《The Ultimate Goal : Reincarnated in another world》 Chapter 1: The Past The way in which each individual perceives the world is inherently diverse and unique. Some see it through an optimistic way, akin to the vibrant beauty of a flowering plant, while others hold a contrasting view, seeing it as unjust or unfair. Happiness can be found in the smallest of things for some, while others may feel a sense of emptiness even after accomplishing everything. I am one such individual.I had enacted my revenge, but what did it cost? Everything I held dear. I had att¡ª My monologue was abruptly halted by the doctor sitting before me, his solemn words piercing the air. "I am sorry, Mr. Johnson, but you have a very chronic disease," he stated, his gaze locking with mine. A heavy sigh escaped my lips; it confirmed my thoughts. "It is called Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS), and humanity has yet to find a cure," the doctor explained before I could gather my thoughts. I interjected calmly, "How much time do I have left?" The doctor''s demeanor shifted, his resignation palpable as he replied, "It could have been different if you had sought help earlier. Now, at most a year, at worst six months." Time seemed to stand still as the weight of his words settled upon me, I had noticed the symptoms way earlier and I could have come here and get under care for delayed death, but I would have died nonetheless. I also wanted this miserable life of mine to an end, so I wasn''t too sad as I had deliberately chose to get diagnosed late to at least know the cause of my death. I rose from my chair, fully aware of my purpose. The doctor attempted to offer hope, but I could not bear the thought of prolonging the inevitable. "Doctor," I stated firmly, "I refuse to linger as a feeble patient in my final days." With those words, I departed from his office, leaving behind any false promises of a cure. Driving back to my secluded home on the outskirts, I sought solace from the chaotic world beyond. Entering my tranquil abode, my faithful companion Jimmy greeted me with a joyful bark, his loyalty a comforting presence in my solitude. As I fed him, a pang of sadness struck me as I considered his fate once I was gone. Resolved to find him a caring new owner, I made a mental note for the future. Retreating to the balcony, I settled into a chair, the cool evening breeze brushing against my skin, prompting a reflection on the events that had led me to this moment. Lost in contemplation, memories flooded my mind like a torrent, each one a piece of the intricate puzzle that had brought me to this crossroads. Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! ------------------------ I came into the world uninvited, a child of circumstance born from a dark encounter between my drunken father and a lost woman. That woman, whom I would come to know as my mother, endured nine arduous months before I arrived. Living under the same roof, they were little more than strangers to each other. My father, when he was not drowning in alcohol, hardly spared a word for her. I grew up starved of a mother''s nurturing touch and a father''s gentle guidance. From a young age, I bore a peculiar gift ¨C a relentless memory that captured every detail with unwavering clarity, a condition later identified as hyperthymesia. This ability felt more like a burden than a blessing, as it etched into my mind the haunting echoes of my mother''s pleas and cries when my father''s rage descended upon her in his drunken stupors. Despite her distant demeanor towards me, I discerned a flicker of warmth in her eyes, and in rare moments of bravery, she shielded me from the brunt of my father''s violence, absorbing his blows to safeguard me. That day is etched in my memory like a scar. My father stumbled home, reeking of liquor, his eyes blazing with a fury I''d never seen before. My mother, frail and frightened, tried to shield me from his wrath. But I was only seven, and I couldn''t escape the horror that unfolded. As my father''s rage escalated, he grabbed a rusty metal pipe from the garage. I watched in terror as he brought it down on my mother, again and again, until she lay motionless on the floor. Her bloodied body, her pleas, and her screams are forever seared into my mind. In that moment, my father taught me a brutal lesson: "The weak have no rights." His words still echo in my mind, a haunting reminder that the world is unforgiving, and the strong will always trample the weak. After that day, everything changed. I took on the responsibility of caring for our home, enduring my father''s beatings, and silencing my own cries for help. I was weak, and he was strong. I had no right to complain. Two years later, when I was just nine, my father sold me to some men for a handful of cash. I didn''t resist, didn''t protest. I knew I was weak, and they were strong. Strangely, I don''t harbor resentment towards my father. Instead, I feel a twisted sense of gratitude. His cruelty forged me into the person I am today ¨C strong, resilient, and unbroken. From the moment I acknowledged my weakness, I vowed to shatter the chains that bound me. I yearned to forge my own path, to live life on my terms. And so, when the men who bought me from my father sent me to a mysterious facility, I saw it as an opportunity. The facility was a hub of activity, teeming with children around my age or older. We were told that we would undergo rigorous training, honing our skills in the art of killing. We would be molded into deadly weapons, forced to confront our mortality at every turn. Failure would be met with swift and merciless punishment ¨C death. But I saw this as my chance to transcend my weakness, to emerge stronger and more resilient. I threw myself into the training, pushing my body and mind to the breaking point. The trials were relentless, designed to test the limits of human endurance. I survived the unimaginable, enduring 12 long years of hellish training. I was not alone in my survival. Four others, out of the 234 children who started with me, also made it through the ordeal. The rest, the ones I remembered from that first day, were gone ¨C victims of the merciless training that had been designed to break us. Chapter 2: The Death After surviving the hellish trials, we five were transformed into deadly weapons. Our owners, the ones who had orchestrated our training, now wielded us like pawns in their game of power. We were dispatched to eliminate their competitors, to spread terror and fear. Our actions were calculated, ruthless, and efficient. We became the stuff of nightmares, our names whispered in dread by those who knew of our existence. For six years, we carried out our owners'' bidding, forging a bond between us that went beyond mere camaraderie. We became comrades, united in our purpose, yet bound by the chains of our servitude. But as time passed, the fire of resentment burned brighter within us. We grew tired of being treated as mere tools, of being ordered to carry out atrocities without question or remorse. The embers of rebellion had long been smoldering within me. I yearned for freedom, for the ability to forge my own path, to make my own choices. My comrades, too, harbored a deep-seated desire for revenge against our owners, who had exploited and manipulated us for so long. We knew that our only hope for escape lay in planning a meticulous and deadly strike against our owners. But our circumstances were precarious, and we were often isolated, making it impossible to plan elaborately. We had to wait for two years, biding our time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Our patience was wearing thin, but we knew that one misstep would mean certain death. We chose the day of the high-stakes meeting to put our plan into action. Our comrade had tipped us off that every key player involved in our exploitation would be in attendance. We didn''t think twice about how our comrade had obtained this crucial intel, and that oversight would prove to be a costly mistake. As the day of reckoning arrived, we sprang into action. We used our honed skills to weaken our enemies'' defenses, paving the way for our final assault. We arrived at the venue, our hearts burning with a desire for vengeance. Every person who had played a role in destroying our childhoods was present, and we were ready to make them pay. But just as we were about to strike, our comrade Noir turned against us. With a swift and deadly blow, he killed one of our own, leaving the remaining three of us reeling. We fought back with every ounce of strength we possessed, determined to take down everyone in that room, including the treacherous Noir. In the end, we emerged victorious, but at a terrible cost.The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. My remaining comrades fell in the battle, and I lost my left hand. As I stood amidst the carnage, I realized that our quest for vengeance had come at a steep price. That day remains etched in my memory, a constant reminder of the betrayal and sacrifice that befell my comrades. My hyperthyresmia condition had left me vulnerable, but their bravery had given me a second chance. Yet, as I survived, I felt a part of me wither away. My perspective on life solidified around the cruel words my father had once spoken: "The weak have no rights." I realized that our weakness had led to our comrades'' downfall. If only we had been stronger, we might have achieved our freedom and goals without such great cost. Though I had finally broken free from my captors and avenged my comrades, the emptiness within me lingered. I drifted, unsure of my place in the world. But I knew one thing ¨C I was a master killer. And so, I became a hitman, working for the highest bidder. My code name, Siyaah, soon became synonymous with fear and efficiency. In just two years, I rose to the top of my trade, renowned as the silent killer. But my newfound success was bittersweet. I had discovered that I suffered from a debilitating disease, and I knew that my time was limited. Driven by a desire to leave my mark on the world, I continued to operate in the shadows, pulling the strings of fate with each calculated strike. And so, the legend of Siyaah lived on, a testament to the darkness that had forged me. ------------------- I turned to face Jimmy, my loyal dog, who was sitting beside my chair. "This is my whole story Jimmy, so what do you think?" I asked, seeking his silent judgment. Jimmy replied with a cheerful bark, "Woof woof!" His enthusiasm brought a smile to my face, and I turned my gaze back towards the night sky. The stars twinkled above, a reminder of the complexities of life. Even I didn''t know what to feel about my journey, the twists and turns that had led me to this moment. But as I reflected on my past, one lesson stood out¡ª A life centered around a single goal is like a tree with only one branch; it may reach great heights, but it will never know the beauty of a diverse and flourishing life. As I exhaled, the weight of my exhaustion bore down on me, and I succumbed to a deep sleep. Time lost all meaning, and I drifted in a state of oblivion. When I finally opened my eyes, I was met with an endless expanse of nothingness. I was the sole source of light in this desolate landscape, radiating a soft, white glow. As I gazed down at my body, I saw that my features had become indistinct, yet I retained a humanoid shape. I pondered the possibilities, trying to make sense of my surroundings. And then, it hit me ¨C I had died. The disease that had been slowly consuming me had been cheated of its victory, and I had slipped away before it could claim me. But instead of feeling sadness or regret, I was overcome with a sense of nothingness. I had lived a life full of purpose, driven by my desire for revenge and my need for control. And now, it seemed, that life was behind me. **Third person POV** Siyaah, the silent killer, had finally met his end. His journey, marked by violence and bloodshed, had come to a close. Jimmy, his loyal canine companion, remained by his side, faithful to the end. It wasn''t until three days later that people stumbled upon them, and Siyaah was finally laid to rest. They buried him in a quiet grave, far from the chaos and violence that had defined his life. Chapter 3: Meeting With The Gods I drifted through the endless expanse, time losing all meaning. After what felt like an eternity, a light appeared on the horizon, its gentle tug growing stronger with each passing instant. I didn''t resist; my mind was elsewhere, lost in the labyrinth of my own thoughts. As I drew closer to the light, its pull intensified, and I felt myself being drawn into a new reality. Suddenly, I stood at the entrance of a grand, opulent throne room. The air vibrated with an otherworldly energy. Before me, five beings sat upon five thrones, their faces hidden from view. Yet, I could feel their presence ¨C heavy, divine, and awe-inspiring. The weight of their gaze settled upon me, and I stood transfixed, unsure of what lay ahead. As I stood before the six enthroned beings, one of them deigned to address me. Its voice resonated directly within my mind, an unsettling yet intimate invasion. "Welcome, mortal," the being declared, its tone dripping with condescension. "You have had the misfortune of meeting your demise, but we have seen fit to intervene. Your soul has been summoned here, spared the inconvenience of rebirth with your memories erased." I remained silent, still unable to discern which being was the speaker. The voice continued, its arrogance growing with each passing moment. "We have extended this... courtesy to you because we intend to offer you a rare opportunity. You shall be given another chance at life, but in a world vastly different from the one you knew. However, this gift comes with a condition; you must complete a task set forth by us. Refuse, and you shall face the consequences of our displeasure. We are not too forgiving, mortal." ¡°Now choose¡± The voice in my head declared as the restraints that were keeping me from speaking were released. ¡°May I know what is this condition that you speak of?¡± I asked out loud in a calm and collected tone as I couldn''t show my desperation at living again. The voice, dripping with hubris, echoed within my mind once more. "You shall be enlightened as to our condition," it declared, "but only after you have been reborn and have acquired sufficient strength. The task we shall set before you will require a certain... prowess. Your current fragile state would only prove... your weakness." The being''s words were laced with an air of superiority, its tone implying that I was but a mere mortal.This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. I remained unfazed by the tone of the being as they were clearly looking down on me and I was nothing but an ant in their eyes. ¡°Could you enlighten me about the type of world where I shall be reborn and¡­¡­ why was I chosen among countless others.¡± I asked in the same composed tone. The voice, imbued with an air of superiority, resonated within my mind. "You, a mere mortal of little consequence, have been selected by us for a singular purpose," it declared. "You possess a quality that we deem essential in the warrior who shall undertake our task." The voice paused, as if allowing its words to settle upon me like a shroud. "We have observed your struggles, your fleeting triumphs and numerous defeats. And amidst the tumult of your existence, we have identified a trait that sets you apart from the countless others." The voice''s tone dripped with disdain, yet a hint of curiosity lingered beneath the surface. "You possess an unyielding tenacity, a grit that drives you to pursue your objectives with unwavering dedication." The voice fell silent, allowing its previous words to settle upon me like a weight. Then, with an air of superiority, it deigned to answer my initial query. "As for the realm you shall soon inhabit," it declared, its tone dripping with condescension, "it is a world where the essence of Mana permeates every aspect of existence. A world where the fantastical creatures and marvels of your own world''s myths and legends roam free, unbound by the mundane constraints of your reality." I listened to every word the being said and confirmed that it was the same situation as those Isekai novels described. But there was something very crucial that I also confirmed ''..they can speak in my head but can''t hear my thoughts.'' I hesitated for a moment before posing my final question. "Will you grant me the powers necessary to complete your task?" The being''s response was laced with an air of arrogance. "We shall bestow upon you our divine favor, granting you the capacity to achieve feats of unparalleled prowess." The being''s tone remained imperious as it presented me with an ultimatum. "So, mortal, have you arrived at a decision? Will you accept our benevolence and embark upon a new existence, or will you reject our offer and suffer the consequences for the eternity?" After thinking for some moments I achieved at my conclusion as I presented my answer ¡°I accept yo¡ª¡± but as I had uttered those words I vanished from that place and arrived at a white room that was completely empty. ---------------------- The being''s POV We had completed our objective and finally summoned a worthy and somewhat competent pest from a distant world. Despite being Gods and combining our prowess, it was impossible to summon without their permission. After the long wait and the process of finding someone capable, we had agreed to select this mortal and this pest was delaying our long awaited moment by asking these questions but I knew how to endure. I had presented the final ultimatum to the pest and after few moments I heard him agreeing, ¡°I accept yo¡ª¡± but before we could do anything that pest had vanished from our sights. ¡°What? What happened¡± I stood up in disbelief as I saw him disappearing from our sight. ¡°Did anyone here had a hand in this¡± came another imposing yet arrogant voice. ¡°What? Are you blaming us? We don''t even know what happened to that mortal.¡± This time a voice so beautiful yet feminine answered that it sounded like a melody was being sung. ¡°I think they took him¡± Another melodious and feminine voice said something that was in my mind. ¡°But why would they do this, we have followed the rules and did everything in the way they wanted us to.¡± I voiced my opinions in the tone devoid of any hubris that I had when I addressed the pest. ¡°We shall ask them directly, so calm down¡± The same heavy yet imposing voice came and answered our queries. But he continued ¡°They also can''t break the rules, just like us.¡± Chapter 4: The System Panel ¡°I accept yo¡ª¡± I couldn''t finish my sentence as my surroundings abruptly shifted. I found myself in a completely blank, white room. I looked around and realized I was alone. ''Perhaps those beings or Gods sent me here in haste,'' I mused, pondering the reason for their sudden rush to send me to this new world before I could even finish my words. **Ding! Ding!** As I reflected on those so-called Gods, I heard a ding, and a black screen with golden borders materialized before me. Another ding followed. As soon as my gaze fell upon the blank screen, golden words began to appear. ---------------------------------------- As you have agreed, you will be granted five exclusive skill slots. You may create five skills of your choosing with these slots. You are required to name your skills and describe their functions by stating the skill''s description, limitations, and uses. However, the skill will only be approved if both sides of the plausibility scale are balanced. Overpowered skills may heavily weigh on the plausibility scale, so choose wisely. ---------------------------------------- I carefully read the words that materialized before me again, ensuring I did not overlook any details. The panel permitted me to create new skills by describing their functions, details, and restrictions. It appeared the text aimed to challenge my imagination and create new skills suited for my new life in a foreign world. I could choose any skills, but I had to maintain balance on both sides of the plausibility scale, and I only had five slots to create these skills. I did not comprehend something, so I voiced my question, ¡°What is this plausibility?¡± **Ding!**The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. The same ding echoed again. I observed the previous words vanish and new words appear in the same font and color. ---------------------------------------- Plausibility is the unit that measures and dictates the extent of change brought about by a decision. In simpler terms, plausibility reflects the consequences brought by your decisions and the way you shape your destiny. This is merely the general idea. You lack the necessary authority to learn more about this. ---------------------------------------- ¡°Hmm, so you mean to say that plausibility refers to the outcomes of our decisions and their future effects on us.¡± I earnestly tried to comprehend what the panel conveyed because I couldn''t fully grasp it with such a superficial explanation. ¡°And what is this authority, and how can I increase it?¡± I inquired, curious about the authority the panel was referring to. ---------------------------------------- You need to become stronger to receive answers to further questions, as you have yet to commence your new life. ---------------------------------------- I read the words and understood that to increase my authority, I would have to achieve greater prowess. ¡°Take out the plausibility scale; I wish to create my skills.¡± I opted to create new skills that would aid me on my journey to become stronger. As the final words left my mouth, a medium-sized weighing scale appeared before me. It glowed with a golden light, similar to the words on the panel, and each plate on the scale was empty. Then, a black glow emerged beside the scale in a similar manner, floating to the left plate and causing it to tilt to the left. Then a ding rang in my ears, drawing my attention back to the panel as new words emerged. ---------------------------------------- Your skills will only be approved if both plates are balanced. Remember, you need to create appropriate skills so both sides remain equal. ---------------------------------------- ¡°Hmm, alright,¡± I nodded, understanding that the skills I created must balance the weight on the left plate. But there was something crucial the system hadn''t mentioned. ¡°But how am I supposed to create skills?¡± I asked, looking at the now blank system screen. The system answered with its usual ding, and golden words emerged on the screen. ---------------------------------------- You need to articulate the name, description, and functions of the skill aloud. Then, your skill will be weighed on this scale to determine if it is balanced. ---------------------------------------- ¡°Hmm...alright, I understand,¡± I nodded with a composed demeanor, knowing that to create my skills, I had to say their names and functions aloud. However, there was still something that persistently troubled me, and I felt the need for clarification. "Hey, since you Gods have decided to send me to this new world... Can you tell me my task or my purpose that you mentioned before?" The answer to my query arrived with its usual ding and golden text. ---------------------------------------- You will discover your purpose upon arriving in the world of Zemuwr and attaining some strength. ---------------------------------------- After receiving the reply, I felt somewhat disappointed, but I chose not to dwell on it and moved on. "Alright, fine, don''t tell me. Let''s proceed with creating my first skill." Chapter 5: Creating My Skills After an extensive search and careful consideration, there was one skill I had always wished to possess, even in my previous life. I had seen movies featuring individuals with this ability, and it captivated my imagination. So, when the system panel offered me the chance to create skills, this was the first one that came to mind: the power to control the minds of my enemies at will. However, I realized that such an ability might be too overpowered. To test this, I stated the effect and name of the skill aloud. "The name of the skill I want to create is Absolute Mind Control, and this skill allows me to control the mind of anyone I see." As the final words left my mouth, a white glow, similar to the earlier black one, emerged before me and flowed to the right plate of the scale. The moment the white glow settled on the right plate, it dropped quickly, indicating that it far exceeded the plausibility weight on the left plate of the scale. The system panel confirmed my thoughts. **Ding!** ---------------------------------------- The skill you have chosen does not equal the plausibility. Modify the skill or add limitations to balance the scale. ---------------------------------------- ''Yeah, yeah, I know, I was just testing it,'' I thought inwardly as I tried to think of everything I could to balance the scales. After a long deliberation and drawing inspiration from various animes and movies in my past life, I first decided to change the skill''s name. "Change the name of the skill to Absolute Mind Arts." I chose this name because I intended to add different effects to this skill, which might also be considered separate skills. After organizing my thoughts and contemplating deeply, I added everything I wanted, and the skill looked something like this: ---------------------------------------- -[Absolute Mind Arts]- {Description:} These arts grant the user access to the minds of any sentient being that possesses even a minimal level of cognitive capacity. The user can alter the memories of their target and compel them to act according to the user''s will, regardless of the target''s consent. Essentially, the user gains complete control over the target. {Limitations:} - The target must have a single strand of the user''s DNA inside their body. - The target''s mental fortitude must be weaker than the user''s. - The skill has an initial activation range of 15 meters. - There is a cooldown period of 10 hours. {Note:} This skill is growth-oriented and has a maximum of 5 levels. Each level-up will slightly reduce the limitations, except for the first limitation, which remains absolute. ---------------------------------------- As I looked at the scale, I saw that it was still unbalanced. I was stumped because I didn''t want to add more limitations or reduce its description. While lost in contemplation, I remembered a web novel I had read because I needed to get close to my target as an assassin in my previous life.Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there. In the novel, the main character decided to sacrifice his karma for something more significant. After pondering this, I realized that karma wasn''t mentioned by the system panel, and I decided to explore this idea further. "Hey, system, I have five skill slots, right? What if I decided to sacrifice one of my skill slots to balance the scale?" I asked, masking my inner desperation. **Ding!** ---------------------------------------- Yes, you have five skill slots, and you can indeed sacrifice your skill slots to balance your plausibility. However, you will need to sacrifice two skill slots to balance this skill, as it is still slightly unequal even after sacrificing one slot. ---------------------------------------- After considering it, I decided to proceed since this skill was crucial and powerful. However, even after sacrificing two skill slots, the scale remained unbalanced. Upon closer inspection, it seemed that the plate with my skill had risen, and the one with plausibility had lowered, indicating that I could remove a limitation from my skill, which I promptly did. ---------------------------------------- -[Absolute Mind Arts]- {Description:} These arts grant the user access to the minds of any sentient being that possesses even a minimal level of cognitive capacity. The user can alter the memories of their target and compel them to act according to the user''s will, regardless of the target''s consent. Essentially, the user gains complete control over the target. {Limitations:} - The target must have a single strand of the user''s DNA inside their body. - The target''s mental fortitude must be weaker than or slightly stronger than the user''s. - The skill has a cooldown period of 1 hour. {Note:} This skill is growth-oriented and has a maximum of 5 levels. Each level-up will reduce the limitations and strengthen the skill, except for the first limitation, which remains absolute. ---------------------------------------- After customizing my skill, I felt a wave of satisfaction as the scales finally balanced. It seemed my efforts had paid off, and I decided this would be sufficient for my first skill. "Approve this skill," I declared. As the final confirmation left my lips, I heard the familiar distinct ding, and the words on the system panel indicated that my skill had been approved. The white glow on the right plate of the scale flowed towards me and entered my chest. I observed the white glow, which signified the skill embedding itself within me, but after a few moments, nothing more happened. Satisfied, I decided it was time to move on and create my other skills. With only two skill slots remaining, given that I had sacrificed two earlier, I resolved not to sacrifice any more. After some contemplation, I decided to create a skill that would be immensely valuable and beneficial for my future journey. "The name of the skill is Ability Siphon," I announced. After thoroughly explaining the description and functions of this skill, I added some necessary limitations. The final version looked like this: ---------------------------------------- -[Ability Siphon]- {Description:} This skill enables the user to copy one skill from any chosen target. The ability also applies to deceased individuals, allowing the user to replicate skills from those they have killed. {Limitations:} - The user can only copy one skill from each target. - If the target is alive, they must exhibit loyalty to the user, or they must have felt any emotions at their extreme towards the user. - If the target is deceased, their body must remain intact. -The user can only copy skills from the corpses that they themselves killed or killed by someone loyal to them. - The user cannot copy skills from corpses older than 24 hours. {Note:} This skill does not evolve or grow over time; it will remain in its current state. ---------------------------------------- I was truly satisfied as I saw that this skill barely managed to be balanced with the plausibility scale and I heaved a sigh of relief. "Approve this skill" I said out loud and then the same phenomenon from before occured as the white glow flew inside my chest and settled there. Now I had choose my third skill and since I wasn''t a very creative person in my past life, I decided to take the skill from the web novel from before. I didn''t settled on this skill on a whim. This skill could prove to be pivotal and it would certainly complement my second skill. "The name of the skill is Ability Unification" I declared as I quickly explained every detail about it. After describing the skill and it''s function the final form looked like this; ---------------------------------------- -[Ability Unification]- {Description:} This skill allows the user to merge any two existing skills of any rank. The merged skill will be an evolved and fused version of its previous two skills. {Limitations:} - Only two skills can be merged together. - The skills chosen for merging will be lost after the fusion, and the user will not be able to acquire them again through any means. {Note:} This skill is not growth-oriented and will remain in its current state. ---------------------------------------- Upon seeing that this skill was balanced with the scale, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction and promptly approved it. "Approve this skill," I stated calmly as I looked at the system panel. Following my command, the familiar sequence occurred, and the skill was embedded into my chest. After a few moments, the system, with its usual ding, generated words in the same golden color before me. **Ding!** ---------------------------------------- Since you have chosen your skills, I will provide you with a brief introduction to the world you will be reincarnated into and explain the process of reincarnation. ---------------------------------------- I nodded with a calm demeanor, filled with curiosity about these revelations. I was thankful that these Gods were at least offering me some insights, ensuring I wouldn''t reincarnate completely clueless. Chapter 6: Rebirth Into The Unknown ---------------------------------------- The world you are going to be reincarnated into is called Zemuwr. This world holds the legends and magic that your previous life classified as fantasy. There exist various species and different races within this realm... ---------------------------------------- "Yeah, yeah, I had guessed as much... Tell me something I don''t know," I interjected, growing impatient with the panel''s written monologue. The notion of magic and mythical creatures was something I had already anticipated, but the uncertainty of what awaited me gnawed at my nerves. ---------------------------------------- I had not realized you were so impatient, but very well, let us proceed. Zemuwr is a vast planet, at least eleven times larger than Earth. It comprises a total of nine continents, each home to various races and species. ---------------------------------------- The panel paused as if allowing its words to sink in, and then began to generate new words in its signature golden color, erasing the previous ones. My mind raced with curiosity and trepidation. A world so large and diverse¡ªwhat challenges and adventures lay ahead? ---------------------------------------- This serves as a brief overview of the world. You will need to discover more about it on your own. Now, let us discuss your reincarnation. ---------------------------------------- I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. The idea of starting anew was thrilling, but the unknown loomed large. I allowed the panel to continue, my heart pounding in anticipation. ---------------------------------------- You will be reincarnated as the lowest-ranked demon. A new body will be created for you to inhabit. ---------------------------------------- "Wait a moment... I will be reincarnated as a demon? And may I know why that is?" I asked aloud, confusion and a hint of anxiety creeping into my voice. The implications of being a demon were not lost on me. ----------------------------------------Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. Yes, you will be reincarnated as the lowest-ranked demon due to the plausibility you are carrying. I cannot explain further, as you lack sufficient authority. ---------------------------------------- I sighed aloud, frustration bubbling up. It seemed that to get the answers I sought, I would need to grow stronger. The weight of this realization settled heavily on my shoulders. Still, I had to accept it and move forward. Deciding to move on, I asked, "How am I going to reincarnate? Will I be born as a newborn baby demon, or will I possess someone else''s body?" My curiosity was piqued, but so was my apprehension. ---------------------------------------- A new body will be created by us, and you will possess that body. ---------------------------------------- I nodded, understanding that the system or these Gods would create a new body for me, and my soul would inhabit it. The idea of a new body was both intriguing and unsettling. What form would it take? How would it feel? Before I could think further or ask more questions, the system panel glowed brightly with new words, not allowing me to inquire further. ---------------------------------------- Now, prepare yourself. The process has begun. ---------------------------------------- As I read these final words, I felt my ethereal body begin to disintegrate. Surprisingly, I felt no pain, only a strange sense of detachment. The world around me faded, and within moments, I completely lost consciousness. My final memories were of the system panel''s encouraging words, a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty. _______________ _______________ The sensation was unbearable, as if a thousand insects were crawling all over my body, their tiny legs prickling and prodding my skin. I could feel each one moving, an incessant itch that I couldn''t scratch. It was overwhelming, and my mind was a whirlwind of discomfort and confusion. After what felt like an eternity, the sensation began to subside. Slowly, I opened my eyes, blinking rapidly as the harsh light of a new world greeted me. The uncomfortable feeling gradually dissipated, leaving me with a strange sense of clarity and awareness. I took a deep breath, inhaling the unfamiliar scents of this new environment, and decided to observe my surroundings. As my vision adjusted, I realized I was in a forest, but not like any forest I had seen before. This place was teeming with life, a vibrant tapestry of colors, sounds, and smells. The trees were colossal, their trunks wide and gnarled, stretching high into the sky. Their leaves formed a dense canopy overhead, filtering the sunlight into a kaleidoscope of greens and golds. The air was thick with the scent of earth and foliage, a rich, loamy fragrance that spoke of life and growth. Vines twisted around the trees, their tendrils reaching out like curious fingers. Plants of all shapes and sizes bloomed in a riot of colors. Some were familiar, while others were completely alien, their forms bizarre and otherworldly. The ground beneath me was soft and spongy, covered in a thick layer of moss and fallen leaves. Insects buzzed and flitted about, their wings creating a constant hum. Occasionally, I could hear the rustle of small creatures scurrying through the underbrush. I stood up slowly, my limbs feeling strange and unfamiliar. Looking down at my new body, I saw that it was indeed different from my previous human form. My skin was a deep shade of dark crimson, and I had sharp, claw-like nails. My senses were heightened, each sound and scent more vivid than before. As I continued to explore my surroundings, I marveled at the sheer diversity of life in this forest. There were creatures that resembled animals from my old world, but with slight differences that marked them as native to Zemuwr. I saw a creature that looked like a deer, but with antlers that glowed faintly in the dim light. Another creature, similar to a rabbit, had fur that changed color to blend in with its surroundings. The forest was not just a place of beauty; it was also a place of danger. I knew that such places often had very deadly predators waiting for their clueless prey so I had to be cautious, to learn the ways of this world if I were to survive. Reflecting on the system''s words about my reincarnation, I felt a mix of emotions. It was a challenge that I had to embrace if I wanted to unlock the mysteries of this world and my own existence. I took another deep breath, steeling myself for the journey ahead. The forest was vast, and I had much to learn. But with my newly acquired skills and the determination burning within me, I was ready to face whatever challenges lay in my path. Zemuwr was a world of legends and magic, and I intended to carve my own legend in its ancient lore. As I began to walk through the forest, I kept my senses alert, ready to adapt to this new life. The path was uncertain, but I was determined to navigate it with strength and resolve. My journey in Zemuwr had just begun, and I was prepared to embrace the unknown with open arms. Chapter 7: First Fight in another world As I pondered how to find a safe place in this vast and unfamiliar forest, a distinct yet familiar chime suddenly echoed inside my head. **Ding!** The sound resonated within me, followed by a brief moment of discomfort as new information flooded my mind. It felt as if my brain was being gently prodded, causing a momentary unease. But soon, the discomfort passed, leaving me with a clearer understanding of my situation. The system''s information was invaluable. I learned that the system AI would assist me in sorting out my skills, ensuring I could make the most of my abilities in this new world. It could also provide detailed knowledge about the various species and races inhabiting Zemuwr, which would be crucial for navigating interactions and avoiding potential threats. Furthermore, the system promised to enlighten me about the hierarchy of power and skill rankings, an essential aspect for survival and growth in this realm. Understanding where I stood in this complex structure would allow me to strategize and progress effectively. Additionally, the system would display my current status, helping me monitor my progress and make informed decisions about my development. But this was exactly what I had to be wary about. The system AI could assist me, but I wasn''t completely sure if it was my ally or not. I had read some web novels concerning the systems of main characters that made them do things forcefully, and there was even one system that I read about that turned the main character into its slave. The thought of such a possibility sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn''t afford to be naive. I had to stay vigilant and ensure that the system''s guidance aligned with my own goals and morals. With this newfound knowledge and a cautious mindset, a surge of confidence welled up within me. Glancing around the forest once more, I knew that finding a safe place was my immediate priority. The towering trees and dense foliage provided ample cover but also concealed numerous dangers. I focused on my surroundings, attuning my heightened senses to the sounds and scents of the forest. But first of all, I decided to see how my status looked, so I said the code word in my mind. ''Status.'' As I thought about seeing my status, suddenly a transparent system panel with a blue color emerged before me. This panel was very different from the previous one I saw, as it was blue and its words were written in white. But I decided not to dwell on it and focused on what it conveyed. ============================= ¨C[Status]¨CStolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. ============================= True Name: N/A Name: N/A Race: Demon Rank: Demonling EXP: 0/100 ----------------------------- ¨C[Abilities]¨C - {Absolute Mind Arts} - {Ability Siphon} - {Ability Unification} ----------------------------- ¨C[Skills]¨C - N/A ----------------------------- ============================= The status in front of me was simple and straightforward but there were some terms I didn''t understand fully. Regardless, this was not the place nor the time to ask any further questions and waste more time then necessary because I was literally in a completely unknown forest filled with monsters. I decided to ask my questions after securing a safe place so I thought about closing the status panel and it agreed to my command as it disappeared. Certainly! Here¡¯s the edited and more descriptive version of your text, including the additional goblins: But as I was deciding which area to go to, I suddenly heard a rustling sound behind me. Quickly turning around, I saw a bush shaking, and suddenly, a monster straight out of a fantasy book appeared before me. It was a pretty generic and weak monster, one commonly depicted in every fantasy book. The creature was short, barely reaching my waist, and had green skin. It wore rags for clothes, a testament to its lowly status. The goblin had a hungry and crazed smile plastered across its face as it looked at me. Its eyes gleamed with a sinister light, and it clutched a crude club in its hand, ready to attack. Despite its menacing grin, the goblin wasn''t as hideous as many authors described. Or maybe I didn''t find it too ugly, having seen much worse during my assassin days. Just after a few seconds, two more goblins, holding the same crude clubs, emerged from the bushes. They joined the first one, their faces mirroring that same hungry and crazed expression. Their eyes locked onto me, a predatory gleam evident in their gaze. It was clear they saw me as prey, and I needed to act quickly to defend myself. As I stood amidst the dense foliage, the goblins wasted no time and launched their attack. Their crazed eyes locked onto me, and they moved with surprising speed and agility. My instincts as an assassin from my previous life kicked in, and I managed to dodge the first few swings of their crude clubs. The air whooshed past me as I narrowly avoided each strike, my heart pounding with adrenaline. However, despite my best efforts, I wasn¡¯t invincible. One of the goblins, with a gleam of malice in its eyes, managed to slip past my defenses. Before I could react, it lunged at me and clamped its sharp teeth onto my left arm. Pain seared through me as the goblin bit down, its teeth piercing my flesh. Having undergone hellish training as an assassin, I had almost become numb to pain, though I could still feel it. It was just that I was better at ignoring it. I cried out, more out of frustration than agony, and instinctively swung my right arm to dislodge the creature. With a powerful thrust, I managed to shake the goblin off, creating some distance between us. My arm throbbed with pain, blood dripping from the fresh wound. I clenched my teeth, trying to focus through the haze of pain. Breathing heavily, I took a moment to assess the situation. The three goblins circled me, their eyes gleaming with hunger and madness. My gaze fell on the goblin that had bitten my arm, its mouth stained with my blood. An idea sparked in my mind¡ªmy skill, {Absolute Mind Arts}. With the goblin now possessing my DNA, I could activate the skill. Gathering my resolve, I focused on the goblin and activated {Absolute Mind Arts}. Immediately, a strange connection formed between us. The goblin froze, its crazed expression faltering for a moment as my skill took hold. I could feel its primitive mind, chaotic and wild, but I had an edge. The other two goblins hesitated, sensing something was amiss. I seized the opportunity, channeling my skill to control the goblin that had bitten me. It turned on its comrades, attacking them with a frenzied aggression. The element of surprise worked in my favor, and I watched as the goblins clashed with each other, their alliance crumbling as I also joined the fray with my remaining hand as I snatched the club os one goblin. However, the strain of using the skill, combined with the pain in my arm, began to take its toll. The goblins, despite their confusion, were relentless. One of them managed to break free from the scuffle and charged at me with renewed fury. I tried to dodge, but my injured arm slowed me down. The goblin''s club struck with brutal force, and I felt a sickening crack as my left arm was shattered. The pain was excruciating, and I fell to the ground, clutching the mangled limb. Desperation fueled me as I activated {Absolute Mind Arts} one last time, forcing the controlled goblin to deliver a fatal blow to its comrade. The remaining goblin, confused and disoriented, was no match for the onslaught. As the last goblin fell, I lay on the forest floor, panting and bleeding. My left arm was a ruined mess, but I had survived. The pain was unbearable, but I knew I couldn''t afford to lose consciousness here. I needed to find a safe place to tend to my wounds and plan my next move. With the help of the controlled goblin, I managed to navigate through the forest to a secluded spot, ensuring my safety. With sheer determination, I pushed myself up, cradling my injured arm. I had to stop the bleeding somehow, and as I looked at the only piece of clean clothing that wouldn''t infect the wound, I sighed. "Here goes nothing." I took off my pants, which were given to me by the system and were the only piece of clothing covering me. Now completely naked, I somehow managed to wrap the fabric around my arm tightly enough to slow the bleeding. Surprisingly, my bleeding stopped after an hour. ''It must be because of my demon race,'' I mused, looking at my mangled arm that still hurt.