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“Reincarnation Online: The Second Life of Fantasy, Excitement, and Wonder.”

Seeing the title of the “VR” product–a “Virtual Reality” game–he felt it resonate with something within him as he stared at his monitor.

However, virtual reality had evolved from just an ocular augmentation to something that was able to completely augment all senses of a person’s mind, allowing them to fully immerse into new settings.

But, even above that, “Reincarnation Online” was touted as an experience that was quite literally a new reality.

Reading the article, it seemed like less of a game and more of a ticket into another world entirely. As he scrolled down the page, he clicked on video embedded on the page:

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It was entirely black.

There was no body he possessed, as if solely inhabiting a consciousness amidst a void bearing nothing but total darkness.

For a moment, it was nothing but complete silence in this void; deprived of all senses, his thoughts felt hazy.

What…is this? He thought.

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Over the past few months, he adamantly tried to conquer his status as an “infant”, though it was more difficult than he gave it credit for.

He was mostly left to the whims of his parents, only able to cry out when needing something as his small tongue and vocal chords weren’t developed much yet.

Walking was a difficult task with his uncoordinated baby body, but he didn’t mind it–this ended up with him being carried by Treyna a lot, who always kept him close to her chest.

There was nothing that could ruin his joyous bliss in this new life–after all, he had a functional body.

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There wasn’t much to do at his young age; his parents were still overly protective of every little action he took, though he didn’t blame them nor did he really mind it.

While sitting and reading a book, Julius watched in surprise, witnessing his young son studying away at the text.

“…You can read already, Emilio?” Julius asked, kneeling down beside him.

He nodded with a smile, “Yeah.”

At first, this language seemed foreign to me, but I picked it up quickly. I wonder if it’s a special skill or something? He pondered.

“That’s amazing!” Julius laughed proudly, “I knew a son of mine would be amazing!”

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[Three Years Later | Age 10]

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

“C’mon, Emilio! Swing back!”

Julius called out, swinging the wooden sword rapidly as he held his own training blade up like a shield, being pushed back as he backpedaled across the front yard.

“Ngh–I can’t when you’re being so aggressive!” He whined.

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It was easy to tell why magic was so difficult for people to grasp: there were hardly any real, tangible instructions given.

The very first entry in the grimoire was the pre-information needed to understand magecraft itself.

‘Mana is no different than one’s own life essence. It’s drained when we’re exhausted, it’s filled when we eat. Just as we burn through energy by tending to a field or swinging a sword, we burn through mana to manifest magic. The incantations are engrained with the true visualization of a spell; they help one to completely imagine that which they wish to manifest. However, it’s possible to bypass the need for words bringing your magic to life. However, that’s something one should focus on much later in their tenure as a mage.’

Still, the knowledge flowed into his mind seamlessly as he glanced over the first page that caught his mind:

“Wind Blast.”

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With the complete embodiment of the spell interlaced with his thoughts, he kept his hand forward with his intentions clear: to part the fallen leaves.

Come…Wind Sphere, he thought.

His eyes were still closed as he invoked the magecraft through his mind with a hope unlike that of an ignorant child’s; he didn’t know whether it had worked or not yet, but against his palm, he felt a brisk wind.

So deeply believing in the flow of wind in all aspects, the unmistakable feeling of a stable breeze was something he couldn’t perceive as real or not until he parted his eyelids.

Fwoosh.

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