Jump~
Falling onto a bed large enough for four people, I couldn't help but go through my memories once again.
In this life too, my name is Chen Lumer, and I live in the Dragon Kingdom, one of the four great kingdoms that dominate the continent.
Specifically, I'm in an area called the Marble Mountains, a vast region that stretches endlessly, marking the natural border between the Dragon Kingdom and the Flaming Spear Kingdom.
The reason behind these strange names lies in real legendary stories. For example, the Dragon Kingdom is famous for the tale of being the first to slay a dragon at the lord level — a popular story in many novels. Anyway…
In this world exist wizards and swordsmen, divided into various distinct classes.
Each class has its own strengths, weaknesses, equipment, and combat techniques.
These classes are further divided into levels, also called stages or realms — twelve in total, determined by the amount of mana concentrated in the energy core within one's body.
The levels are ranked as follows:
White – Weak
Silver
Light Yellow
Dark Yellow
Light Orange
Dark Orange
Light Red
Dark Red
Light Purple (Lords)
Dark Blue
And finally, Black / Dark Purple, considered the strongest.
Of course, a person's level isn't determined solely by the amount of mana, but also by the number and power of their combat techniques and spells.
A gun without bullets is useless.
Anyway, I am Chen Lumer, from the Lumer family — a family of mid-level nobility. We used to be true nobles about 230 years ago, but due to excessive intermarriage with commoners, our blood became "impure," or so the polite version of the story goes.
The harsher truth is that our bloodline simply ceased to exist.
And I strongly believe the latter. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been exiled decades ago. In this kingdom, only families that lose their bloodline, wealth, or inheritance are voted out and exiled by the majority of noble houses.
The Lumer family served in the royal army due to our naturally sturdy bodies. All our wealth came from the king's wages, and we never possessed any treasured artifacts or family heirlooms.
In short, we have nothing now.
"Hahaha, we've fallen so far that we can't even afford to act arrogant anymore. This guy was supposed to be one of those bullying characters you see in anime, but as he grew older, he lost all hope of living the life he wanted, so he died of depression — heart failure."
"Well, who cares. The best news I've received after reincarnating is that the original owner of this body never bullied or harmed anyone. He rarely even left his warm home."
Sigh~
"Honestly, I might die of a heart attack again at this rate."
In this world, to climb the food chain, one must possess a Mana Heart — without it, the body cannot strengthen, and spells cannot be cast.
Additionally, one must have Mana Veins, which guide the mana from the core to the outside, determining the power, speed, and precision of attacks.
Of course, almost every creature — about 99% — possesses both, but their efficiency and stability depend directly on their bloodline and magical treasures.
The size of the Mana Heart, its capacity, and the width and length of the Mana Veins — all of it depends on bloodline and inherited treasures.
That's why noble families form marital alliances and blood pacts, ensuring their survival on this planet.
It's like hitting the whole world with a single stone — absolute cheating.
"Ahem, unlike some families who prefer a rotten cave over an eternal palace…"
Remembering my idiotic family, who still follow the tradition of marrying six prostitutes from a pig farm, I couldn't help but curse my bad luck.
At the very least, instead of waiting for a miracle to save everything, maybe try marrying strong women, you one-eyed fool.
My father — known in this region as Iron Rock — is over 66 years old, yet still looks young thanks to healing potions he spends thousands of gold coins on.
He's a strong man — well, not literally. His "strength" comes from those potions he buys from a merchant in the nearby city.
He's only at Level 2, but he possesses a few combat techniques strong enough to break a lion's back with a single punch.
An old man like him has about nine, or maybe ten wives — half of them servants, the rest from nearby villages.
"It's a defense pact," he always says.
"Marry me your most beautiful girl, and if pigs attack your village, I'll defend you."
What an idiot. He reminds me of those school bullies who pick fights with the protagonist in bathrooms.
He's bald, always shirtless, showing off his bulky body and the scars that cover him — like a weightlifter proud of his bloated muscles.
"On the bright side," I thought, "I'm probably one of his… eleven best children. Hahaha, what irony."
In my previous life, I was an orphan in an orphanage.
Now, in this one, I have around twenty-three siblings — most of whom I've barely met, and whose names I hardly know.
"What a life…"
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