The Beginning Of The Ruler
Chapter 04: My Life Now
WHITE POV REYNOLDS:
Baby boy!
I'm so glad we have a son. I wonder when babies can start practicing? When do I start practicing again? Gosh, I can't wait to teach my baby boy all about magic! I wish he turned into an augmenter like his old pops. I may know the basics of magic, but I can't do anything practical with it except use it as a form of mental exercise.
Samantha, on the other hand, is one of the most talented people I have ever seen. Even as an Emitter, he was incredible. Back then, after she agreed to date me, she joined my party and we went on a mission together. His restorative power was incredible, but what surprised me the most was the time he used an area effect spell, which healed all the allies within. Talk about the only one! And I'm her husband!
Hehe. I'm still not tired of saying that.
Back in the good old days before we had to settle down, we would go to the Beast Glades and hunt the Mana ferocious beasts. Mana Beasts are a variety of unique animals and creatures born with the ability to absorb mana into their bodies and create their own mana cores, which we call beast cores.
The animal core has an unlimited number of uses, making it extremely valuable and highly sought after. Of course, the higher a Core class beast was, the more valuable they were. Mana beasts are classified anywhere from class E (Tame-fed bulls used for meat and leather), to your SS-class monsters. I can't tell you much about that, either, just because I've never seen or heard of it, but supposedly they do exist.
As a rule of thumb, you should always assume that Mana Beasts are stronger than humans of the same class. Just because, even if we take mana out of the equation, the physical body of a savage beast is much stronger than the average human.
While Beast Glades are dangerous, as long as you are careful and do not get lost, it is quite easy to keep yourself out of trouble. More powerful ferocious beasts tended to be deeper in underground caves such as dungeons or closer to the Glades core. The first few tens of kilometers around the Beast Glades are mapped quite well, and as long as you are at least a C-class adventurer, you will be fine.
Every now and then, there would be mounted missions that required several groups of adventurers. It was usually to try to clean up and map out more difficult basements that had not been fully explored yet. If a mana beast had the power to make its own nest and had which ferocious beast to serve it, then you could bet there were treasures to be obtained.
I told my son Art all about this life, told him this and more so that I could brainwa… encouraged her to at least gain experience as an adventurer as she grew older.
I don't know what I'd do if little White never woke up. Oh God, no matter how long, as long as he can train to be a witch of any kind, I will be a proud and happy father.
It was quite easy to know what type of mage one would have when they woke up, because when the Augimenter, Magician, and Seviant formed a translucent barrier, Mana behaved differently around them during that time.
The Augimenters, when they first awaken, form a kind of repellent force around the barrier, signifying that they have a dominant Mana channel in their body. Magician, on the other hand, form a mana void around them, which means that their Mana vein is much more dominant. Of course the level of thrust and style of the vacuum cleaner depends on their talent in both categories.
I didn't mean to brag, but when I first woke up, at the early age of twelve, by the way, I was sleeping and the thrust made me float for a few minutes! Enough strength to lift the human body?
If it wasn't for that time, I'm sure we wouldn't have calmed down this fast.
After all, once he wakes up, I will train him. If she ends up being a witch, I think I can give her a tutor from the main city because Samantha and I are not proficient enough to teach her…
…What did I say but …
*EXPLOSION!*
Currently, 3/4 of the house is missing …
What the hell's going on?
Fortunately, I was with Alice in the front yard for a while after dinner, but. White Little is still home…
"ARTHURS!"
Samantha's face bled out as I watched her pale, eyes widened in disbelief and worry. I pushed my wife down while covering her with a temporary shield that would last for a few minutes.
I rushed towards the direction of the explosion, protecting my body with a layer of mana on top of my skin. Debris was constantly thrown towards me as I reached deeper into the source of the explosion. After struggling through the remains of my house and a few chunks of stone, I saw it.
My son has a translucent barrier that looks flickering around him. Better yet, the rejection of his awakened power was the cause of this explosion. He was floating in the middle of a crater that cleared 3/4 of our house, as well as our entire backyard.
Ha ha's…
My legs gave up and I just landed on my knees while my jaws hung loose. My son was almost three when he woke up. Just three…
I didn't know I had to laugh or cry
"Reynolds! Honey!"
I glanced back at my wife with my mouth still agape in shock. He managed to slowly walk towards me after the remnants of the explosion settled down and there was no longer any danger.
He made half a step towards me, covering his face with his hands to protect what he could from the powerful thrust force that was still coming out of Art.
"Reynolds! What the hell's going on? What the hell's going on? Where's Art?"
Still unable to find the strength to speak, I simply pointed towards our son.
Confused, he looked in the direction I pointed and all he could whisper was, "Jeez …"
ARTHUR WHITE POV:
Wow I feel great!
Feeling refreshed at my breakthrough, I closed my eyes to feel my newly formed Mana Core. My sweet little Mana Core!
"ART! OH MY BABY! Are you all right?"
I saw my mother rushing towards me while my father was kneeling on the ground.
What did he do this time that caused him to be punished by mother?
I managed to squeal, "Mom, don't cry. What's up?"
She did not answer me and continued to cry while hugging me. My father arrived next to her, patted her on the back and also patted my head, giving me a faint smile.
After a moment of confusion, I kept my head away from my mother's chest and I looked around to see that we were standing in the middle of a giant crater, with most of our house missing.
… What the fuck is this?
Who did this? Who would dare to destroy the house of a King?! The perpetrators will regret this day! I will hunt them day and night and not rest until…
"Congratulations, dear Art. You're awake, Champ."
"…"
"…"
I'm doing this?
In my old world on Earth, a similar phenomenon occurred when a young man woke up. A clear barrier appeared around the awakened one and a small thrust force would surround the barrier. However, I suspect that the repulsive force in this world is much stronger because of the mana in the atmosphere, something that does not exist on Earth.
As the King of integrity, I decided to apologize for this situation.
"Sorry Mom, Dad. Am I in trouble?"
"Haha.. No Art darling, you're not in trouble. We're just worried about you. I'm glad you're okay." My mother managed to laugh with her half-glazed eyes.
My idiot father, on the other hand, was much more excited.
"My son is a genius! Waking up at less than three years old! This has never happened before! I think I'm fast, but geez!"
So for a moment the picture-perfect atmosphere broke out when a passing neighbor shouted, "What the hell is this?!"
"Haha, we better clean up this mess," my father said with a grin, rubbing the back of his head.
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A few weeks have passed since then. We decided to keep my resurrection a secret for now. My father managed to contact some of his past Adventurer party members to help rebuild the destroyed part of our house while we stayed at a nearby inn. With the sorcerers raising the ground for the foundation and the Augimenter doing the menial work, the house didn't take too long to finish. Magic beauty! Surprisingly, none of my father's former party members questioned why our house exploded.
That seems to speak volumes about my idiot father.
In the middle of reconstructing our house, my birthday arrived (9 February). My parents woke me up that morning with a gift, and what looked like a piece...roti(?) in their hands.
Uh! That's cake!… It would be easier to say if it wasn't black.
Opening the gift box to find the carefully carved wooden sword, I hugged my parents, thanking them for the gift and the cake.
It surprised me because my parents didn't bother to celebrate my last two birthdays, so I assumed the world wasn't really celebrating such an occasion. Later I learned that birthdays are celebrated starting at the age of 3 because of a tradition since time immemorial when babies were more prone to death before the age of three.
How about medieval?.
Another thing I'm interested in paying attention to.
Seeing children, as well as teenagers working on farms with their families and forging as apprentice blacksmiths made me realize that there is no compulsory form of structured education system. Any kind of primary education is provided by their families (Only basics like reading and writing).
As soon as I was three, my mother started teaching me lessons for a set time, teaching me how to read and write. Playing the role of a genius child, I pretended to learn quickly, for his pleasure, so I could read books louder in the library without arousing suspicion.
These last few weeks have passed in an instant. After waking up, my father taught me the basics of Mana manipulation and how to start training in it as best as possible. He tried to simplify it as much as possible so that a toddler could understand, I guess, but if it wasn't for my adult-level comprehensive ability, I don't think I would be able to sustain much.
The basics are as follows:
An easy way to find out how to measure your strength lies in the color of your Mana Core. Starting from, the mana nucleus would turn black, as the body's blood and other impurities mixed with mana particles as they formed into the Mana Core. When the mana inside one's body became purer and the impurities filtered out over time, it would turn into a pale red color. From there, the color of the Mana Core would become brighter; from pale red, to red, and then to bright red.
The order is as follows: black, red, orange, yellow, silver, and then white.
From the core mana red to the core mana yellow, the color is divided into three colors (Old Orange, Solid Orange, Young Orange). The rule of thumb, the brighter the color of the Mana Core, the purer the Mana Core and the more power they would access.
While the lessons with my father proved to be beneficial, I became impatient with our steps. I asked mom a few days later, "Mom, can I get a book on magic?"
Since my mother still has some connections in the Guild Hall (Adventurer Guild), she managed to obtain a considerable collection of books on basic mana manipulation, as well as fighting with different weapons. Some of them were just books with simple words and mostly basic drawings of how Mana was summarized, but I ignored them. My mother looked at me strangely because the books I saw were on a higher level. He assumed that I would not even be able to understand most of the words there and tried to persuade me to read some simpler books, saying that it would be easier to understand, he said, but he finally gave up.
Ordinary days would involve taking reading and writing lessons from my mother and adding training with my father. After he discussed the basic theory and application of Augmentation, we began physical exercise. Seeing how much my body was too small to start the sparring, we opted for running, and body training. I thought seeing my three-year-old body trying to do push-ups would be the funniest thing, but my father did a good job of holding back his laughter.
When I don't take any of these lessons, I usually remain cooped up in the newly upgraded library, reading and meditating to further condense and purify my mana core.
As the years went by with not much going on outside of my usual schedule, my father was talking while we were having dinner one night.
"Darling, I think it's time we made Art the right mentor."
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