Chapter 2

The cliche troupe where the main character reincarnated or transmigrated in a different world happened to him.

But he couldn't feel happy about it. Unlike those characters who were mainly orphans and had no detachments to their previous world, he had a family. Not like a wife and kids, he was not at the age where he would think of creating his own family, but he was thinking about his mother and father who raised him.

How devastated would they feel?

So he was not happy at all about his situation. And more than anything else he was about to be killed by a level 1 crook! A fucking rabbit!

He had nothing on him, no weapons or anything, no power he could feel, nor a system that would help him grow.

Just as he said that a transparent panel appeared before his eyes.

Name: Evander Maximillian

Class: —

[Parameters]

Strength -> —

Endurance -> —

Agility -> —

Mana -> —

Luck -> E

Phantasm -> —

[Personal Skills]

Projection -> —

[Phantasm]

Unlimited Blade Works -> —

'I have a system? At least this is a good news.' He sighed in relief from finding something that could help him in this world. Maybe, just maybe he could return to his family.

He continued checking out but apart from what he saw there was nothing else.

'Unlimited Blade Works? It sounds cool. Projection? Project what? Am I a projector now? And is E rank good? Nothing has a rank apart from my luck so I must be quite lucky right? Is it the E of Extraordinary? No matter how little the chance is let's hope that E is the highest rank possible. Fingers crossed.' He hoped and finally went on to try out his skill and phantasm.

'But how do I use them? Is just thinking of them enough? Let's try it. Projection!'

He held his hand out and thought of using it but nothing happened. "Ugh do I have to shout? Projection!" He shouted but nothing happened still.

"How do I use it dammit? Let's try the other one then. Maybe this one is thought sensitive."

'Unlimited Blade Works!' Nothing happened.

"Dammit! Unlimited Blade Works!" And it worked. The forest where he had been before disappeared from his eyes as an illusory fire appeared and engulfed everything leading to the emergence of an empty grassland bathed in twilight from extended horizon and with skies that were filled with monolithic black gears gyrating in the distance appeared in his vision.

There was nothing as far as his eyes could see, it was just an empty land.

"Uhh maybe I am interpreting it wrong but where are the blades? Shouldn't there be blades here? Its name says Unlimited BLADE Works for fuck's sake!" He shouted out loud but no reply came. 'Maybe I should search for them?' With that he went on to search for something to find in this grassland.

After a while his feet hit something, he looked down and picked it up to see what it was.

"A fruit knife?" It was a familiar fruit knife. He had used this before. And somehow he was able to know everything starting from its make to when, how and by whom it was used before.

He saw the machines that made the knives in batches until him that bought it from a store who used it to peel some peaches because he couldn't touch them with his bare hands.

"Wow! I'm in a different world probably filled with monsters but I don't have to fear because I have a fruit knife! Fuck!" He threw it away in anger and started looking around for anything else but he could find were kitchen knives that he used.

'Do I have to use something for it to appear here? But what do I do with this place? Do I grab a few fruit knives before fighting a creature just so I can throw them at it?'

While he was lamenting in self pity, he felt something click within his being. It felt like something finally fell in place as he felt a connection with this grassland.

He could feel every blade of grass, and also every knife that was stuck in ground.

With a thought they all rose up and hovered in air. 'Holyshit! That's awesome!' And with a thought he fired them in a random direction.

They followed his command sometimes he would just fire them at random, sometimes he would summon one to his hand, hell he even drew a penis on the sky with the knives. 'Heh, Nice.'

He felt satisfied with his experiment as he cancelled the phantasm that vanished just like it came, and with it pain assaulted his senses.

"Gah!" He crouched down from pain that felt like he was being ripped to shreds.

His tears dropped like waterfall but he couldn't stop the pain it went on and on until it finally stopped.

"Huff huff dammit." He didn't have a single wound apart from the scratches that were left by the rabbit so his pain wasn't physical.

But he didn't have to think about it much because he knew where it came from. It was from the ability he just used, his Phantasm, Unlimited Blade Works.

To be specific, the pain came from the knives that broke while he was shooting them at random. They were still broken while he was there but as soon as he cancelled the ability, they went on to be repaired automatically and his low mana reserves wasn't enough to repair them in one go so he had bear the pain that came with him depleting his mana.

'Couldn't I get a warning first?' He laid down for a while to catch his breath and when he was finally comfortable, he stretched his hand as a familiar knife appeared in it.

He learned how to use the Projection. He couldn't do so because he had no connection with the Phantasm but now that he did, he could project them in reality through projection.

It was not all, he could project anything he had seen before. Quality would be trash but he could actually project them in reality.

Well, as long as his mana allowed that is. Even if he had enough mana to sustain them for an hour, they would disappear in a few minutes because they were mere projections after all.

Maybe after he became better at using them, they could stay longer.

But even as he is now, as long as he invoked UBW, they would stay forever unless they broke.

He could project anything related to the concept of a 'blade' with a cheaper cost and a higher efficiency because they would be 'recorded' in UBW but for the others, cost was at least two-three times more.

These were his abilities and he had to use them to the best if he wanted to go home one day.