The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

Klaus steadied his will and guided the marble-sized dark sun toward the web of energy that held his shattered core together. The compressed arcane energy moved with liquid grace, flowing into the gaps between fragments like molten shadow seeking its proper form.

The moment the concentrated power made contact with his damaged core, Klaus felt transformation begin that exceeded anything he had experienced during his previous enhancement attempts. The dark energy didn't simply fill empty spaces—it fused with the existing fragments, restructuring them at fundamental levels while creating entirely new pathways for power circulation.

Pain and ecstasy warred within his consciousness as his energy center rebuilt itself according to principles that transcended normal magical theory. When the process finally completed, Klaus possessed arcane core that surpassed his original in both capacity and sophistication, a crystalline structure that pulsed with power that seemed to bend reality around its presence.

Klaus opened his eyes and slowly rose to his feet, immediately sensing that something fundamental had changed about his relationship to the forces that governed existence. The world around him felt more responsive, as if the barriers between thought and manifestation had become gossamer-thin.

"Let's see what this can do," Klaus murmured, extending his hand and allowing small amount of arcane energy to flow outward from his reconstructed core.

What emerged made him step back in surprise. Dark liquid smoke poured from his palm like water flowing upward, defying gravity while maintaining coherent form that spoke to energy operating according to entirely different physical laws. The substance moved with fluid grace yet possessed density that suggested solid matter compressed into impossible configurations.

Fascinated by the display, Klaus channeled more power through his system. The dark smoke thickened around his body, creating aura of condensed energy that made the air itself seem heavier. Shadows deepened in his immediate vicinity while light bent strangely around the edges of his form.

Klaus pushed harder, drawing upon reserves that his reconstructed core provided with seemingly limitless generosity. The dark energy surged outward like volcanic eruption, creating pressure waves that rippled through the atmosphere with force that made the ground beneath his feet tremble.

The display was magnificent and terrifying. Klaus appeared to be standing at the center of dark hurricane composed of pure power, energy radiating from his form in waves that spoke to capabilities that exceeded normal comprehension. The very air around him seemed to catch fire with dark flames that burned without consuming anything yet somehow made reality itself appear more vivid.

Behind him, even Dudu—who had shown no fear during Klaus's most dramatic transformations—took several careful steps backward. The Night Dragon's retreat spoke to power levels that commanded respect from creatures whose nature transcended normal limitations.

Klaus felt exhilaration course through his consciousness as he recognized the scope of his enhanced capabilities. The reconstructed arcane core wasn't simply healing old limitations—it was providing access to power that operated on completely different scale from anything he had previously wielded.

Deciding to test the full extent of his restoration, Klaus channeled arcane energy downward through his legs and into the ground beneath his feet. The dark power gathered like compressed spring, building pressure that made the very earth seem to hold its breath in anticipation.

Klaus released the energy in controlled burst that launched him skyward with force that should have been impossible for individual consciousness to generate. He shot upward like dark comet, accelerating through atmosphere that parted before his passage while streams of energy trailed behind him in patterns that resembled calligraphy written in shadow and starlight.

The ascent continued until Klaus found himself suspended miles above the Eastern Tower, the entire Lionhart estate spread below him like detailed map illuminated by moonlight. At this altitude, the curvature of the world became visible while stars wheeled overhead with clarity that spoke to air so thin that normal humans would have struggled to breathe.

Yet Klaus felt no discomfort whatsoever. His transformed state seemed to operate according to principles that made environmental limitations irrelevant, allowing him to exist comfortably in conditions that would have been lethal for ordinary consciousness.

Hovering in the vast silence of upper atmosphere, Klaus remembered something from his broken status window that he had yet to investigate. Among his unique abilities, he had noticed designation for "Arcane Flames".

"Let's try to use it," Klaus said, his voice carrying clearly despite the thin air that surrounded his elevated position.

Klaus extended his palm toward the star-filled expanse above him while continuing to radiate dark energy like volcanic eruption given human form. The power that surrounded his body responded to his will with eagerness that suggested it had been waiting for proper direction.

Klaus spoke the technique's name with authority that resonated across multiple dimensions: "Arcane Flames."

The accumulated energy around his form underwent instant transformation that defied normal understanding of matter and energy relationships. The dark smoke that had been radiating from his body condensed into flames that burned with darkness so absolute they seemed to absorb light from surrounding space.

The concentrated power shot upward from his extended palm like laser composed of crystallized shadow, piercing through atmosphere and continuing toward distant stars with speed that made light itself appear sluggish. The beam maintained perfect coherence across impossible distances, creating line of absolute darkness that connected Klaus's position to cosmic void that lay beyond planetary boundaries.

The destructive potential was staggering. Klaus could sense that the beam of dark fire possessed enough concentrated power to carve through mountains, vaporize oceans, or tear holes in reality itself if directed with sufficient focus and intent.

"Crazy," Klaus breathed, watching the beam of Arcane Flames continue its journey toward stellar distances while maintaining intensity that spoke to power that operated outside normal conservation laws.

The effort of channeling such enormous forces left Klaus's extended hand trembling slightly—not from exhaustion but from the sheer magnitude of energy that had flowed through his reconstructed systems. Even his enhanced capabilities required adjustment period when wielding power that exceeded his previous limitations by such dramatic margins.

Klaus slowly clenched his trembling hand into fist, feeling the dark flames dissipate while the beam of energy finally faded into cosmic distance. The demonstration had proven that his reconstruction efforts had succeeded beyond even his optimistic projections.

Suspended in the star-filled silence above the world that contained his estate, his family, and the gathering conflicts that would soon demand his attention, Klaus felt certainty crystallize within his consciousness.

"It's time to fix my stats."