The Reincarnation Project

[Well, you probably can't trust me. At least, not yet, but I can still help you out a bit.]

Michael frowned at those words. "How can you help me? I can already take care of myself." He told that invisible person that was watching his every move.

[Is that so? Do you think your meager sword skills or your rudimentary understanding of Magic will be enough to tide you over until you reach the peak? Puh-lease! I can give you instant access to all sorts of magic, grimoires, and other equipment.]

Although there was no voice to support his thoughts, Michael believed that whoever it was that was sending him these messages looked down on him and was full of disdain toward him.

[Indeed, you are right! How would I ever see you as something below me when you are that weak?! In fact, I am leaving, but I will leave you a parting gift. You better have made some good use of it by the time I come back to check up on you!]