1 Chapter 01
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Chapter 01
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Reincarnation and Transmigration.
Familiar concepts for many Weebs and Cedric Evans was no exception.
He was very familiar with these terms, although he felt as if it was he, and not a stranger, who should know them.
He found himself inexplicably on a hill, from where his view stretched to a colossal Tower, a City growing at its feet.
An overwhelming mixture of luck and stupidity enveloped him at that moment.
First of all, a quick introduction: Cedric Evans, was branded a delinquent for getting into a fight at school, defending a classmate from the abuse of older students.
He wasn't alone in this: four others joined him in supporting the class nerd, an endearing and fun guy.
It was because of this guy that Cedric immersed himself in the world of anime.
But something strange was manifesting itself: the memories invading his mind were not his own.
The waking body belonged to Jol Sylvaneir, a High Elf and, surprisingly, an Elf Prince.
These intrusive memories filled in the gaps in his own memories.
Jol was famous as the most formidable swordsman among the Elves, but he wanted more.
He believes he must seek out those who are stronger than him and grow by challenging them.
...There was more to the story, but Cedric/Jol wasn't interested in revealing all the details of his life.
About Jol, he was an exceptionally beautiful being, a beauty that could sometimes be mistaken for that of a woman.
His immaculate snowy skin contrasted with his tall, slender stature, his well-defined muscles in just the right place.
Meticulously groomed platinum blonde hair and heavenly blue eyes radiated a magnetic aura.
She was dressed in heavy steel shoulder pads, a vivid green mantle that reached down to her feet with gold details, high-quality elven robes, white gloves decorated with the White Jewels of Lasgalen, and sturdy metallic boots.
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'Honestly... it's Jol Sylvaneir now, I'll leave Cedric Evans in the past!'
Determined to fulfill Jol's life goal, he will become the most powerful and unrivaled swordsman beneath the skies!
With that resolution, he felt as if an invisible weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
However, his world had disappointed a divine being. God had randomly chosen someone from Jol's world, and that person was him.
The divine plan was for a teenager, Jol, to complete a Dungeon in another world. This was the condition for avoiding the destruction of his world.
It wasn't pleasant at all.
'Status.'
He called out in his mind, after all, talking to himself could generate curious and worried looks.
[Jol Sylvaneir]
Level: 1
Race: High Elf
HP: 100
MP: 1,000
Stats:
Strength: 10 (+3)
Endurance: 10 (+3)
Dexterity: 10 (+3)
Agility: 10 (+3)
Magic: 10 (+3)
Extra points: 0
Achievements: 2
As a result of becoming Jol, he acquired a deep understanding of the former possessor's abilities and skills.
Honestly, Jol felt tremendously weaker.
A 'Straight Sword' rested at his waist, belonging to Jol, the forearm resting on the hilt as if it were something natural.
An elven weapon made from the purest Mithril and the oldest branch of Laurelin, this was the Fulgoris Aeternus.
The description of the sword was imposing: a gleaming blade that emitted a silver light, refracting in iridescent tones under the glare.
Carved arcane symbols subtly captured the light, enveloping it in a translucent, ethereal aura.
The handle of the Fulgoris Aeternus was a detailed work of art, with exquisite carvings of ancient runes that glowed with golden radiance in the right hands. It transmitted a soft and comforting sensation, connecting the bearer to the very energy contained in the sword.
Decorative and intricate magical patterns adorned the blade, pulsing with latent energy, giving the sword a transcendent quality, as if they were in constant movement between reality and magic.
The tip of the blade ended in a gracefully stylized curve, adding an imposing elegance to this celestial weapon.
Honestly, if he decided to sell his possessions, he would probably easily become a very rich person.
'Show me my Achievements.' He asked his System.
[The Chosen One!]
Cedric Evans, you have been chosen to save your world. Rejoice!
Effect:
Speak-All: Master all languages.
[Elf Prince!]
You are special, even among your own kind.
Effect:
+3 In all statistics.
These effects were incredible.
'Show My Skills Page.'
[ Skills ]
- Transmutation [F]
- Hydrokinesis [F]
- Geokinesis [F]
- Aura [F]
As he visualized his abilities, a flood of knowledge invaded his mind like a tsunami.
With the flood of information, he absorbed the basics of how to use his new abilities.
Massaging his forehead due to a sudden headache, he continued exploring his abilities with one hand, protected by a white glove.
[Transmutation]
Level: F
Cost: 100 MP to use.
The user can alter or transform matter, energy, elements, and objects.
Destruction: Disrupt the existing structure.
Restoration: Restore the existing structure to its previous state.
Warping: Alter the existing structure.
[Hydrokinesis]
Level: F
Cost: 100 MP to use.
You can generate, shape, and manipulate water.
[Geokinesis]
Level: F
Cost: 100 MP to use.
You can generate, shape, and manipulate earth and 'earthy' elements.
[Aura]
Level: F
Cost: 0
Ability to envelop the user with energy. Can be used consciously or unconsciously for various purposes, such as intimidation.
Honestly, the skills were impressive in themselves.
Curious, he decided to test his skills in Geokinesis, ignoring the repulsion he felt.
Jol placed his hands on the ground and continued.
The pulsating energy of the earth responded to his call, giving rise to a spectacular spear. A mesmerizing sight, each fragment of earth came together in a harmonious dance until the spear was completely in front of him.
Determined, he picked it up, feeling the familiar, solid weight in his hands, a sensation that was manageable to a certain extent.
With confidence, he applied his Transmutation skill to the spear, seeking to make it even more resilient. The metamorphosis began, the earth reorganizing itself and turning into gleaming steel.
For a moment, a glimmer of success cheered him up, but it soon faded as the spear, vibrating intensely, crumbled into a cloud of dust.
Although momentarily disappointed, a spark of determination appeared. It was a sign to improve his technique, to master these powers that were beginning to reveal themselves.
Failure did not mean the end, but an invitation to perfection. With this mindset, he concentrated harder, preparing for the next attempt.
...
''Hehe.'' He laughed as he faced his greatest "enemy".
Tree-kun!
He spent a good few minutes testing his skills on the nearby trees and was surprised by the results.
A simple stone the size of a closed fist was enough to cause a great deal of damage.
Geokinesis proved to be a simple but incredibly powerful skill!
Just like Hydrokinesis, there was room for improvement.
Honestly, his happiest moment was when he realized that he no longer had to touch the dirty, impure ground. There was a certain influence on him, that much he was sure of.
The only skill he hadn't used yet was 'Aura'. It seemed to be something similar to Nen and Ki, something that needed a controlled space to be explored.
Following his knowledge as a Weeb, he recognized the world around him: Danmachi.
He didn't watch much, barely remembering six episodes. A friend recommended he read the novel, saying it was better than the anime.
It really was.
Bell, in the anime, just seemed like a whiny, annoying child.
In the novel, at least, he was less insufferable.
But regardless, he hated the place!
Should he join a family? For the time being, he didn't want to.
He didn't want to expose all his secrets to gods who were just looking for entertainment.
First, it would be better to enter the Dungeon to get some Valis and have somewhere to spend the night. He thought that would be the wisest course of action.
Secondly, he would go to the Guild. He needed to know if he had to be part of a Family to enter the Dungeon.
He regularly faced a "small problem": his appearance attracted considerable attention. By attention, he meant the blushing, admiring gazes of both sexes, amazed at his has a perfect, Golden-proportioned body.
The Elves... seemed to be the most affected.
As he passed, he noticed how they stopped to watch him, their eyes locked, mesmerized by his appearance.
He was like an enigma, arousing fascination and admiration wherever he went.
'Could this be an effect of my 'Aura'?' He asked himself, thinking of the need to find a way to deactivate it, if possible.
In any case...
Finally, he reached the outskirts of Orario after a short walk.
The sight was simply AMAZING!
The immense walls and the Tower of Babel rose majestically into the clouds.
A constant stream of people was entering Orario, and he joined them.
He headed for the Guild, remembering that it was close to Babel. As soon as he saw it, the marble building stood out.
He entered.
The place was relatively quiet, with a few adventurers busy with their own tasks, and nothing directly involving him.
Now, the question was: did he need to choose an advisor? Or was that decision not necessary?
Wait a minute! Did he need an adviser just to sell the ´´Magic Stones´´? It seemed unlikely...
In any case, he decided to just wait and watch. Taking a seat on an empty wooden bench, he picked up some notes from a table within reach.
They were guides for new adventurers.
They were there, gathering dust, suggesting that no one had bothered to read them.
A shame, since this information could have saved thousands of new adventurers.
But he wasn't them.
So he started leafing through the guides. There were about 10 pages, offering a detailed introduction to the Dungeon and its inhabitants.
The first page dealt with the dungeon itself and provided essential survival tips.
The second page contained a rudimentary drawing of a Goblin, with detailed information about its weaknesses and how to deal with a group of them.
The third page was about Kobolds, sharing similarities with Goblins, but highlighting their keen sense of smell and the state of rage unleashed when smelling the blood of a dead brother.
The fourth page was dedicated to weapons, suggesting that newcomers opt for light weapons, avoiding long swords.
The direct and almost crude text aroused his curiosity as to who had written it and why people didn't bother to read such valuable information for just a few minutes.
He supposed it might be a mixture of ego and arrogance that held them back.
Despite this, the pages were incredibly useful.
However, his appearance continued to attract attention...
Even the girls who attended to the adventurers occasionally cast glances in his direction.
Noticing the significant reduction in the number of people in the guild, Jol stood up calmly and headed towards Eina Tulle.
As he walked, a slight anticipation hung in the air, causing those present, of various races, to hold their breath.
Eina Tulle, with pointed ears and eyes as clear as emeralds, had brown hair with a natural shine, different from the immaculate purity of the elves, but just as captivating.
Her black guild uniform highlighted her unique beauty.
However, in front of Jol, he seemed to lack the stateliness, elegance, and majestic air that characterized him.
''Excuse me, Miss. I'd like to register as an Adventurer.'' Jol said with a warm smile, his voice as soft as a spring breeze.
Eina seemed to freeze at the request.
''Hi?'' Jol called out, maintaining his warm smile.
''Yes, yes, of course!'' Eina replied, rushing and blushing, her ears turning the color of radishes as she reached for the application form on her desk.
''Please fill in this form.'' Eina asked, unable to meet Jol's eyes.
After filling in his name, Jol Sylvaneir, his race, High Elf, and his age, 19, Jol realized that one step was missing.
''What about Falna and choosing a family?'' asked Eina, holding up a document.
''Are any families recruiting newcomers?'' asked Jol.
After some hesitation, Eina mentioned the goddess Hestia, but warned about the lack of members in her family due to a rumor about a debt to Hephaestus.
Grateful for the information, Jol didn't want to join Hestia's family because she had nothing to help him on his journey, and not only that, Jol wanted to keep his distance from the Protagonist as much as possible.
''Do you have to be part of a family to enter the dungeon?'' asked Jol.
''Although it's not necessary, it's highly recommended for new adventurers. In addition, there is a 15% fee for Cores however this is waived for Families.'' Eina explained.
''I understand, Miss Eina. Thank you very much. I intend to explore the dungeon without joining a family.'' Jol said with respectful thanks.
''My pleasure, Lord Jol.'' replied Eina, feeling her face flush.
As they left the guild, there was a buzz of excitement in the room, especially among the girls, who had slight blushes on their cheeks.
Outside...
Jol hurried towards the entrance to the dungeon, located on the first underground floor of Babel.
A huge circular room with a celestial painting on the ceiling reflected an almost lifelike scene of heaven.
The first floors, from the 1st to the 4th, were ideal for novice adventurers.
Jol recalled the guidebook's descriptions of the corridors and the types of monsters found on the second floors.
''Grrr~''
A low growl broke the silence, drawing Jol's attention.
In front of him stood a Kobold, one of the creatures known to inhabit the first four floors of the dungeon.
The being was approximately 1.5 meters tall and had a slender body, combining characteristics of a hyena with a humanoid figure. Its limbs were thin, almost skeletal, covered in rough, grayish skin.
An uneven layer of dark hair covered it, forming a shaggy mane around its neck and pointed ears.
Its yellow eyes shone with a furtive malignancy, seeming to scan Jol's every move with predatory interest. Its sharp fangs, bared in a constant snarl, indicated the creature's latent aggression.
Its curved posture and twisted clawed hands were ready for attack, and even with its relatively small stature, the kobold emanated an aura of imminent danger.
''So this is a kobold.'' Jol murmured, demonstrating his knowledge of the beings of the deep.
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