Reincarnator.

As Haruto wallowed in his pessimism, he hadn't noticed it yet.

There was a strange fellow not far from where he stood.

| Hello Archibald. Can you hear me? |

The voice sounded feminine and a tad ominous.

Although he wasn't in the form of Archibald, he was still referred to as such.

("Umh, yeah I can hear you...")

It was a strange phenomenon, but at the time he didn't necessarily need to speak, in order to be heard.

("I guess I'm gonna have to ask, who are you?")

Haruto didn't feel comfortable. Not one bit.

He was already insecure with his body as it was, and now he had to stand in the middle of nowhere, naked.

Still and all, his dignity had been hurt way more than this.

("Why am I even asking, either way she's bad news..")

He stroked his chin.

| Humans tend to call the incomprehensible evil... |

The strange fellow emerged from the fog.

It was a girl.

She possessed very long, wavy, pastel black hair that extended all the way down to her feet. Additionally, she had a small ahoge, which added to her unique appearance. Her eyes were large and red, with no visible pupils. Her skin had a peachy hue and her build was slight, giving her a child-like appearance.

In truth, Haruto should've been surprised but the source of his amazement was how flat she was.

("She's a loli?")

| I suppose that's what they'd call my appearance in your world. |

Tap! Tap!

She walked atop the small water surface.

Having reached within three meters of Haruto, she decided it was best to introduce herself.

| But, a loli isn't an accurate description of my true nature. |

In all honesty, that was the only description Harutoʼs mind could make up. He had the urge to see her panties.

| You can look at them if you want... |

She could clearly read his mind within this domain.

The moment the girl said these words Haruto fell to his knees.

("You're too generous!")

After some minutes of ground-level observation went by, his satisfaction bar was at its peak.

Also, his countenance described him to be at peace at the time.

The girl seemed to have no problems with it, in her opinion it didn't necessarily matter.

| It may seem arrogant, but you could describe me as a God. I'm the Demon Blade God. Muramasa. |

He found this absolutely strange. To him, it wasn't really arrogant. That, or he wasn't so religiously inclined enough to care about blasphemy.

What made it strange was that the name: Muramasa, had a Japanese story behind it.

Withal, he reserved his opinion.

| I have to say Archibald... You're trash. |

That escalated quickly.

How does one even respond to such a vague statement. Haruto didn't know what he'd done "specifically" to earn such a derogatory nomenclature.

Before he could speak, Muramasa added:

| You messed up. Your friend just died and you're in the presence of a God, but all you can think about are my panties. Maybe it's because you're not on great terms with the family you were reincarnated to, who have been showering you with love. Or maybe you're just a pervert. Who knows? All I know is that you need to get your priorities straight. |

She was absolutely right, but it was a hard pill to swallow.

Seemingly, he couldn't take anything seriously.

This was one of the flaws that caused him to become a shut-in.

This flaw destroyed his life as Haruto Sakamoto.

("Wait! How do you know all these things?!")

It bothered him. Was she omniscient?

After all, she knew Velrossa was killed by the orcs. Also, she was aware of his argument with his parents. And what supposed to be his closely guarded secret, she knew he was a "Reincarnator."

| Listen up, because I've got a story to tell you. You see, I've been keeping an eye on you ever since you reincarnated. And let me tell you, I was intrigued from the get-go. Most reincarnators are a pain in the ass for the Gods to deal with, but you were different. Sure, your magic skills weren't top-notch, but that didn't matter to me. Because what you lack in magic, you make up for in pure strength. And to top it off, you've got the Technique God's blessing on your side. I mean, come on, what's not to love? So, let's cut to the chase. I want you on my team. Trust me, you won't regret it. |

Technique God? Indeed, Haruto heard his name once from Milim.

When she told the story about Azazoth the God of Trickery.

It's no surprise that Haruto wasn't wanted. His own family didn't want him so why would a God want him.

Haruto hadn't said a word. All this was too much to take in.

It was hard to tell if his reincarnation was just an imagination from his actual comatose state or the real deal. The latter, he hoped.

| The things about you, I've noticed it all. You're not like the other reincarnators. |

She smiled deviously.

("So there really are others like me?")

Definitely, he wasn't anything special. But he'd still like to believe so.

| Well, let me tell you something. You may have been a shut-in, hardcore gamer in your past life, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. In fact, it's one of your biggest advantages, or as some might say, hax. I mean, you've conquered fantasy worlds in your games, so why can't you do the same in this world? And let's be real here, just looking at you now, I can tell you've got what it takes to seize the world. You're my hand-picked reincarnator after all. So yeah, the thought of you taking the world turns me on? Don't be surprised. Get ready, because it's about to become a reality. |

The excitement momentarily caused her to moan.

A force of habit, but this made Haruto subconsciously wear his perverted face.

| It's the main reason I protected you. |

Confirmed. It wasn't his thirst for blood that summoned the divine artifact.

She simply just wanted to save him.

His eyes widened on the realization that the sword and the girl shared the same voice.

("But I guess that won't last much longer huh? After all I'm returning back to my shitty life..")

The statement was absolute horseshit to Muramasa.

It genuinely made her laugh.

| Back to your shitty life as a masturbating pig glued to his computer all day? Heck no! This here is your astral projection... Your true self. |

His physical body wasn't in any danger either. One could classify this as a dream. But it wasn't.

This was his ascension to the Second Firmament.

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There are three Firmaments in all.

The normal races and demigods existed on the Third Firmament. As such they required mind, body and essence to exist there.

On the Second Firmament, what was required was the mind and soul which was what he used to communicate currently. Here, all the Gods existed as mind and essence. As such, they could assume whatever appearance they saw fit.

The final was the First Firmament, this was where the Technique, Life, Death, Mana and Creation God reside. They existed only as essence or in other words, a sentient soul.

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He was relieved. This life he cherished so much wasn't at an end yet.

("At least it isn't over yet..")

Silently, Muramasa watched him.

It didn't take long for him to feel uncomfortable.

Notwithstanding, she had her reasons. She could clearly see how glad he was not to be returning to his world.

Most reincarnators who have piqued the interests of a God get the chance to either be granted a "True name" or return to their world. And as excited as the concept of a magical world could be, they end up picking the latter.

But not him, she could see he had made this new world his home.

| Basically, it may seem like a game to me but to you it should mean everything. Of all the reincarnators of a particular generation, one is selected to become an existence of the Second Firmament. |

There were two terminologies Haruto had to ponder.

Reincarnator and Second Firmament.

He wondered how many of them there were in this world, and what exactly was the Second Firmament.

Unfortunately, when he asked, Muramasaʼs words were:

"For now, that has nothing to do with you... Focus on primary goal, and that's starting off your journey with a bang."

He didn't understand what her literal intentions were with those words.

("Pardon?")

The arch of hair above his eyes rose, he wore an inquisitive expression.

| Isn't it obvious, you're eleven now right? I'd advise you to make a request to leave the house. |

("That's definitely not gonna happen, I'm still a kid.")

As though she was disappointed, Muramasa lowered her head prior to the utterance of an exasperated sigh.

| You're mistaking the world you came from with this world. Here, at the age of 15 you're basically an adult. And I wouldn't tell you to make this request of your parents if I didn't know what I was doing. |

It was obvious she had a plan, Haruto simply hard to trust her.

That part seemed much more difficult. Muramasa seemed like a shady persona to him.

("Why can't I stay home? Why is it imperative I leave..")

He had a point.

Aside from him still being too young, there wasn't any urgent reason that would require him to aimlessly adventure.

| If you stay at home, you'll never polish your skills. And if you want a boring life, you can have it but I sure as hell won't need you for anything. |

Fine by him. Haruto wasn't bothered one bit, he preferred it that way.

In respect to that, he requested that he be returned back to his physical body. He showed no interest in a needless departure.

| Well that's a shame, you might have gotten to meet Sakura in this world. Last I heard... Sheʼs a reincarnator. |

That confirmed it. Sakura also died that same day Haruto did.