[Ding!]
[You have finally reincarnated! The World grants you its blessing with a special talent and a unique title!]
[World Talent: doubles maximum mana every 24 hours]
[Title: The Chosen One among the chosen ones]
"…"
Silence.
Then, a happy laugh pierced through the walls of the room.
"Is this your way of making amends, huh? Well, you are mistaken, I will use whatever you have given me to destroy you, wretched world!" He smiled, before reading the description of his title.
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The Chosen One Among the Chosen Ones
Your mana reserve is linked to that of the chosen ones.
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Roman opened his mouth, only to close it immediately after.
He furrowed his brows. He was not understanding.
Then he opened his status panel.
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Name: Roman Red
Title: The Chosen One Among the Chosen Ones
Level: 1
Mana: 0/-50
Affinity: Fire
Skill(s): Fireball
World Talent: you cannot level up.
World Talent: doubles maximum mana every 24 hours.
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After spending a good minute reflecting, a sigh left his lips.
"In simple terms… I cannot level up, the only way to increase my mana is with the World Talent, but, plot twist, it scales negatively."
He stroked his face with his hand, before shaking his head.
"The only way I have to use Skills is through the mana of the chosen ones… and if the title does not deceive me, the chosen one of this world is… Xixi?"
A slight laugh broke the gloomy atmosphere that had formed in the room.
"Fate is a very strange concept… first I died because of Xixi's talent, because the world must balance talents, giving one powerful and one lousy… and now I will use her to become stronger!"
Roman stood up from the chair, a happy smile on his face. He intended to take a shower to wash off the smell of… death. He had been dead for at least six hours.
"Oh, I forgot…" he murmured while undressing. "I can only use Skills related to the fire element."
The Meteorite Association gave the first basic Skill to all awakened ones, based on their affinity.
And if you had a talent and communicated it, you could gain many other benefits.
He threw his clothes on the floor and stepped into the shower.
…
Out of the shower, Roman looked at himself in the mirror.
He was tall and handsome.
Black hair and black eyes, like a predator. His eyebrows were sharp as swords, the only problem was his physique.
"Dear Roman, have you never trained in your life? What kind of physique is this??"
With a sigh, he dried off, took some clothes from the wardrobe, a hoodie and jeans, put on a pair of sneakers, and left the house.
"Since I can now use mana, does that not mean I can kill monsters? I want to see the Rift with my own eyes!"
Perfectis, 8:10 AM
Perfectis was a huge city where all humans from level 1 to Tier 2 Lv300 lived.
In this city, of course, those who had not yet awakened the system also lived, that is, boys and girls under 18 years old.
The division into zones was not random.
The mana beasts that populated the world had divided themselves this way. And humans had to adapt, otherwise there would have been clashes between beings of immense power in a city full of weaklings.
The city of Perfectis was populated by all the humans who had faced the two evolutionary challenges at common difficulty.
The one from Tier 0 to Tier 1, and the one from Tier 1 to Tier 2.
And everyone was stuck at Tier 2 Lv300. Everyone.
There was no one in that city who had a higher level or tier, nor was there any adult with a lower level.
Either you reached the maximum level by gaining at least one level per day, thus avoiding the death countdown, or you died.
There were no other ways.
And all the humans in Perfectis had reached the maximum level attainable by them, Tier 2 Lv300. This was because the evolutionary challenges they had overcome were at common difficulty, both of them.
There were two other cities.
Mirabel, where Tier 3 Lv300 to Tier 5 Lv600 lived.
Gretan, where people from Tier 6 Lv600 and up lived.
No human had yet reached Tier 9, but there were many who were close to Tier 8.
In any case, for now, there was only one Tier 8 Lv900.
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Roman walked through the streets of the city of Perfectis, admiring with his own eyes everything that was beautiful.
The houses were arranged in an orderly manner, one next to the other, leaving several meters of space around each building.
But the truly peculiar thing was the blue glow that surrounded everything, the grass, the ground, the leaves of the trees, the walls of the houses…
But above all—
"Damn, so it was not just a dream of the old Roman, people really have blue-tipped hair!" He murmured, incredulous.
Mana had permeated everything in this world, so much so that it had been renamed Blue Meteorite, but not because the meteorite was blue, but simply because the whole world had shades of blue.
The more something had a hint of bright blue, the more mana it possessed.
A half-sigh left Roman's lips.
"I have no mana at all, my hair is blacker than black. I am in a low-level zone, it is not too noticeable, but the moment I change zones, the difference will be evident…"
Roman stopped to think while looking at a shop window.
"But what am I worrying about, with my talent it will take me no time to reach the mana of a Tier 9 Lv1000. I just hope that girl, Xixi, can keep up with my speed. But even if she does not, it does not matter, I just need to be careful and not die like an idiot as I did in my past life…"
Thinking about this, an embarrassed smile appeared on his face.
The day of his death had been the only day in his life when he had done a good deed.
He had never helped an elderly lady cross the street, but that day he had, and, plot twist, a truck had decided to crush them. Both of them.
"Maybe this reincarnation is the way the universe apologizes for the stupid death? Or was that old lady the deity of reincarnation?!"
The thought crossed his mind, but he shook his head.
He had other things to do that day than think about such nonsense.
Enter the Rift.
The school Roman attended had ended classes exactly on January 1st, when all 18-year-old boys awakened.
Like all schools, for that matter.
The boys, now men and women of the world, had become free to do what they wanted.
Enter the Rift, level up, make money, die…
It was their responsibility.
"To think that the old Roman did not even have a friend…" he murmured with a frown. "But this plays in my favor, I do not have to behave like he did, I can be myself."
Between one thought and another, Roman reached his destination.
A large building stood between him and the meteorite, on top of which was the Rift.
"Meteorite Hall"
That was the name of the building Roman entered.
A crowd of people was inside, each doing their own thing.
Roman ignored them all, heading toward a counter.
A beautiful girl, dressed in blue with a meteorite symbol on her shirt, on the right side of her chest, smiled at Roman.
"Welcome, how can I help you?"
Roman stared at her hair for a moment. It was completely blonde, with no hint of blue, typical of a person who had not awakened the system.
"I am here to enter the Rift." He took his ID from his pocket and handed it to the woman.
With a professional smile, the woman scanned the ID, returned it to Roman, and let him through.
Every entry into the Rift was recorded. But he did not know why.
"Good luck!" she said.
Roman nodded. "Thank you."
A door opened in front of him. Moving stairs were a little further ahead, and many other people were using them.
They were used to reach the area above the meteorite.
A few minutes later…
"Well, it is really huge!" He raised his gaze, but he could not see the end of it.
The portal glowed with a vibrant blue, slightly illuminating the surrounding area, even though it was daytime.
Without wasting any more time, Roman headed inside it.