Chapter 1 (1/2)

sted on May 16, 2015 by Ziru

I Became Like This After Reincarnating

Why did this happen?

No, really, why did this happen?

There was white-colored room.

The ceiling was also white, same with the floors and the walls; is this place a gym? There was someone else there with me.

She was beautiful and wore an Indian sari, with a bindi on her forehead. You could say that her beauty was peerless.

“Eeeh~, you have my condolences. You died.”

She said so in a pitiful manner.

There was a great disastrous incident.

I saved a lot of people, but was exhausted in the end.

“Honestly, the strength of your tempered soul is magnificent. For saving so many other humans in those circ.u.mstances, you will receive a considerably large reward for your next life.”

She said something about reincarnation. Come to think of it, who is she… no way, a G.o.d?

“No, I am the General Administrator. If you were to say it using j.a.panese values, I’d probably merely be an unimportant piece among the myriad of G.o.ds.”

Returning to her story, she spoke.

“Please reincarnate into an alternate world.”

I was surprised.

With a face of regret, she explained why I couldn’t return to Earth.

“The amount of humans now on Earth has increased too much, a strong soul like yours is needed to reincarnate. Moreover, to wash away memories from the soul, a large amount of strength is necessary.

She continued speaking without overlooking anything.

“Yes, if you reincarnate into the alternate world in this way, to a certain extent you’ll be able to keep your memories when you are reborn. That sort of thing isn’t too unusual though, since up to now every person there has been reincarnated from Earth.”

I see. In that case, what kind of world would I reincarnate into?

“I can’t speak in detail, but it is a world of swords and magic.”

Swords.

My heart was roused. Memories were recalled.

Just about my entire life was used to polish my skills.

Swinging a bamboo sword, swinging a wooden sword, growing stronger and swinging a katana, gruesomely training with a lance. Dancing with a knife.

I accomplished two things in life. Both were struggles of life and death, fulfilling the time I had.

And so, that is how I lived. Polis.h.i.+ng the art of killing, though ironically saving many lives in the end.

If the world was at war, this time I would likely deprive others of their lives.

Although I’m a little worried about magic, everyone has it after reincarnating.

“There seems to be no objections? Then, please accept this reward.”

In that world, there appears to be things called Gifts and Skills.

As the names suggest, Gifts are things you were naturally born with, while Skills are acquired.

For instance, the former could be described as something like a predisposition to build muscle easier, or endurance against disease and toxins, or on top of that there seems to even be eternal youth.

The latter is more simple. Swordsman Skills and Magic Skills, among others. Though there’s nothing that could be done but to put in great effort from birth, since I am keeping my memories after reincarnating, I’ll start with an advantage.

“Your reward is to have one thousand and twelve points. Well then, please choose.”

A semi-transparent screen appeared in front of me. There were various items that seemed to be Gifts on it, with a number next to it. Those were probably the necessary points to select them.

Body enhancement, magic enhancement. Furthermore, there were levels next to these. The grade of strengthening, I guess. Because I have one thousand and twelve points, correspondingly, if I were to enhance my body to the maximum for example, not even one percent would be expended.

The screen scrolled just by thinking about it. While scrolling, there was eternal youth and disease immunity. Even so, they would use half of my points to learn. I ignored natural sword talent and the like as I already had them. In a world of wars, mere sword skills would not be anything important.

And then I saw entries that required one thousand points. My mouth fell open.

Demi-G.o.d. Immortal. Revolution. Angelic Wings. Born Ruler. The reward was the one thousand points to acquire these.

However, because the ability to acquire it depended on the quality of the soul and mine was a reward, I didn’t feel worthy.

“After tempering yourself in life, this is a benefit for reincarnating into an alternate world, as well as for saving so many people before you died. Your Gift points are exceptional.”

It seems that around fifty points were the max for most people. Although I wondered why I received so many as a bonus, she didn’t say anything. Well, I picked something that I could have normally gotten.

And then another, a Gift that required one thousand points, it was–