Reincarnated With A System Of Different Genre

Chapter 63: Heroic Spirit, Bloodline Regression

"I am not a student..." Gurath said with visible difficulty while speaking to Volka for quite some time in order to clear up the misunderstanding.

Apparently, the Black Dragon had genuinely assumed that Elder Gurath was another late participant sent to attend the summoning class.

Meanwhile, Sénior’s attention had shifted elsewhere.

More specifically, toward Voomie.

"This dog looks strange," Sénior commented honestly while staring at the dog.

"You look strange! Your whole family looks strange, woof!" Voomie barked back immediately.

Bonjour watched their interaction with clear amusement before shifting his attention toward Ryan.

"Why are you the only one left without a summon?" he questioned.

Ryan immediately suffered what felt like critical blow to mind.

He turned toward Bonjour with a menacing glare.

"I’ll get the greatest summon here right now!"

"Sure, sure..." Bonjour replied dismissively.

The summoning sequence then resumed once more, and eventually only a single student remained.

It was Ryan.

At last, he stepped forward dramatically while brushing his hair back.

"Haha! My time to shine has finally arrived! I choose a spirit summon!" he declared loudly.

"Calm down first," Volka replied while rubbing his forehead slightly.

"At least wait for the Spirit Crystal to react."

Meanwhile, Gurath quietly observed the entire situation.

Ryan confidently grabbed the Spirit Crystal.

However, the crystal only emitted a rather dim glow.

Ryan’s expression immediately stiffened.

"No way..." he muttered in disbelief before quickly recovering.

"Instructor! I still choose the spirit summon!"

Volka simply pointed toward the summoning circle.

"Stand there."

Ryan immediately entered the spirit summoning formation before injecting his energy into the circle exactly as instructed.

Though most students could not perceive it clearly, the formation itself performed the majority of the work while merely using Ryan’s energy as the catalyst.

The summoning circle glowed with a golden radiance.

Then Ryan’s consciousness was pulled into the shared mental space connected to the summoning ritual.

Or rather, a shared mental space involving three separate entities.

The moment Ryan opened his eyes, he found himself standing inside a collapsing world filled with cracks, ruins, and floating fragments of shattered land.

And standing before him, was an old man. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

The man possessed gray hair, black eyes nearly identical to Ryan’s own, and an atmosphere that felt strangely familiar.

"I can finally speak with you properly here," the old man said slowly.

Ryan stared at him in shock.

"Sword spirit?" he muttered instinctively.

This was the secret Ryan had carried for years.

The strange sword passed down through his family.

A mysterious heirloom said to possess a dormant spirit.

And now, seeing the old man directly before him, Ryan strangely felt as though he were meeting an actual family member.

"I don’t even know how many years have passed since I last spoke with someone carrying our bloodline," the old man muttered while looking at Ryan carefully.

"All your forefathers were trash. If not for the sword appearing ordinary even to powerful experts, it would have been stolen long ago."

Ryan’s expression twitched slightly.

"And this summoning system..." the old man continued while observing the surroundings.

"Interesting. In our era, the Spirit World and the Earthly World only cooperated through iron-blooded alliances during war. Has a new agreement been formed between the two planes? If peace truly exists now, then perhaps this age is not entirely hopeless."

"Old man, what exactly are you talking about?" Ryan asked with confusion.

"Ignorant of your own origins... haha" the spirit muttered before laughing softly.

"I suppose time truly passes quickly."

His expression then slowly became grave.

"But what a dreadful feeling that was," he continued.

"Such a potent bloodline appearing in this era... and one connected to that existence no less. Even recalling that sensation still sends chills down my spine."

The old man recalled ancient figures from his time.

Figures so monstrous and legendary that even he had once admired them from afar.

And among those figures, there existed one whose bloodline still carried terrifying weight even after countless generations.

"What nonsense are you babbling now, sword spirit?" Ryan asked again.

Meanwhile, the old man observed him silently.

’The bloodline has diluted too much,’ he thought inwardly.

’If this child had not experienced slight bloodline regression, perhaps even I would have been lost to time...’

Ryan had carried that sword since childhood.

Because of their connection, the old spirit understood most things about him.

His dreams, his personality.

Even his ridiculous ambition to become something like a Small Mercenary King.

Suddenly, the old man burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha..."

For some reason, he genuinely found the entire situation amusing.

And then finally, the third presence finally arrived.

The spirit Ryan had originally intended to summon through the ritual.

And surprisingly, it was human.

"OHOYO! I sensed the calling of destiny itself, so you must be the chosen one!" a man suddenly declared dramatically as he appeared within the shared mental space.

The man looked exactly like the stereotypical description of a thief one would find in cheap adventure stories.

Messy hair, suspicious smile, questionable clothing, and an expression that practically screamed "untrustworthy."

"But who is this old man?" he added while pointing toward the sword spirit.

"A calling of destiny..." the old sword spirit muttered suspiciously before suddenly turning toward Ryan.

"Ryan, does a God of Destiny exist during your era?" he asked seriously.

"Or have you at least heard that name before?"

"I think so..." Ryan replied uncertainly while trying to recall the stories his father occasionally mentioned.

"Though I don’t really remember the details." freeweɓnovel.cѳm

"Hey, old man! I asked you a question first!" the newly arrived spirit complained loudly.

The sword spirit ignored him completely.

"Spirits rarely maintain a fully human form unless they are born from obsession, deliberately nurtured through special methods, or tied to a human soul," he analyzed calmly while observing the newcomer carefully.

"And from what I can sense, you were originally human yourself. So tell me, how are you retaining your personality so perfectly?"

The strange man blinked once, then he looked offended.

"Old man, do you have dementia?" he asked honestly.

"I’m a Heroic Spirit."

"Heroic Spirit... this is a new term," the sword spirit repeated thoughtfully.

Then, a sword suddenly materialized within his grasp.

The atmosphere of the entire mental space instantly changed.

"Ryan, you may experience some headache soon, so prepare yourself." the old man said calmly.

The suspicious spirit immediately became alert.

"Old man, do you want to die?" he snapped.

"Do you even understand what Heroic Spirits are? Only individuals who left behind legends and marks upon history can become one! Do yo–"

[Emotion Sword] — Wonder.

The sword spirit moved his blade only once.

It was an incredibly simple motion.

Yet at that exact moment, the world around the Heroic Spirit lost all color.

Everything became silent.

Empty.

Meaningless.

Then, an overwhelming splitting pain struck his mind.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!"

The Heroic Spirit screamed in agony while clutching his head.

The pain felt worse than death itself.

Ryan, who merely witnessed the attack indirectly, also felt a sharp sting within his mind.

"So you truly were influenced by Destiny to some extent," the sword spirit concluded calmly.

Ryan stared at the scene in complete shock.

The old man before him had casually crippled a spirit with a single sword movement.

Meanwhile, the Heroic Spirit remained kneeling on the ground while breathing heavily.

"There are many things I wish to ask you," the sword spirit continued indifferently as his eyes sharpened dangerously.

"So hurry and form a contract with the boy, oh, and it will be a slave contract."

The Heroic Spirit froze.

"Otherwise, I kill you."

The old man pointed his sword directly toward him.

"What do you choose?"

"WAIT!" the Heroic Spirit shouted immediately while raising both hands in surrender.

"LET’S REVISE THE CONTRACT TERMS FIRST!"