Reincarnated Hero System

The flames around my fist intensified, and Prisma immediately went pale. Clearly not eager to get punched a second time, he started talking.

[Alright, chill, let me explain.

It’s about the fact that you’ve never died in any of your reincarnations. Another thing you never did was reach Transcendence.

I’m guessing you either subconsciously avoided seeking power or ended up in places like Earth V. Don’t really know since you deleted all memories of those incarnations.

Bottom line is, you never died. And because of that, your soul technically still holds all its power from your prime. You just can’t access it because you sealed it. That and the fact that your current body would collapse under the weight of your soul since it’s too weak.

Regardless, your soul has always been a Deity Soul, and that already presented issues for you when you reached Transcendence.

Now that you’ve partially released your seal, you are essentially a Deity in a Mortal’s body. You have a far stronger soul than even that Arthur kid whose soul is the strongest a Mortal’s soul could possibly be.]

Prisma paused to catch his breath before continuing.

[Here’s the thing, your Deity Soul holds the Universal Law Comprehensions you attained, and your Origin Cores for your Authorities. Easily over a dozen.

If you achieve Transcendence—the realm where one begins comprehending laws—those comprehensions would come pouring into your head, and with how much information is there, I’m guessing your brain might collapse from overload, liquify and flow out through your ears.]

That was a rather graphic description, and I felt it was unnecessary to make the point so dramatically.

Perhaps noticing my twitching fingers, Prisma hurriedly explained the rest.

[Dude, chill. Let me offer a solution.]

“…I’m listening.”

[The fix is simple: Limit your Comprehensions.

Limit your Law Comprehensions so that you only regain those of two Basic-Rank laws upon reaching Transcendence. You’d have a slight headache, but you’ll be fine, with those two Comprehensions and Pseudo-Authorities.]

“And how do I do that?”

I was fully on board with solving this issue, but it seemed Prisma was begging for another punch to the gut, because instead of giving me a direct answer, he said:

[Well, if you just reabsorbed your memories, you’d instantly have this information.]

Glancing at me, he added,

[But clearly, you don’t want to do that.]

“Did you not just explain what would happen if thousands of years’ worth of information flooded into my head all at once?”

[Actua-]

“Solution, Now.”

I grabbed his shoulder with my flaming hand, and he let out a short screech before quickly spilling the details I needed.

‘Hmm…I can do that right now.’

With that thought, I sat back down and got to work, limiting the Law Comprehensions that would return when I reached Transcendent-level power.

It took me quite a while, but I eventually got it done. Once I was finished, I stood up and turned to Prisma.

“Now I’m going to group you the same way I did Arlan Maddox’s memories—in a mental Memory Palace.

You’ll be a book in my mind that I can access whenever I want, but otherwise, you cannot interfere with my current life.”

Hearing my intention, Prisma rolled his eyes.

[Dude, will it kill you to ju—!]

He didn’t get to finish his words as I absorbed his entire existence and transformed it into a book in my palm.

A plain black book, its title written in gold.

“Prisma.”

“Good. Now then, to get out of here…”

I glanced around as I muttered to myself. Then, remembering that this was my mindscape, I simply willed myself out.

The moment I did, everything went black.

◇　◇　◇

The first light my eyes registered upon reopening came from the chandelier hanging at the centre of the room whose bed I was currently on.

Sitting up, I glanced around and took in my surroundings.

“Oh, it’s that hotel in Tolgue.”

Pulling up the Reincarnated Hero System interface, I checked the date and was mildly surprised. It was July 30th—ten days since Arthur and Jamie barged into my room and dragged me off into space.

“I’m sure only two days had passed when I had that Conversation with Myself—Prisma. Which means… it took another eight days for me to wake up.”

Getting out of bed, I opened my inventory and pulled out some foodstuffs, tossing together a quick smoothie that I sipped on while preparing an actual meal.

I didn’t need to eat, but my mouth felt dry, so I did.

Nothing fancy—just some fried rice and a small piece of gryphon meat. Since my suite had a kitchen, I didn’t have to use any of the utensils stored in my Subspace.

“…wait, Subspace?”

For some reason, it took me quite a while to realise that my inventory had transformed.

Normally, its size scaled proportionally to my maximum magic power. But now, It was at least five times bigger. I could also feel spatial laws woven into its structure, and everything inside was significantly more organized.

But beyond that, I could tell that while it was still tied to my Inventory skill… it wasn’t just an inventory anymore.

“Well, I’m still calling it ‘inventory’ regardless.”

Whatever it had become, renaming it was too much effort.

After skimming through the updated Inventory Skill description, I closed the interface and finally turned my attention to the rest of my status that I’d ignored earlier.

|Name- Evan Von Bourne

Race- Body: Draconic Human; Soul: Elder-Breed godslayer

Gender – Male

Age- Body: 16; Soul: 20;

Level- 741

Existence Level- Legendary (Intermediate)

Titles- The Second of Seven Heroes, Leader of the Seven Heroes, Reincarnated Hero, Wielder of Mystic Eyes, Loved By Nature, Zodiac godslayer, Prisma, Anomaly, Irregular, Masked Rogue Hero, SS Tier Mercenary, Vortex Dragon, Enemy of Aramis, ‘Special’ Lieutenant Colonel of the G.I.A, Disaster Lord, […]

Class- Elemental Combat Fusionist.

Health– X1

Energy– X1+ (x5 quality)

Strength– X1+

Agility– X1

Durability– X1

Intelligence- X1

Condition- Normal.

Magic Tiers- Fire Tier 5?, Lightning Tier 4, Shadow Tier 2, Ice Tier 5, Wind Tier 3, Water Tier 2, Darkness Tier 3, Light Tier 3, Non-Attribute Tier 4;

Resistances- Divinity, Poison, Charm, Fear, Lightning, Mental, Elemental, Demonic Energy, Magic Energy, Death Essence, Acid, Pressure, Power Negation, Pain, Radiation, Biological, Spiritual Force, Memory Reading & Alteration, Destructive Energy, Law Energy, Petrification, Corrosion, Illusions, Curses, Time.

Skills- Full Appraisal, Magic Control, Weapon Control, Paladin, Concealment, Language Comprehension, Martial Arts, Fracture, Void Steps, Irregular, Everlasting Chains, Lightning Flash, Energy Manipulation, Coercion, Dragon Breath, Imperial Scales, Skywrath, Frozen Inferno, Lethe, Dive (E), Blessing of Corrosion;

Mimicked Skills-Energy Blast, Aura Slash, Blink, Inventory, Limit Break, Blade Cannon, Elemental Shield, Chain Lightning, Track Down, Tenacity, Intimidation, Collapse, Elemental Weapon Projection, Thunderclap, Physical Damage Reduction, Danger Sense, Vindiction’s Strike, Time Difference, Hollow Magic, Flux, Elemental Gale, Farsight, Elemental Skewer, Stout Guardian, Hydra, Pierce Guard, Adamantine Might, Burst Cannon, Shockwave, Nox Magic, Energy Regeneration, Devastation, Permeating Wave, Elemental Surge, Blue Judgement, Gravilife Convergence, Anima, Titanium Body, Hammerfist, Electroflame, Hologram Creation, Space Warp, Time Bomb, Gravitational Maelstrom, Prism Pulse;

Stoneheart’s Embrace, Body Transformation, World Sunder, Tempest Avatar, Disaster Genesis;

Available Skill Slots- 15;

Unique Skills- Mystic Eyes of Mimicry (4), Adaptive Evolution, Blessing of Destruction (2), Vortex, Harbinger of Ice, Mesarthim: Prismatic Inferno, A R ■■■.|

“Not much has changed.

For starters, my Soul Race is finally visible.”

Clicking my tongue at the text displayed, I muttered, “So the number of censored letters never matched up in the first place.”

Shaking my head at future Artemisia’s misdirection, I moved my gaze down to my Soul Age which was still 20.

“Maybe that only reflects my current incarnation.”

Skipping past the Level and Existence Level tabs, I scrolled down to my Titles—specifically, the glowing ones that were previously either censored or non-existent.

“So that censored one was “Zodiac godslayer”, huh? And then “Prisma” appeared, just like I expected.”

When I glanced back at the Zodiac Title, the back of my right hand suddenly grew warm. I dropped my spoon and glanced at it, noticing faint Roman numerals glowing on my skin.

‘IX’

“What’s this about?”

Flipping through the “Prisma” book at record speed, I quickly unearthed my answer.

“So I was number Nine—IX of the Zodiac godslayers. And all of us had these numbers…”

While I now understood its significance, I had no intention of letting it stay visible. With a thought, the mark faded, and my hand returned to normal.

Moving on, I checked my Skills. Aside from the previous “■■■■■” now displaying as “A R ■■■”, there was nothing noteworthy.

I dismissed the status board and opened my “Boosts, Bonuses and Title Effects” interface to see if anything had changed there.

|Boosts, Bonuses and Title Effects;

47.5% Stat Boost.

Boosted Life Force.

130% Stat Effectiveness.

500% Levelling Efficiency.

10% Total Damage Mitigation.

50% Ice Damage and Efficiency Boost.

15% Increase in Skill Effectiveness.

25% Increase in Energy Manipulation Speed.

200% Mesarthim Damage and Efficiency Boost.

30% Mimicked Skill Effectiveness/Damage Bonus.

10% increase in Mimicked Ability Overall Power.

30% Increase in Destructive Skill Strength/Damage.

30% Increase in Destructive Magic Strength/Damage.

300% Overall Power Boost. (1st Activation State Only).

45% Damage Bonus against ‘Invaders’ and ‘Enemies of Aidos’.

15% Increase in Weapon and Non-Weapon Attack Strength/Damage and Speed.

15% Increase in Elemental Energy-Based Attack Strength/Damage and Speed.

15% Increase in Destructive Energy Based Attack Strength/Damage and Speed. |

Leaving aside my ridiculous stat boosts—the reason I can beat the shit out of people higher levelled than me—I quickly noticed the glowing numbers in a rather recent addition.

“200% Damage and Efficiency boost? That’s crazy.”

I guess this had to be an effect of recovering my past life’s memories. My Understanding of Mesarthim had skyrocketed, and so had the boost that was previously a mere 25%.

“So Mesarthim’s damage output has tripled. If I stack Blessing of Destruction on top of that, I might actually be able to kill a Sovereign…”

And since it was a percentage buff, its potency would only scale with my strength.

“Then the efficiency boost is just straight-up cheating.”

I already expended less energy than a normal Unique Skill due to my ridiculous flame affinity, but now that’s even lesser?

Placing my spoon down on my empty plate, I offered a moment of silence for my unfortunate future enemies.

“Now then, there’s something else that’s glowing here. 50% Ice Damage Bonus?”

I stared at the stat in silence for a few seconds before flipping open my “Prisma” book in search of answers.

Turns out, they’d been staring me in the face this whole time.

Glancing at the mirror in my suite, my eyes landed on the white highlights in my hair—they seemed… more prominent than before.

“Not as much as I had when I was Prisma, but definitely more than what appeared after absorbing Faldo’s Heart.

Turns out I had an Ice-based power in my previous life, one I got when my flames became so powerful, they burned through my Self-Power Immunity.”

‘Self-Power Immunity’ was the reason I took no damage from Mesarthim’s Flames, especially when using ORANGE’s Self Immolation techniques. But to think my flames grew powerful enough to burn away that immunity…

“My past incarnation really be up to some crazy shit.”

Going through the memories, it came as no surprise that the one who helped me acquire the power of an opposing element was Artemisia.

“That was kinda obvious given her Evolution powers.

Being able to control Existential Evolution must be nice. No wonder the Universe played favourites.”

The moment I said that, the ambient Universal Law Energies stirred—almost as if they were responding to my words.

I ignored it, though. No point in acknowledging something that wouldn’t benefit me.

“Alright, dishes, then bed.”

You’d think I’d be sick of sleeping after being out for ten days, but there was a stark difference.

I had ZERO recollection of eight of those ten days. And my body? I felt exhausted.

So, I took a shower, threw on a set of pyjamas Liz had bought for me—definitely not because her scent was still clinging to them from the time she borrowed them out of sheer laziness—then slipped under my duvet and shut my eyes.

Lights out.