Chapter 2: The Singularity Truth
Three days after arriving in this world...
"Young master?" the butler called gently from behind the door.
*Knock knock knock.*
"Excuse me?"
"Yes? I'm currently dressing right now," Berum replied while adjusting his clothes awkwardly in front of a mirror.
"Understood, young master. When you're finished, please meet me in the main hall. The Headmaster is requesting your presence."
"Headmaster?" Berum muttered to himself.
*This body's... father?*
He took a breath, fixing the last button on his shirt.
"Alright. I'm almost done."
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**10 minutes later…**
Berum stood awkwardly in front of a large wooden desk.
The man behind it — towering, dignified, yet weary — gazed at him with calm authority.
"I've heard from the head butler that you've lost your memories," the man said. "Is that true, Trav?"
*Trav...? Is that this body's name?*
"Yes, that's right," Berum replied, hesitantly.
The headmaster gave a slow nod. "And what kind of memories are missing?"
Berum took a breath.
"The only thing I remember is waking up on a cliff. Everything before that… it's gone."
"I see," the headmaster said, standing and walking toward the window.
"Then let me explain everything you need to know."
He paused, then spoke with quiet weight.
"This world runs on magic — and at the heart of all power lies the *Mana Singularity*. A stone embedded within every person, acting like a vacuum. It absorbs ambient mana and shapes it into unique power."
Berum listened closely.
"There are many types: Chest Singularity, Feet Singularity, Grasp Singularity… Each location grants different traits and strengths. But then, there's the *Ultimate Singularity* — a rare mutation, only awakened by those with an unshakable will. It doesn't come by bloodline or luck… but by grit."
Berum blinked.
"And… what kind of singularity will I get?"
The headmaster turned to him with a faint smile.
"That, no one can say. Every person's singularity awakens on their 18th birthday. Until then, it remains hidden."
He added, "Singularity and magic proficiency can support each other. Even with a common singularity, if your will is strong and your control refined, you can surpass many. Likewise, a rare singularity in the hands of someone weak brings no glory."
Berum stayed silent for a moment.
*So it's not just fate... but will.*
"You will be attending *Ardyn School of Singularity* next week, son. Do not disappoint me."
And just like that, the conversation flew by far too quickly.
As for Berum — or rather, *Trav* now — he was left overwhelmed, his mind spinning with information.
With nothing else to do and a heavy brain, he returned to his bed and immediately passed out.
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**Later that day — around noon**
Trav woke up to soft sunlight bleeding through the curtains.
The warm air and the scent of old wood gave him a sense of comfort… and unfamiliarity.
Wanting to clear his head, he wandered around the mansion.
He passed countless rooms: a luxurious tea hall, a sprawling library, and a training room.
But the most eye-catching of them all was one particular hall labeled:
**"The Glorious Archive of the Resonia Family"**
Inside were walls filled with portraits, relics, and weapons — a quiet monument to a long history.
Trav wandered slowly, taking everything in.
Among the displays, one weapon in particular stood out:
A black obsidian sword, mounted in the center of the room.
It pulsed with a faint, eerie gleam.
"This sword... it looks just like the one Guts used in that anime from Earth..." Trav mumbled.
"Ah, young master! What brings you here?" the familiar voice of the butler echoed gently from the hallway.
"I was just checking out the mansion," Trav replied, eyes still fixed on the blade.
"Ah, right. You lost your memories. That sword, specifically, belonged to the third-generation patriarch — *Revie Resonia*. He raised our family to its peak and fought side by side with Ardyn."
"Ardyn...? The one who founded the school I'm about to attend?"
"Yes, indeed. Ardyn was the hero who put an end to the rampage of *Lucen the Orc*. A legendary man.
Now then, we should head to the training room. There's only one week left before your admission to *Aidyn School of Singularity*. We must make sure you're well-prepared."
Trav nodded.
"Understood. Let's go."
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**Training Room**
"So this is the training room," Trav said, stepping inside and looking around.
"It is, young master," the butler confirmed.
"Before you lost your memories, you were quite passionate about archery."
"Archery, huh...? That sounds kind of boring, not gonna lie," Trav muttered with a shrug.
The butler chuckled, handing him a bow.
"Well, how about we start here and see what you remember?"
Trav stared at the bow for a moment before shaking his head.
"I've decided. I want to switch weapons. I'm going with daggers instead."
"Daggers? That's quite the shift," the butler replied, raising a brow.
"Why the change?"
"Because they're lightweight, fast, and easy to carry. I want to move swiftly — hit before they see me coming."
"That's the polar opposite of the third patriarch's style… are you sure?"
Trav smirked confidently.
"Weapons are just tools. With powerful magic, I'll be fine no matter what I wield, right?"
The butler chuckled, visibly impressed.
"You certainly have the spirit, young master. Very well. Let's begin your training."