredibly ambiguous. She took long, silent strides across the floor, swaying as she walked towards Allen's position.
She quickly reached the bedside of the somewhat stiff Allen.
Leaning her torso forward, she pressed her left knee onto the edge of the bed, right by Allen's leg.
She then rolled onto the bed, pressing her right knee down, supporting herself with both hands on either side of Allen. In a kneeling posture, her upper body leaned forward, forming an extremely dangerous arch in her back, bringing her face close to Allen's.
Closer and closer.
Allen looked at Sylphy sleeping soundly on his lap, his mouth agape in surprise, instinctively leaning his upper body backward.
Isolte tilted her head, watching him with interest, relentlessly closing the distance.
One leaning back, the other leaning forward.
Finally, Allen had nowhere left to retreat and lay down on the bed.
Damp strands of hair fell beside Allen's face, a few even sticking to his skin.
The next instant, Isolte's prominent nose bridge pressed against Allen's.
They looked at each other.
Extremely close.
Allen saw obvious teasing amusement and inquiry in Isolte's eyes.
It was then that he realized Isolte had very likely been waiting outside the door even before he kissed Sylphy, and being able to use Sense Flow herself, she had, in all likelihood, known what he had just done with Sylphy.
Just then, Isolte leaned her face closer to Allen's.
Then, her face turned.
Bringing her mouth close to Allen's ear, her breath brushed against Allen's cheek, a little ticklish.
She deliberately lowered her voice.
"Senior Brother, were you happy with Sylphy just now?"
"..."
"Quiet, now, Sylphy will wake up."
"??"
Isolte's philtrum was even pressed against Allen's ear. He could clearly hear the former's tongue and teeth clicking together.
And visible from the corner of his eye.
Deep chasms, rolling peaks.
Well.
No need to worry about him overthinking anymore.
This was truly adding fuel to the fire.
Allen had lost count of how many times he had felt numb and then aroused tonight, or how many times he would be called a "shrimp-headed man" if this were posted on Little Red Book.
Then he heard Isolte chuckle softly, a mischievous hint of having succeeded in her scheme.
He saw her gently stroking Sylphy's hair, and she said.
"Senior Brother, originally, I didn't want to disturb you two tonight... But, we will arrive in the royal capital tomorrow morning. If I don't come now to continue our unfinished conversation, there might not be another chance."
Allen looked down at Isolte stroking Sylphy's head, then looked at Isolte, who was practically pressed against him.
He inexplicably felt a strange sensation, as if Sylphy had become the wronged party.
However, he immediately knew which conversation Isolte wanted to resume.
Sure enough, before he could speak, Isolte stared into his eyes.
It was as if starlight flowed within her black pupils.
Her whisper remained intimate, her breath still alluring.
Her words, still full of temptation.
"Senior Brother doesn't seem like he wants to join 'Dawn,' because Senior Brother wants revenge on **James**..."
"But Senior Brother also refused Princess Ariel's invitation."
"What exactly is Senior Brother thinking?"
"...How about it? Let me be Senior Brother's blade. Let me kill **James**."
Allen looked up at Isolte.
"My purpose for this trip to the royal capital isn't really those two things. Some matters are hard to explain, but don't worry, things in the royal capital will naturally come to a conclusion. If you truly killed **James**, how would you establish yourself in the royal capital? You still want to become the Water God..."
Before he could finish, Isolte's hand, which had been stroking Sylphy's hair, lifted and gently grasped Allen's hand, guiding his arm. In Allen's constricted pupils, she placed it around her waist.
Her other hand reached out and pressed against Allen's chest, as if feeling his heartbeat.
Or perhaps, making a vow to the Boreas's 'heart of iron.'
"It's alright, that's not important to me either. Because no matter what Senior Brother wants to do, I support you."
She pressed her forehead against Allen's.
Her eyelashes brushed Allen's eyelashes like soft feathers.
"If Senior Brother's only purpose is revenge, to kill **James**, then let him be killed. At Mortalit, Senior Brother said he wasn't interested in power. Then things are simple."
"Senior Brother doesn't even need to enter the royal capital; I will go to the royal capital myself and kill **James**. 'Dawn' members all hail from the Water God Style main dojo, and all are disciples of Grandmother. They will, out of respect and reason, likely let me off the hook."
"I will immediately leave the royal capital and come find you."
"Then we will go find Miss Roxy, and live together. In the future, Senior Brother will teach me Water God Style, and once I've fully mastered three or more of its Ougi, I will return to the royal capital and inherit the title of Water God."
"And Senior Brother isn't interested in power, so you can become my husband as a commoner... By then, the succession struggle will have ended, and no one will be able to imprison me. At that time, I, Miss Roxy, and Miss Sylphy will hold a wedding together, just the four of us."
"How about it?"
Allen looked at Isolte in surprise.
Her eyes were intensely serious.
After a long moment, Allen smiled.
"Are you, by any chance, worried about Ariel?"
Isolte stiffened, her gaze instinctively shifting away, but then immediately snapped back, staring directly at Allen.
Her eyes burned with intensity.
"That's right."
"Princess Ariel harbors designs on you, Senior Brother."
"I don't like Princess Ariel. If Senior Brother truly became a consort, it would be unacceptable for me, Miss Sylphy, and Miss Roxy, who is far away."
Allen looked at Isolte, reached out and placed his hand on her head, stroking her hair.
Just as he had done in childhood.
She froze for a moment, then immediately lost her fiery demeanor. The tense muscles in her waist under Allen's hand relaxed.
As if realizing her tone had been too harsh due to Ariel's 'infringement' during the night, she was silent for a moment, then sighed softly.
"Senior Brother... that won't work either. I'm serious, please consider my proposal carefully."
"Don't be uneasy. You know full well that, given my personality, I wouldn't choose a Princess who harbored ulterior motives. Right?"
Isolte froze.
In his line of sight, Allen, with narrowed eyes, spoke with a hint of caution and apology.
"I've already returned."
"Don't be uneasy."
"Trust me."
"I am yours."
Moonlight slanted down from beside the bed, illuminating Allen's eyes.
So bright.
In Sense Flow, Isolte felt her heartbeat skip a beat.
She avoided Allen's gaze, wrapping her arms around Allen's neck.
She murmured.
"..."
"...I am yours too."
---
The night was like water, the moonlight swayed.
Brown, black, and white hair mingled together.
The pleasure boat cut through the waves, slicing across the cerulean river.
The sky in the distance was cerulean.
And far off, to the west, where the ship's bow pointed.
Buildings stood tall, stretching endlessly into the distance, without end.
The oldest human city in history—Asura.
They had arrived.
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