THE SYSTEM

You must be thinking who these elves are and why they are laughing at me? Good question. Let me clear the doubt. Not only is my fate bad when it comes to which species or family I am born to, it is also shit when it comes to what my talent and abilities are.

Apparently, my mother, Rhea is one of the descendants of Avalon Blood. My father who also belonged to a powerful knight family, the Valeryon, married her after long term dating during their time in the university. Each of them wanted to work towards leading their respective forces to the top. My mother was a descendants of what remained of the Avalon family.

Although I destroyed the family itself ,I didn't destroy their legacy or collection. I didn't know what set in my mind back then. But the remnants must have managed to take a lot of their legacy with them, the rest of which must have been looted from them. Whatever my mother's ancestor managed to collect, was passed down generation after generation, in hopes for a worthy descendant.

I know what you are thinking right at this moment. You must be the said descendant they are waiting for, right? Well ,no. I am not. Atleast not from the memories I got from the owner of the previous body. He was a wastrel. My sister on the other hand was talented and powerful from a young age. Her achievements would have categorised her a genius even in my days. She managed to awaken a lot of bloodlines in her, especially the Elfen and Sword related bloodline. She was what we called as a Magic Swordswoman.

She not only managed to gain proper inheritance, but also awaken her memories of ancestor and hee talent was immense. Combine it with hardwork, and she was one of the top geniuses on which our family as well as the faction behind us had invested a lot of resources in.

What about me? I was basically a clown to her hero level talent. I am essentially a wastrel who was cast out of consideration from the faction of remnants Avalon groups and am supposedly leeching of my parents as I spend my waste of a life in the school like her.

To my surprised both siblings were quite young. Unlike my previous lives, technology enabled the civilization of now to train the young generation way before they used to. Awakening was carried out at nine years old as it was verified to be the most optimal age for mana reception. This used to be a state secret but now it was common knowledge. The war did change a lot of things.

Even the world power had changed. The world was now rule by the WAS, World Awakener Society. This was formulated post the last war and had the participation of every major species in it.

We can discuss a lot about them, but the situation as of now demands our attention to something else. I was yet to recover from the trauma of being transported into someone else's body, yet I was being bullied in a public avenue. I decided to ignore them, but they didn't want to let me go.

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"What happened Ragnar? Have you gone dead? Couldn't you hear us, you wastrel?" The group of semi-elves began to mock Ragnar.

Ragnar on the other hand chose to ignore them. Being ignored by someone like him didn't sit well with the leader of the group.

"I am talking to you bitch." The elf grabbed Ragnar's collar and raised him in air. Ragnar suddenly looked at him and the air around them changed.

"Put me down before I pluck those eyes out of its socket and feed it to you." Ragnar's eyes went cold and the atmosphere he extruded was so gruesome that the boy imemdiateky let him down and took a few steps back. He was soon pulled into reality by the laughter of everyone else. He was ashamed of the situation and when he tried to get his honour back, he found that Ragnar was walking away.

"You bastard. How dare you mock me like that?" He rushed towards Ragnar with the intention to hit him, but suddenly his hand wa grabbed and witha swift motion, a crack was heard as bones poured out of his skin and his hand broken into two.

Ragnar threw the bitch aside and continued to walk, ignoring his painful moans. Everyone watched this scene with horror in their eyes. How could the wastrel do something like this?

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"How can I be in a weak body like this? How can this be possible? What have I done to deserve the same fate twice? How can you just throw me here and make me climb back up? I have struggled my entire life and yet was betrayed by the very people I wanted to save. Now fate put me in a pathetic body like this bitch." Ragnar screamed while looking at the sky.

He then suddenly fell down, all exhausted from the recent usage of energy. He had used a small amount of energy to break that kid's hands, but even that was taxing for this body to the extent that it momentarily paralyzed him.

He was looking at the sky and wondering what he was going to do when, suddenly a translucent tab appeared right in front of him.

"The host is being scanned. Detecting mana overuse and drain. Host's body is paralyzed. Initiating the user registration."

"Registration complete."

"User name : Ragnar Avalon(Ragnar Grime/Avalon( past))

Level:1

Strength: 2

Endurance: 2

Agility: 2

Mana: 3

Intelligence: 10( 1000(locked/ancient/past memories)

Wisdom: ??

Ability: Body strengthening (F-rank)

Bloodline:

Troll (Low level awakening)

Elf(Dormant, mid-level conc.)

Dragon (Dormant, mid-level conc.)

Flame Fairy(Dormant, mid-level conc.)

Aqua Fairy(Dormant, mid-level conc.)

Wind Fairy(Dormant, mid-level conc.)

Rock Fairy(Dormant, mid-level conc.)

Metal Fairy(Dormant, mid-level conc.)

Illusion Fairy( Dormant, mid-level conc.)

Druid(Dormant, mid-level conc.)

Human Weapon Bloodline(Dormant,High-level conc.)

Giant Bloodline(Dormant, Mid-level conc.)

Flame-steel Dwarf Bloodline(Dormant, Mid-level conc.)

Demon Blood(Dormant, Low-level conc.)

Angel Blood(Dormant, Low-level conc.)

Ancient Beast Bloodline (unidentified, multiple traces, low-level conc.)"