The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

Klaus's fingers closed around the chaotic display of broken statistics, his hand passing through the intangible interface as if it were made of crystallized light. The moment his fist clenched with intention guided by the Singularity Principle, reality itself seemed to hold its breath.

Then the transformation began.

What followed was agony that transcended every previous experience of pain Klaus had endured across multiple lifetimes. This wasn't the clean suffering of combat wounds or the burning sensation of magical exhaustion—this was reconstruction at the most fundamental level of existence, as if the universe had decided to disassemble him molecule by molecule and rebuild him according to entirely new specifications.

His flesh began to crack like aged porcelain exposed to sudden temperature change. Hair-thin fractures appeared along his arms, spreading with geometric precision until his entire body resembled a marble statue that had been struck with invisible hammers. The cracks deepened, revealing glimpses of luminous energy beneath his skin that pulsed with rhythm that matched no earthly heartbeat.

Klaus watched in fascination and horror as his skin began to peel away in sheets, each layer revealing something more refined beneath. The process wasn't decay but metamorphosis—his physical form shedding its current limitations like butterfly emerging from chrysalis that had contained it for far too long.

Beneath the discarded skin, his muscles underwent similar transformation. Fibers that had been enhanced through years of training and supernatural development unraveled and rewove themselves into configurations that defied anatomical understanding. Each strand of tissue dissolved and reformed with precision that spoke to process guided by intelligence that exceeded normal biological programming.

The agony intensified as the reconstruction reached deeper levels of his existence. Klaus felt his bones hollow and reshape themselves, becoming lighter yet infinitely stronger, as if they were being forged from crystallized starlight rather than mere calcium and phosphate. His nervous system sparked and reconnected with patterns that created entirely new pathways for consciousness to interface with physical reality.

Even his enhanced pain tolerance, developed through multiple incarnations of conflict and supernatural trauma, proved insufficient for what he was experiencing. Klaus found himself gasping for breath that his reconstructing lungs could barely process, his vision blurring as his eyes underwent alterations that would allow perception of spectrums of reality that remained invisible to normal sight.

Yet through the overwhelming sensory chaos, Klaus recognized that the transformation was proceeding exactly as the Singularity Principle demanded. His body wasn't being damaged—it was being perfected, reconstructed according to principles that recognized unity as the highest state of existence rather than mere philosophical concept.

As the physical reconstruction approached completion, luminous white light began emanating from Klaus's transforming form. The radiance wasn't harsh or blinding but possessed quality of illumination that seemed to reveal truth rather than simply dispelling darkness. The light gathered around him like cocoon woven from pure possibility, encasing his reconstructing body in protective shell that shielded the final stages of metamorphosis from external interference.

Within the cocoon of light, Klaus felt the last traces of his previous physical limitations dissolving. Every cell in his body achieved perfect synchronization with his consciousness, creating harmony between mind and matter that exceeded anything he had experienced even during his most profound magical enhancements. His reconstructed form became ideal expression of self—not because it was more powerful according to conventional measurements, but because it achieved perfect unity between intention and manifestation.

Time became meaningless within the luminous shell. Klaus might have remained in transformation for moments or hours or days—the process operated according to principles that transcended normal temporal progression, proceeding at whatever pace was required for absolute perfection rather than arbitrary schedule imposed by external expectations.

When the reconstruction finally completed, Klaus felt the cocoon beginning to dissolve around him. The white light that had protected his metamorphosis faded gradually, like dawn yielding to full daylight, revealing form that had been refined to unprecedented degree of harmony between consciousness and physical expression.

Klaus emerged from the dissolving radiance like serpent shedding skin that no longer served its evolved state. The process of stepping free from the remnants of his previous form carried profound symbolism—he was literally leaving behind limitations that had constrained his development while embracing existence that operated according to entirely different principles.

His appearance hadn't changed dramatically—Klaus had already possessed features that suggested supernatural enhancement, and his recent transformations had refined his physical form to degree that approached perfection according to conventional aesthetic standards. Yet something fundamental was different now, something that transcended mere visual appeal.

Klaus possessed what could only be described as perfect body—not because it conformed to idealized proportions or displayed exceptional muscular development, but because it achieved absolute unity between consciousness and physical expression. Every aspect of his form now served as direct extension of his will, eliminating the subtle barriers between intention and manifestation that plagued normal human existence.

He could feel the change in every fiber of his being. His movements flowed with precision that made previous enhanced coordination seem clumsy by comparison. His senses operated with clarity that revealed layers of reality he had never perceived even during his most transcendent meditative states. His very presence seemed to bend space around him in ways that spoke to physical form that existed partially outside normal dimensional constraints.

Klaus turned his attention to the status window that still floated nearby, curious to see how the system would interpret his transformation according to the Singularity Principle. What he discovered sent waves of satisfaction through his consciousness that confirmed his understanding had been applied with perfect precision.

Stats: - Strength: 1 - Agility: 1 - Stamina: 1 - Energy: 1 - Perception: 1 - Arcane Power: 1 - Willpower: 1 - Arcane Flames: 1

Every statistic now displayed the same value—not zero, which would have suggested absence, but one, which represented the completion of unity that the Singularity Principle described as ultimate achievement. The numbers weren't measurements in conventional sense but symbols that pointed toward capabilities that had transcended quantification entirely.

Klaus stood in the Eastern Tower's courtyard, his perfect form radiating presence that made the very air seem more substantial. Behind him, Dudu watched with eyes that held approval suggesting the Night Dragon understood the significance of what had just occurred—not mere enhancement according to normal progression but fundamental transformation that operated according to principles that exceeded conventional understanding of development.

The broken statistics had been healed not through repair but through transcendence, replaced with symbols that represented unity achieved between self and capability. Klaus had become something that could no longer be measured because measurement itself had become obsolete in the face of perfection that existed beyond the mathematics of division.