2 Chapter 2: Constitution (1/2)

Caesar soon broke out of his stupor after noticing the declining timer.

”This makes me recall some of the novels I had read when I was a child,” Caesar pondered. Although an average person would be losing their mind if something so ridiculous and supernatural happened, Caesar was abnormally calm. It was not as if he were emotionless, no, he felt as though the intermixed memories of both his and Mephisto's made such a surreal event reasonable.

”Can you, at the very least, inform me of what each particular constitution does?” Caesar whispered, fearing anyone would be listening in.

Unfortunately, his question was answered with utter silence.

00:50….00:49...00:48…

Caesar furrowed his brows and massaged his temples as he mused about the merits and downfalls of each of the constitutions. Even if he grasped no real information about the world of which he now inhabited, Mephisto still knew some basic knowledge. Besides, it was a fantasy world. Caesar was even aware of the basic tropes inside of such realms.

1.Vampire

2.Dark Elf

3.Elf

4.Lich

5. fairy

'If I remember correctly, a lich is an undead necromancer. Their powers vary greatly from the books that I've read. On the other hand, both elf and dark elf seem like promising choices. However, I believe an elf's constitution is generally quite weak. I also do not know if I will take the appearance of the constitution I choose, or just gain the subsequent inherent abilities?' Caesar was inwardly brainstorming about which option catered to his current needs the most.

'If my appearance warped based on the constitution selected, then both the fairy and lich are out of the question. It would be impossible to hide the strange appearance of either. The main problem lay in the fact that both elves and vampires also possess unique physical features, such as long ears or long fangs' Caesar deliberated.

'If I become a vampire, I could obtain the strange urges to drink blood and a weakness to sunlight; where if I choose the elven constitution, I could possibly gain a weaker constitution and longer ears...'

00:34…00:33…00:32…

”Tsk,” Caesar clicked his tongue and decided to take the risk, choosing the 'vampire' option. He had contemplated not selecting any of the constitutions and remaining a human. However, he was used to taking risks. One can not make it very far in life without apprehending lucrative ventures. Not to mention, he felt as though vampires were much stronger in the mythological aspect in comparison to the others. Vampires were often regarded as demons and the bringers of plague, striking fear into millions of humans.

[Vampiric constitution has been chosen]

00:20…00:19...00:18…

After seeing the still depleting timer, Caesar was reminded about the wheel of fate. Then, as if answering his inner thoughts, a transparent wheel with many alternatives appeared in front of Caesar. A different color-separated the rewards and sections, and he couldn't quite read the words written on the wheel, as they belonged to an unfamiliar language. Caesar pondered for a moment before hesitantly spinning the wheel. He didn't want the timer to run out before he obtained his rewards, but he was also wary of receiving something undesired.

The wheel began spinning at a relatively fast pace before finally slowing down on a light blue section. It suddenly gleamed with a blinding light and shot into Caesar's body, chilling his body in the process.

[Ice affinity acquired]

00:03...00:02…00:01...00:00

”Ice affinity, huh?” Caesar whispered to himself while sitting on the bed. He glanced at the mirror to his right and didn't notice any immediate changes to his body; he also didn't feel anything new or different.

'Was I hallucinating?' he thought inwardly. Caesar felt as though many strange and unbelievable things were continually happening to him. He was aware that he didn't belong in the world dubbed 'Althoria.' However, he inherently felt at home. Perhaps, it was due to the previous owner of his current body.

Suddenly, while Caesar was still meditating, unbearable drowsiness assaulted him. His heavy eyelids dropped, and he collapsed onto the bed, passing out right then and there.

***

”Young master, breakfast is prepared and set on the dining table. Your father is awaiting your arrival,” Sebastian spoke while knocking on the door, an eager smile playing on his lips.

Unfortunately, he was met with silence. Sebastian, not acquiring a reply, soon walked into Caesar's room and opened the curtains, resulting in the sunlight invading the room and illuminating Caesar, who was still amid his deep slumber.

Caesar grunted with annoyance, gradually sitting up and rubbing his tired eyes. His long, white hair flowed down from his shoulders like a coursing river, and a few long bangs masked both his expression and eyes.

”Sebastian, I'll be right there, I can get dressed on my own,” Caesar said after a moment of thought. He wasn't used to being woke up so early in the morning, being catered to like a young master. Caesar had long gotten used to grooming, waking up, and working himself.

”As you wish, young master,” Sebastian replied.

Sebastian bent his back in a crescent shape while he placed his right hand on the right side of his chest, performing an excellent bow, and without wasting any more time, he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Caesar opened his eyes and couldn't help but notice the bright sunlight shining on his body. After a few seconds of staring blankly, Caesar kicked the covers off of his bed and quickly sat up. He inspecting his body, and cautiously placed his hand in the sunlight.

”Sigh, was it a dream, after all?” he said monotonously, sighing with exasperation while scratching the back of his head.

Thinking to here, Caesar dejectedly walked towards his closet and opened it. Then, suddenly, the small amount of force he had exerted on the handle caused it to crack and rip off of the closet.

Shocked, Caesar stared wide-eyed at the handle in his hand. He was dazed for about five seconds before he rushed into his room and looked into the mirror.

The same slim and long white-haired man entered his eyes, and no changes to his appearance were discernible. Caesar then proceeded to open his mouth and bared witness to slightly longer 'fangs' than before. Fortunately, it was nothing too noticeable.

”My appearance is the exact same besides the slightly longer teeth. However, my strength is much higher. I need to learn to control it quickly, or things could get dirty.” Caesar put his hand on his chin and started contemplating. For some reason, he was even calmer than he was yesterday.

”I wonder how strong I am compared to a knight or a magician,” Thinking of magician's, Caesar remembered about the ice affinity he had obtained through the wheel of fate. He put his hands in the air and attempted to control it.

”Ice bolt,” he whispered, hesitantly.

After his soft voice passed, the room descended into silence, and a slight blush appeared on Caesar's face before he monetarily regained his composure.

'Mephisto, the previous owner of the body knew practically nothing about magic, I will need to research how to actually use magic before I try again,' he mused to himself and gently coughed into his hands.

Caesar then went back to his closet and searched for a pair of clothes; Caesar picked out a pair of slim white pants and a thin black tunic. He didn't aspire to repeat his mistake of destroying the door handle. Thus, Caesar picked everything up delicately, not wanting to exert any more force than necessary.

After getting clothed, Caesar walked out of his room and headed towards the dining room. On his way, many maids greeted him with fear in their eyes. It was clear that although his manner of walking, speaking, and even smiling had changed, their bad impression of him would not be so easily erased.

”Their views of me will change sooner or later,” Caesar comforted himself as he got closer to the dining room. His father was seated at the end of the table with an impatient look, and once he caught sight of Caesar, he opened his thick lips and called out to him.

”What took you so long, my son?” he asked.

”I apologize, father, I had trouble picking out my outfit,” Caesar replied with curled lips. He had long decided to act respectfully towards his father. Like many other stories, Caesar could potentially act as though he was the same young master. However, that was pointless in his current situation. He needed to be trusted if he wanted to utilize Crowley's vast resources and gain more information about the unknown world.