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The Successor System Beneficial Exchange
Under Art's watch, the shop owner loosened the fabric covering the box, exposing its design. The moment it was revealed, an ominous wave of mana surged outward."You might need to protect yourself with mana. It's dangerous," the man warned, raising his gaze to Art.Art wasn’t a newbie in dealings like this. In his former life, he had been exposed to similar situations since childhood. He had learned how to read people—their intentions, their unspoken words.The shop owner was conducting one final test to see if Art was truly worthy of the mask.If Art followed his advice and shielded himself with mana, it would signal that he wasn’t strong enough to naturally endure its aura. That would shatter the illusion of overwhelming strength he had carefully crafted. Someone at A or S-rank wouldn’t even flinch at something of this level, no matter how impressive it was.That said, Art could tell the mask's aura was genuinely dangerous. But he wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip away."Yo
The Successor System Mistaken Identity
Art walked back to where he’d left Kira.She immediately ran toward him the moment he came into view.Art could tell that staying alone was still very uncomfortable triggering for her after everything she’d gone through. "Are you alright?" he asked.She simply nodded, and they both left the area together.Art's next destination was to find an artifact blacksmith.Unlike weapon blacksmiths, who worked on creating or recreating weapons and armor, artifact blacksmiths handled other magical items—like the masks he had. Some blacksmiths were skilled enough to excel in both areas.But there was no way he’d find a good blacksmith in this place. He needed to go deeper into the city, to the mage districts—and taking Kira with him wouldn’t be ideal."Umm... Kira. I have to go to the main city. Do you know which teleportation station leads there?"She described the directions for him. "I'm guessing I can't go with you?""Yeah. It won't be very safe for you," he replied. "Would you be okay going
The Successor System Wasting potential
Art navigated more carefully as he searched for the blacksmith.He couldn’t afford to reveal his identity. He paid close attention to his surroundings, making sure he wasn’t being followed.So far, nothing seemed out of place.But he knew his abilities in the outside world still weren’t sharp enough to trust completely.It took longer than if he had just asked openly, but he finally found the building the boy described. A massive, bleached dragon skull hung above the door, suspended by chains that glowed faintly with runic symbols. Its eye sockets flickered with soft blue light, as if watching everyone nearby.He glanced around cautiously."That must be it," he muttered, eyeing another building nearby before walking over.Art stopped in front of the building, now confident he’d found the right place.The building was tucked between two larger structures, yet it had a more special presence.Made from polished blackstone and silverwood, the shop had faintly glowing etchings across its s
The Successor System A ticket to revenge
"I'm sorry for your loss. But I think you're making a mistake," Art said firmly. "You decided to throw your talent away because she was killed? Isn't that the same as letting her killer go free?"Garron's face dropped. "You never justified her death. Her killer must be out there, living quite the life.""You think I'm okay with that? There’s nothing I can do!" Garron burst out in a mix of sadness and frustration. "Trying to get revenge would only lead to more death.""And why is that?" Art pressed.Garron let out a sigh. "That armor I made for her, along with the artifacts, were the best I could produce. If her opponent destroyed even those... then anything else I make would be useless.""So, let me get this straight. You stopped crafting because you feel guilty for causing Jira's mother’s death, and you think your skills aren’t good enough to help bring her killer to justice?"Seeing no response, Art shook his head in disappointment. "So if there was a chance to help get rid of the
The Successor System Formed Pact
"How did he find out?" Art mumbled while chewing on a fruit. Garron had seen right through him before leaving—clearly, a man who'd dealt with plenty of children and teenagers in his life.Night had fallen, and the synchronized chorus of insects performed a gentle orchestral hum across the forest.Art was currently lying on the thick branch of a large tree, his gaze fixed on the dark sky overhead.This tree would serve as his home for the night, as he had decided not to return to Yuh’s family house. At this point, there wasn’t much reason to go back.Maybe they were expecting him tonight, which, disappointing them on his part, wasn’t great—but sometimes, plans got ruined by circumstance.After everything he had learned, wandering around—especially at night—wouldn’t be the safest move for him anymore.He stared down at the fruit in his hand, his expression shifting into a frown. Not long ago, he was indulging in mouth-watering meals and warm beds. Now, he was stuck with fruit.Sure, he
The Successor System Painful Death
A young man, about 23 years old, stood amidst a grisly scene—several bodies lay lifeless around him, their blood pooling on the cold, desolate ground. The crimson stains on his own clothes and skin told a story of violence, desperation, and betrayal. It was deep into the night, and the eerie silence of this desolate area cloaked the horror from prying eyes. He staggered slightly, struggling to remain conscious, his breaths shallow and uneven. His eyes, heavy with exhaustion and disbelief, locked onto the woman he had once loved, the woman he had hoped to marry. But she had betrayed him. Drugged, bound, and handed over to the people who sought his life the most, he had been nothing more than a pawn in her game. His family’s wealth and influence were known far and wide, striking fear into anyone who dared oppose them. Yet, behind the scenes, an internal war raged between his father and his uncle. Though uninterested in the power struggles, he had always been vigilant, aware that his
The Successor System Reincarnation
His eyes flickered for a moment before finally opening. His vision was blurry at first, but it took only a few seconds to adjust. ‘Where am I?’ he thought, glancing around the luxurious room where he lay. The bed he rested on was so comfortable that he almost considered falling back asleep. However, the memory of his death, the strange voice, and the golden screen jolted him awake. Sitting upright, he took a closer look at his surroundings. The room was styled like something out of 18th-century royalty, but the materials used in its construction seemed otherworldly, far beyond what his old world could achieve. The windows were wide open, letting in a crisp breeze, and the sound of metal clanging echoed faintly from outside. The air was pure, unlike anything he had ever breathed before. Before he could dwell too much on these observations, the golden screen from before materialized in front of him. He flinched slightly but then read the words displayed. [Congratulations! Hos
The Successor System In a magical world
He clearly remembered the words written on the screen back then: [Searching for suitable host] By no means was this body suitable; no, it was more like suicide. “System! What is the meaning of this? Why didn’t you tell me this is a magical world?” All his plans had just been blown away. There was no way that money was the most important thing here. ‘You were the one who assumed that, silly.’ He heard a voice, causing him to look around the room, alarmed. He recognized the voice—it was the same soothing voice that had spoken to him when the system first appeared, undoubtedly belonging to a female. “Who’s there? Who are you?” He couldn’t see anyone. If he told anyone about this in his former world, they’d just shake their heads and direct him to a psychiatric hospital. ‘Unfortunately for you, you can’t see me because I’m speaking directly into your mind. In a way, I’m within it.’ “Huh? Within my mind? How?” He wasn’t comfortable with this, and it would be worse if she could read
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Formed Pact
"How did he find out?" Art mumbled while chewing on a fruit. Garron had seen right through him before leaving—clearly, a man who'd dealt with plenty of children and teenagers in his life.Night had fallen, and the synchronized chorus of insects performed a gentle orchestral hum across the forest.Art was currently lying on the thick branch of a large tree, his gaze fixed on the dark sky overhead.This tree would serve as his home for the night, as he had decided not to return to Yuh’s family house. At this point, there wasn’t much reason to go back.Maybe they were expecting him tonight, which, disappointing them on his part, wasn’t great—but sometimes, plans got ruined by circumstance.After everything he had learned, wandering around—especially at night—wouldn’t be the safest move for him anymore.He stared down at the fruit in his hand, his expression shifting into a frown. Not long ago, he was indulging in mouth-watering meals and warm beds. Now, he was stuck with fruit.Sure, he
A ticket to revenge
"I'm sorry for your loss. But I think you're making a mistake," Art said firmly. "You decided to throw your talent away because she was killed? Isn't that the same as letting her killer go free?"Garron's face dropped. "You never justified her death. Her killer must be out there, living quite the life.""You think I'm okay with that? There’s nothing I can do!" Garron burst out in a mix of sadness and frustration. "Trying to get revenge would only lead to more death.""And why is that?" Art pressed.Garron let out a sigh. "That armor I made for her, along with the artifacts, were the best I could produce. If her opponent destroyed even those... then anything else I make would be useless.""So, let me get this straight. You stopped crafting because you feel guilty for causing Jira's mother’s death, and you think your skills aren’t good enough to help bring her killer to justice?"Seeing no response, Art shook his head in disappointment. "So if there was a chance to help get rid of the
Wasting potential
Art navigated more carefully as he searched for the blacksmith.He couldn’t afford to reveal his identity. He paid close attention to his surroundings, making sure he wasn’t being followed.So far, nothing seemed out of place.But he knew his abilities in the outside world still weren’t sharp enough to trust completely.It took longer than if he had just asked openly, but he finally found the building the boy described. A massive, bleached dragon skull hung above the door, suspended by chains that glowed faintly with runic symbols. Its eye sockets flickered with soft blue light, as if watching everyone nearby.He glanced around cautiously."That must be it," he muttered, eyeing another building nearby before walking over.Art stopped in front of the building, now confident he’d found the right place.The building was tucked between two larger structures, yet it had a more special presence.Made from polished blackstone and silverwood, the shop had faintly glowing etchings across its s
Mistaken Identity
Art walked back to where he’d left Kira.She immediately ran toward him the moment he came into view.Art could tell that staying alone was still very uncomfortable triggering for her after everything she’d gone through. "Are you alright?" he asked.She simply nodded, and they both left the area together.Art's next destination was to find an artifact blacksmith.Unlike weapon blacksmiths, who worked on creating or recreating weapons and armor, artifact blacksmiths handled other magical items—like the masks he had. Some blacksmiths were skilled enough to excel in both areas.But there was no way he’d find a good blacksmith in this place. He needed to go deeper into the city, to the mage districts—and taking Kira with him wouldn’t be ideal."Umm... Kira. I have to go to the main city. Do you know which teleportation station leads there?"She described the directions for him. "I'm guessing I can't go with you?""Yeah. It won't be very safe for you," he replied. "Would you be okay going
Beneficial Exchange
Under Art's watch, the shop owner loosened the fabric covering the box, exposing its design. The moment it was revealed, an ominous wave of mana surged outward."You might need to protect yourself with mana. It's dangerous," the man warned, raising his gaze to Art.Art wasn’t a newbie in dealings like this. In his former life, he had been exposed to similar situations since childhood. He had learned how to read people—their intentions, their unspoken words.The shop owner was conducting one final test to see if Art was truly worthy of the mask.If Art followed his advice and shielded himself with mana, it would signal that he wasn’t strong enough to naturally endure its aura. That would shatter the illusion of overwhelming strength he had carefully crafted. Someone at A or S-rank wouldn’t even flinch at something of this level, no matter how impressive it was.That said, Art could tell the mask's aura was genuinely dangerous. But he wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip away."Yo
Disguise Hunting
Art freshened up and changed his clothes.Most of the clothes he had become tight so he had to buy new ones.Art's plan on becoming an adventurer would pose a lot of risks if he left his face exposed.He needed to keep his identity hidden. Especially as he was sure that he would make a lot of enemies with his character. So he needed to buy a new mask since he had already used the ones he had back in the academy, and they could be linked back to him.He also decided not to use his Silver abilities. So he had to stick to his earth magic and the others he copied.Art wore a black hood to hide most of his face.Just when he stepped out of the house, he heard Kira's voice."Wait!" She said, walking towards him. "Can I come with you?"He wouldn't have agreed to it, but this was the first time that she wanted to leave the house after her traumatic encounter. So he was forced to accept."You'll have to cover your face with something."She nodded before walking in. Coming out shortly after, w
Fat Art
Art spent the next ten days staying with them.Just like Yuh's father had said, the registration for the Grand Magus test began three days after Art's arrival. He had already registered a few days ago.Initially, he had planned to leave the day after he arrived, but Yuh’s parents insisted he stay at least until the test began. After all, he was still young and pretty much homeless. Yuh wasn’t sure if her parents would have let him stay had they known what he was capable of.Still, they offered him a roof over his head and plenty of food.With no other alternatives, he accepted. They were good people, and he wasn’t about to reject their kindness. But he wasn’t a freeloader either. The next day, he found a merchant willing to buy some of his items.The merchant couldn’t determine the exact value of the feathers Art had collected, so he offered a low price. Art was convinced they were worth much more, so he held onto them. Instead, he sold some low-grade mana cores—as absorbing them at
A way in
Art walked through the streets behind the girl, his arms folded across his chest. He tried to stay composed despite his inner turmoil. --- Moments ago "What did you say?" "I want to thank you properly, and you seem hungry. I can't be sure of anything except that we make lovely dishes at my home," the girl said. Art took a few seconds to reply. He might have been hungry, but he still had his pride. "Ehk-hem! I actually have somewhere to eat. But if you insist, I'll take you up on your offer," he said with a straight face. His reply seemed to please her as she smiled. "My name is Yuh. Please follow me." --- And that was how he ended up like this. He hadn’t paid much attention to her earlier, but now he gauged her physical appearance. She looked slightly older than him, with several injuries and bruises—probably from when she confronted those men. They walked for several minutes, passing many people and buildings along the way. This was the first time he was freely walki
An Angry Man is still a Hungry Man
Art never thought of himself as some kind of hero who saved every person he didn't know in distress without expecting anything in return. In fact, he considered that kind of mindset foolish—a pointless waste of time, energy, and effort. A simple thank you wasn't enough to justify the trouble. People might call him self-centered for thinking this way, but he didn’t care. That was just how he saw the world. But there were some things even he couldn't ignore. Some acts so vile they crossed a line, and this was one of them. For someone with a 25-year-old mentality—perhaps even older, considering the memories of the life he had replaced—certain things struck a nerve. Especially when he had two younger sisters, though from different worlds. Hearing what these men had done… It triggered something in him. His golden eyes glowed as mana gathered around him, the air shifting with his rising energy. Both men instinctively took a few steps back. 'Wait… he's a mage too? But he looked so
