Choo Choo

Six years have passed by since I reincarnated someone and, let me tell you, now I understand why gods like to reincarnate people. I watched him for the first half year just improve upon the A.I. chip by feeding it the ever-increasing magic in the air.

His core had to absorb it first and later turn it into safe to absorb energy for his soul. It's like blood transfusion because, if not matching, can lead to the body rejecting the energy and the energy trying to break out of the body.

I watched him so confident of speeding his growth when he first found out. He absorbed too much and almost instantly killed himself trying to process it in his magic core. Fucking hilarious!

He's lucky to still be alive, but his magic core was fucked. That's why I never gained one myself. The A.I. chip took some of the basic information I provided it and taught him how to manipulate the magic in the air.

I gave it basic information on aura magic I devised myself. In short you use energy to make changes in the aura of objects and people to change their traits. He manipulated the energy in the air to change the aura of a pill and turned it into a magic pill to keep himself alive and fix his fucked up magic core.

He spent a year after that going through his memories with the A.I. and picking out technology advancements he could use to make money. Every time it would explode in his face and I would laugh at his misery.

He made what he wanted and published them under his foster father's struggling business. With him being a useless fuck in his previous life he had nothing to contribute but the A.I. he wished for. His dependency on it reminds me of the dependency the legendary heroes had on the leveling system.

The only time he used his head was in deciding to dedicate two weeks improving his chip for everyone week he used it. This basically doubled the rate of which it learned.

Other than that, in these six years I've continued my cleansing sessions with Gaia and caused the wizards to freak out because the muggles have been influenced by her recovery. The birth rate of muggle born wizards increased. This was both good and bad for the magical community, good because there are too many muggle-born to brainwash and control, bad because the older houses are getting antsy with how many pop up.

In America there is an ever-growing community of muggle born wizards that know nothing of the already existing one. They're going through magic revolutions and should pass the existing community in terms of knowledge this year. I may or may not have made deals with some of the leaders. They advance in magic sweats and I give them basic magic knowledge. It's a trade that occurs every year and I already have a mountain of sweats in the gate.

Now I'm on the train with my three sisters and Harry sitting across from us.

"I almost died.", he said.

"Yeah that was the best.", I tell him, and my sisters start giggling. His cheeks light up a nice shade of red from embarrassment.

"We saw it and had it recorded.", Sophia says. He turns a bit pale from the thought of others getting their hands on a video of him being a fuckup.

"Mother walked in on the laughter and took a day off work to watch it with us.", Fitoria said and he jumped to ask.

"Who?", he's hoping it wasn't someone important, but his dreams were crushed when his A.I. informed him who our mother is.

He just laid there in defeat and waited for the sweat cart to arrive.

"What do you think their chocolate frogs are like?", he asks to change the topic. He looks exited to try a magical treat he's only read about.

"Not as good as the sweats in my gate. We got exquisite magic pastries from America that refill in seconds.", I say as I take out some flaky jam pastries filled with golden apple jam.

We bite down on them while he's thinking about the golden red portal I pulled them out of.

"What was that portal?", he asks.

"My own Gate of Babylon. Better than the original because it can refill and restore in seconds.", I reply in bliss from the taste of the sweat jam coating my tongue.

There's a knock at the door and it swings open to reveal a daddy's boy with a punch-able looking face. He says something about boys that live and is probably gay for someone on the train. I don't judge people about their sexuality, but I don't like the way he's looking at me and my sisters. Condescending prick.

He leaves when Harry points in the direction he came from and a girl with brown hair shows up talking about a toad boy. Harry uses a magic spell from the aura school of magic that takes a mental image and summons an object that has a matching aura.

Aura and the properties of an object are interconnected, so you can deduce the general aura by knowing what it looks like.

It comes flying in the room and I disrupt his spell so that it smacks him in the face for being a showoff.

All the girls laugh at this and the girl who introduces herself as Hermione starts asking questions about how he did that without a wand. He's going on about a wise empress that taught him the basics of a new form of magic and how he advanced it by himself.

He glances at me throughout the conversation to make sure I'm not upset about him spewing bullshit and can see I have a grin that only a demon can. I'm going to enjoy destroying him for going after girls that just turned eleven. Horny bastard!

Hermione leaves and I use word magic on the door so no one will enter and no sound escapes. I'm going to beat the pedophile out of him!