I Refused To Be Reincarnated

Upon hearing the name, he abruptly stopped and launched himself inside a room, shattering the door into pieces in a cacophony of crunching noises.

"WHAT?!"

Leaning against the wall, he roared his confusion.

Everything made sense now. Durgrim didn't base his theories on the genius'. It had been him all along. That's why he asked him to revive his name.

'And like a fool, I did! That's where my uneasy feeling came from. Durazmarn will brand me a wanted criminal and hunt me down!'

He gulped at the thought, holding his lowered forehead.

Then, he smirked.

'I won't need to return using their means, anyway.'

Indeed, he had set up a teleportation circle. Therefore, he would hop into their territory, save the dwarves and return to the college before anyone noticed him.

"Let's check what I fought so hard for before returning."

He summoned the hands with a thought, revealing their well-preserved surface and tenderness despite the rough activity Durgrim practiced.

Durgrim, The Magister of Magic's hands

Rank: Tier 1

Rarity: Mythic Material

Description:

Six hundred years ago, Durazmarn saw the birth of a mythical enchanter who revolutionised and upturned the field like a storm.

Despite his outstanding success and contribution, Durgrim shared his knowledge for mysterious reasons.

The dwarven royals saw his actions as treason and sentenced him to death.

More than an enchanter, Durgrim possessed a brilliant mind and hands capable of feeling and weaving mana into the fabric of reality, offering him an unfulfilled archmage potential.

Yet, his soul never rested in peace and was locked amidst his creation in the royal palace until Ossian rescued him four hundred years ago.

After he learned about the tournament and got excellent news from the ghost King, Durgrim asked him to put his hands as the first-place reward, sure you'd win, using The Beast Emperor as an intermediary.

Abilities:

Rune Wieving: Through his touch, Durgrim could wave enchantments as effortlessly as breathing in an exquisite dance of mana threads.

Mana Manipulation: Durgrim seized mana with exceptional precision, like physical objects, amplifying it to give his enchantments an extra layer of power.

Surgical Precision: Better than a surgeon, his hands never trembled, and his dexterity was out of this world.

Enchantments Insight: He could identify, decipher, and reproduce an item's enchantments with a touch.

Arcane Synthesis: This ability allowed him to combine materials at will, leading to the latter development of Yngrid's ritual in an attempt to help the dwarves.

"..."

Frame frozen upon reading the back story and abilities, his mind blanked.

Then, he jumped in joy. Stay tuned to My Virtual Library Empire

"Hahaha! I'll craft tier eight and nine items once I build my body. No! I'll make a flying fortress much better than Selene's first!"

Yet, his eyes narrowed into slits as he heard footsteps coming his way, bringing his joyous moment to a premature end.

Cloth whipping against his wooden frame, he left the place and went to the Gate.

A moment later, Shepard, the teachers, and the students emerged from the gothic castle and rushed to him.

"Well done, my boy! Because of you, they even had to ban abusive spells. Hahaha. You marked the Battle Monster tournament's history!"

Shepard laughed, his hand moving to slap his back rhythmically in amusement.

Simultaneously, Nova lunged at him like a cat and scrutinised his body, inch by inch, with trembling eyes.

"Are you sure that stupid Moira didn't wound you?"

Voice cracking, she hugged him in relief and fear.

"She didn't hit me. Don't worry."

He noticed Julius standing behind, frowning at him with a mix of relief and bitterness.

"Before you ask, I upgraded my puppet. I'm satisfied with it, but nothing beats a proper body. Train for a few more years, and you'll surpass it without relying on external tools."

He knew what the boy thought with his competitive mind. But what could he say that wouldn't sound like taunting?

"I'll beat you in a year."

The boy's eyes ignited with unbridled determination as he stepped through the Gate first, his emotions too chaotic to stay. And he couldn't blame him.

How frustrating was it for him to train every day to see his goal drift further away from his reach by relying on materials and crafting?

Meanwhile, the others congratulated him with excited smiles as Arun rubbed his hands.

"Now that you won and won't need your cards anymore, I offer to buy them. State your price. No amount will deter me."

"I have other plans for them, though."

He turned to Shepard, a mischievous grin stretching his lips.

"I'll gift them to the college's club. However, I'll keep three with me for personal reasons."

As Shepard's eyes lit up, he removed Ignatius, the bastard, Silvie, the banshee queen, and Lala from his deck and handed the rest to him. After all, one did have the right to rest in peace, while the other was the opposite. He didn't want her to suffer anymore. As for Lala? He had to return it to Selene.

"Are you sure? Don't misunderstand me, I'm really grateful. But they're just too valuable. More than monetary, it's the champion's deck. It holds a lot of significance."

"That's why I'm giving it. Without the college, I wouldn't have competed or learned alchemy."

He shoved the cards into Shepard's hands, raising his thumb.

"In which college can you proudly expose the champion's cards to motivate younger students?"

"Tsk. I don't like to feel indebted. You can borrow three books for a week, including Vivian's, as promised. Let's head back."

Despite his mentor's snort, he could see his trembling shoulders and sparkling eyes. After all, it was no coincidence that all his disciples played the game. Shepard was a fan himself!

With a smile, he discussed with the teachers before crossing the Gate and stepping onto the college's grounds.

"I missed this place."

He observed the beautiful gardens and new dormitories, nodding at the craftsmanship as the chirping of birds and the sweet smell of nature filled his nostrils.

'But I don't have time to rest.'

Smirking, he followed Shepard, eager to perfect his lightning spells and learn to wield two additional elements.

'I also have Thurin's gravity book.'

All these boring learning sessions filled him with anticipation because each passing day made him more powerful and unlocked a world of possibilities.