"Vincent Pranlior Velkrist, huh?..." He mumbled, seeming to have remembered something important.
"So you're his descendant, huh? My dear old friend's descendant." Emperor Caesar smiled, his gaze focusing on me.
"Oh right, I'll explain what transmigration is."
"Transmigration is when a person gets transported into another world, often taking over a dead person's body, with all their pre-transmigration memories intact. But the body's memories remain somewhat intact—if not destroyed along with its death." The emperor explained, looking at me with sorrowful eyes, as if he regretted being transmigrated. ...It's not that, right?
"So that's what transmigration is?..." I mumbled, looking down at the grass.
It's uncomfortable standing here...
A pang of dizziness washed over me. With a sonic boom, my vision blurred. My sense of balance collapsed.
"Angh! What's happening?..." I grunted. The emperor—he was affected too...
Right before my eyes, the surroundings crumbled. The tall constructs of concrete collapsed under their weight, while the roads hollowed into pure nothing. The once sky-piercing buildings were now nothing.
The greenish scenery and lush bushes burned with flames that seemed to devour everything—even us—although I didn't feel anything at all.
Large pillars erupted out of the darkness as stars began appearing along with the pillars. Rings of concrete formed, and a palace made from absolutely nothing was erected—so unfathomably fast.
Concrete blocks flew out of the abyss, glass panels followed, and more materialized—forming the palace. Everything seemed to be created from nothing itself.
Could it be?... It's made out of the materials from earlier? The dizziness slowly dissipated, and my eyesight returned to witness the wonders.
"How beautiful..." I muttered.
"I wholeheartedly agree with you," the emperor replied.
The stars shone in different colors, like northern lights that radiated brilliance, shrouded in a reddish fog. The moon—ever so crimson. Wait, crimson?... It's crimson? What happened?
"The moon's crimson?..." I asked myself in confusion, glancing at the emperor, who was in awe of the sight.
"The first time this place has ever changed," he mumbled. "You... Vincent, you must have something to do with this."
"Tell me. What is your rank in swordsmanship?" the emperor asked.
"Rank 10 Sword Enthusiast."
"Still weak, huh? How about in magic?" he asked another question.
"I still haven't started magic," I responded. "Why do you ask?..."
"I'll teach you the old ways of magic. It's by far stronger than the new one," Emperor Caesar said.
"The old ways of magic?..." I asked, confused by what he meant. "Didn't magic stay the same?"
"No, Vincent, it didn't. It changed throughout the years. The new system was introduced during my reign as emperor, but I still used the old one. It was stronger, but less efficient.
"Instead of different magic classes, there were Magic Paths. Each path differed, powered by your Arcane Hall—the one inside your heart. But it is interchangeable with the magic circle. Swordsmanship was different too, but today's one is better, so don't bother changing to the old one."
The emperor rambled on about the old magic system. Of course, I listened intently.
"Magic Paths are the classes of elements like flame, ice, earth. And Arcane Runes are engravable techniques of these Magic Paths which can be engraved upon the body for instant use, eternally—at the cost of your body taking damage for casting it, and mana from your Arcane Hall being consumed each time you use it. Correct?" I asked the emperor if my explanation was right.
"Overall, yes. It's correct. But you forgot—Runes can be destroyed from overuse and can even explode. You either need someone else to engrave it on you, or you can engrave it on your soul, though that's far more dangerous and risky," Emperor Caesar explained.
"But why are you explaining this to me?" I asked.
"Because I need you to take revenge on the six orthodox gods for me," he responded.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."
I suddenly realized what he had said. My eyes widened at his words, my mouth opened in a gasp. "WHAT?! YOU WANT ME TO KILL THE SIX ORTHODOX DEITIES?!"
"Yes. You heard me right," he responded, staring at me.
Am I stuck with a lunatic?...
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