1 Chapter 1: NO MOTHER, I AM NOT ADOPTING MY GRANDFATHER.

After his reincarnation to this world of Magic and Body Cultivation in the body of the Fifth young master of the fallen noble house of WolfKing, Hagen was not out of place after he looked at all the magic stuff.

In fact, as a network engineer, he recognized almost all things as a primitive LAN network, with basic electronics and electrical concepts.

In this realm, the Spirit median feeds spirit energy to medians in a circular pattern, and after linking at least four medians, you could be an F Grade Cultivator.

And the options were a Mage or a Body Cultivator.

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{The Orkin Palace, Royal City.}

"Boi, What are you staring at? quickly thank 'His Grace', prodded General Albert to Hagen WolfKing, sucking up to The Duke as usual.

Hagen looked at the 10,000 gold coins the Minister of Treasury offered Hagen. Normally a Gold Coin is worth 1,000,000 copper coins. enough to sustain a mortal family of three for 5 years.

But the 'Telegraph Service' technology that Hagen had 'invented' was worth millions of gold coins possibly billions if implemented correctly

So, The Duke was low-balling Hagen with the 10,000 gold coins for the new 'Morse code communication jade Model' Hagen had created.

(You want to take my 'Telegraph Jade' Morse code protocol jades spell Model, which is worth billions of gold coins, and force me to sell it for 10,000 gold coins?)

'You're worth trillions in gold coins, if not more. Why are you so obscenely cheap and shameless?' Hagen mused quietly to himself.

It was not like he was not expecting it.

He was well aware that The Duke would attempt to take his technology.

Hagen had an encrypted backdoor bug planted in the {Morse Code Jade} he had given as a gift to the Duke.

He had, in fact, bugged every Morse code device he had created.

He'd come from a world where he understood that 'Information & Technology' were valuable assets that would be sought after by everybody.

Whether they do it underhandedly, as a form of competitiveness, or explicitly, as The Duke did.

Right now, force and strength are the only factors that distinguish Right from Wrong and Black from White.

The weak could only stand by and watch as the mighty walked over them, and Hagen, a "Rank F" magician, and his family were weak for the time being.

The Duke commanded a troop of a hundred thousand Mages and cultivators.

The Duke was a selfish and rich oppressor who employed a Rank A Mage and had 45 "B Rank Generals & Admirals, many of whom were also mages from the Mage Guild" and roughly 350 "C Rank Knight Commanders, many of whom were also mages from the Mage Guild."

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A few months ago.

{Castle Of House WolfKing}

"Did you just demand granddad to refer to you as "Godfather" because of the Jade stone inscription you made? How can you do that? If you don't apologize to him immediately now, your father will punish you harshly when he returns from his expedition ", Lady Lydia scolded, astonished by Hagen's attitude.

Hagen was in a coma for about a month after a horseback riding accident two months ago. He had died and then miraculously returned in a matter of seconds.

But something had changed Hagen; he wasn't the same naive, shy, and gentle Hagen he used to be.

Instead, he continued saying strange things all the time, grinned and chuckled creepily while lost in thought, and then abruptly bawled and wailed while holding her, her father, and any of his siblings who happened to be in his area at the moment.

After a while, he decided to spend the next few weeks in the manor's library.

He seems to have had an epiphany after emerging from there, creating a new brilliant technique to converse long-distance while conserving a lot of spirit stones.

It is a method of communication that does not require the use of actual alphabetical letters, speech, or even telepathy; instead, simple beeping noises were all that were required.

And now her Father, Hagen's Grandfather, was pouting in the corner because Hagen wouldn't let him play with his creation until he addressed Hagen as 'Godfather' and gave him the strange moniker "Consigliere." So he went and told his daughter about Hagen.

Hagen turned to face his grandfather, or rather the grandfather of the guy whose soul he had replaced.

When Hagen initially opened his eyes in this world, he was terrified of the strange circumstances he found himself in.

After listening to random discussions from individuals around him, he gradually started to grasp the world and his circumstances. He had been reincarnated.

This was the legendary reincarnation.

Unfortunately, he did not receive a system.

As for the cause for his random smiles and laughter, he recently discovered he now had a family, a whole set of relatives! A father, a mother, and four additional siblings! He also has two sets of grandparents and grandmothers.

He had lost interest in the system after failing to obtain a system.

Hagen grew up as an orphan, never having someone to call his own.

He grew up on the streets and was fortunate enough to be transferred to a technical college where he learned all about computers.

It landed him a position in a finance firm. No more begging or stealing food.

There will be no more dumpster fishing for leftovers.. he was happy and had enough to feed himself.

But as he grew older, he began to envy others who had families. If only he had one person to call family in the entire world.

He lived alone and died alone in his house at the age of 29 from overwork.

So all he wanted was to play the Morse code game with his grandfather using code names, but his grandfather didn't get the concept and snitched to Hagen's mum. Hagen adored and feared his mother.

"OK, mum, I'll apologize to grandfather," Hagen said.

"You also won't want me to call you Godfather and will let me play with that Morse code thing," Grandfather hollered from the room, a triumphant grin on his face.

Lady Lydia was glaring at him, so Hagen agreed unwillingly. The granddad flashed a nasty grin. "Boi, you're ten thousand years late in making me your godson."

I did not designate you as my godson. frustrated Hagen turned to face the smiling snitch, a "Grade A" Mage.

"Do you know, grandfather? "Snitches get stitches," Hagen muttered gently, out of his mother's hearing range.