Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

Just as Aengus stood up, he received the MANAS notification, and a faint smile spread across his face.

"You're a lifesaver, Manas. Thank you."

"Hehehe... It's my duty, Master," Manas giggled melodiously, sounding like a cheerful teenager.

Aengus didn't waste any time.

He activated the skill, performing the incredible process of space bending with his mastery of space laws, creating a passage to the other side where he intended to reach.

"Buzz… Buzz!"

The space resisted, unyielding at first, but under Aengus' precise control, the passage finally took form.

Aengus felt his mana reserves dangerously low, his body weak and trembling, but his gaze pierced through the dark passage and glimpsed the other side.

A gleam of satisfaction crossed his face. The 75 million Origin Mana spent had not gone to waste after all.

He quickly entered the wormhole, knowing that wasting even a moment would challenge his control over it. If the passage collapsed, he would be forced back into the Void, facing an endless, uncountable journey he wasn't willing to endure again.

Inside, the space was dark and empty as usual, but to him, it was nothing unfamiliar.

After ten minutes of careful navigation, Aengus finally reached the other side safely.

(AN: 1 Wormhole Passage= 10 light years maximum. Corrected.)

The other side an empty space, was eerily silent, with occasional meteors floating aimlessly in the vast expanse.

Aengus settled himself on a stable piece of rock, his breathing steady but deliberate as he began to recover his mana reserves. He knew this was not the end—another wormhole would need to be cast soon.

With vigilance, he observed his surroundings, ensuring no unforeseen dangers lurked nearby. After a few minutes of cautious waiting, he activated the Chrono Singularity skill again, folding space to create yet another passage through the void.

The process was grueling. Each wormhole cast drained him significantly, forcing him to rest and recover before attempting another jump. Over and over, he repeated the cycle, casting the skill hundreds of times. The strain on his body and mana reserves was immense, yet he pressed on with unyielding determination.

Time became meaningless—a blur in the endless empty space. He had long lost track of how much energy he had expended or how many days had passed according to his biological clock.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the journey came to an end. As the last wormhole collapsed behind him, his destination near—a sight that brought both relief and anticipation. He had made it.

It was his Home Galaxy, where the Degaro family occupied a portion of the farthest reaches. Their mastery of the Law of Darkness granted them enough power to deter other greedy forces. Infamous for mass killings and often associated with devils, the Degaro family was both feared and despised.

However, within the Tiamat Academy, such backgrounds mattered little. There, only strength and wealth held true significance.

Aengus needed to head towards the very center of the galaxy, where the Tiamat Academy was situated.

He floated through space once again, his figure rippling through the void as though swimming through water.

As he traveled and worked on recovering his depleted mana, a peculiar thought nagged at him. If the distance between the Primal Galaxy and this galaxy was a tens of thousands light-year, why hadn't the higher powerhouses discovered it yet? For beings of their caliber, reaching such a distance shouldn't be difficult.

There had to be hidden secrets at play—perhaps linked to the mysterious figure who had aided him at critical moments. Yet, he couldn't discern their identity or motives. Was it his future self? His past self? Or perhaps a different entity entirely, manipulating his fate for reasons unknown?

The answers still remained frustratingly out of reach.

But Aengus resolved to keep moving forward. He would uncover the truth, break free from any external control, and carve his own destiny, no matter the cost.

As Aengus neared the central region of the galaxy, traveling at tens of thousands of times the speed of light, the density of Seekers increased exponentially.

Massive warships and advanced spacefaring technologies filled the Space, heading in every conceivable direction. They bustled with activity, carrying Seekers embarking on their own enigmatic journeys, each driven by a purpose unknown to him.

Despite the heavy traffic, none of them were able to detect him. Aengus' figure remained elusive, seamlessly navigating through the Space and Void as though he were a solitary fish gliding through an endless ocean.

His movements were precise and undetectable, a result of his mastery over spatial laws and the Void.

After a few more days of relentless travel, Aengus finally arrived at a solar system dominated by a single colossal planet orbiting its star.

The World, hundreds of times larger than Mythraldor, was Planet Tiamat, home to the prestigious Tiamat Academy. Its massive territory stood as a testament to its status as one of the finest Law Academies in the galaxy.

Having fully recovered his mana during the journey, Aengus felt prepared to face any challenge that might come his way.

As he entered the planet's visual vicinity, his intangible, ethereal form shifted. Slowly, he condensed into his tangible human form, ready to step into the world that awaited him.

"Don't move!"

A thunderous, authoritative voice echoed through the vast expanse of space, halting Aengus' steady advance as he floated above Planet Tiamat.

Without a hint of panic, Aengus calmly raised both hands in a gesture of surrender. His eyes, however, remained sharp and composed, observing the patrol ships rapidly approaching him.

The ships bristled with advanced weaponry, their sleek designs exuding an intimidating presence. Aengus could feel the cautious hostility emanating from the patrol units.

As expected from a prestigious and powerful academy like this... he thought to himself.

The lead patrol ship stopped just short of him, and a holographic projection of a stern-faced female officer appeared. "State your name, affiliation, and purpose for approaching Tiamat Academy's jurisdiction," the female officer demanded with suspicion and authority.

Aengus gave a faint smile and replied evenly, "Zytherion Mythraldor. I am here to enroll in the Tiamat Academy. Nothing more Officer."

Inside the ship, the stern-faced female officer frowned deeply at Aengus' audacious words. "The recruitment season is over," she stated firmly. "You can't enter here unless you possess a recommendation from a valid authority."

Aengus raised an eyebrow, his smirk unwavering. "Oh? Is my mastery of Space Law insufficient as a recommendation? Or perhaps I should demonstrate a bit more, Officer?"

The confident glint in his eyes made her pause, though her face remained stoic.

Turning slightly, she glanced at her subordinates for advice. They were experienced late 50-aged men and women clad in pristine red-and-white patrol uniforms. They exchanged uncertain looks, their expressions betraying a mixture of caution and curiosity.

One of them, a grizzled man with a scar across his cheek, leaned closer to her. "Captain, he crossed the restricted perimeter without triggering any of the detection arrays. If he's claiming mastery of Space Law, he might not be bluffing. He mighy have the Supreme Law of Space."

"A Supreme Law... He's an invaluable talent. Our Academy must get our hands on him at once," one of the subordinates said excitedly, barely able to contain his enthusiasm.

The sharp-eyed woman added, "And his mana signature—it's... different. Something about him feels... off the charts. He's definitely not ordinary."

The female officer considered their statements with a pensive expression. Her eyes narrowed as she weighed her options, clearly understanding the potential significance of this encounter.

Finally, turning her full attention to Aengus, she spoke firmly, "Alright, young man. Show us what you've got. Possessing a Supreme Law is impressive, but the threshold to entering Tiamat Academy is not just about having the law—it's about progress, control, and potential.

"Demonstrate your capabilities, and if your performance is deemed sufficient, we'll inform the relevant authorities to handle your admission. Fail, and this conversation ends here."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

She folded her arms, watching Aengus closely, while her subordinates exchanged eager glances.