The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

Nicholas remained ensnared in his memories, his fists clenched, and his gaze unwaveringly fixed on Klaus.

’As chaos threatened to consume the Runiya continent, the Arkdieu race descended, taking possession of their vassals—the Apostles. In a mere matter of weeks, they orchestrated the annihilation of all five continents, pushing every race to the brink of extinction,’ Nicholas reflected.

’The calamities that befell Xyros were merely a game for them. Xyros, just another world marked for destruction to alleviate their boredom. Despite the amassed power and the aid of the formidable Dragyr race, we were still no match against a single Apostle, their bodies enhanced by the curse known as the Arkdieu System," he continued.

"It was there that I met my demise at the hands of someone I considered my closest friend in my eighth life—Alex, or rather, the Arkdieu Pride."

In this new and last life, regressed once again this time to the age of nine, Nicholas harbored a singular goal: to eradicate all Apostles with his own hands and thwart the Arkdieus from seizing control of their bodies.

"However, one obstacle looms large—Klaus Lionhart. His existence is an anomaly, and I must uncover what he is and what drives him. I only hope that his presence won’t disrupt the future too profoundly," Nicholas pondered, his intense gaze fixed on Klaus.

***

The days following Klaus’s move to the Lionhart Youth Training ground fell into a comfortable routine. He spent his mornings engrossed in meditation and arcane studies, refining his arcane core and deepening his understanding of magic. His afternoons were devoted to relentless physical training, pushing his body to its limits with weights, push-ups, and running over and over until he felt nauseous and dizzy from overusing magic.

His dedication didn’t go unnoticed. The other trainees, initially skeptical of his seemingly superhuman abilities, began to watch him with a mix of curiosity and admiration. They marveled at his endurance and the sheer volume of work he managed to accomplish in a single day, it was such a feat that they thought that even a seasoned swordsman couldn’t keep up with this kind of rhythm.

Alex, in particular, found himself drawn to Klaus. Though envy still gnawed at him, he couldn’t deny the respect he felt for Klaus’s unwavering dedication. He saw in Klaus a potential rival, someone who could push him to become a better warrior and an Apostle, even though he still thought that he was better than him.

Nicholas, ever the enigmatic observer, kept his distance but remained keenly interested in Klaus. He watched him with a peculiar intensity, analyzing his every move and trying to understand the secrets behind his strength and his existence. There was something about Klaus that resonated with him, a sense of familiarity that he couldn’t quite place.

Sarah, meanwhile, remained captivated by Klaus. His handsome features and impressive physical prowess had already enchanted her, but his gentle nature and dedication to his training further solidified her admiration. She often found herself stealing glances at him, her heart fluttering whenever their eyes met.

As the days turned into weeks, Klaus’s progress became undeniable. He grew stronger, faster, and more attuned to his magic. He could now lift weights exceeding 100kg and perform over two thousand consecutive push-ups. His willpower also grew exponentially, allowing him to cast spells with greater power and precision for an even longer period of time before the usual dizziness and nausea kicked in.

The other trainees were no longer awe-struck by Klaus’s abilities they just accepted that Klaus was just a monster, they even gave him the moniker: Little Monster. Some even started incorporating elements of Klaus’s training into their own routines, hoping to achieve a fraction of his success. He became an unspoken symbol of perseverance and hard work, inspiring others to reach for their full potential.

One month day for day after Klaus moved into the Lionhart youth training ground, the instructors still didn’t come to check on them, Erina and Rick didn’t bother to show themself since the day they introduced themself as their new instructors, they left the trainees trained however they wanted to, which was a blizz for Klaus, it gave him enough time to increased his stats doing the same routine he was already doing when he was training in Ludovic’s mansion.

On that day afternoon, while Klaus was training on the running track, he felt a sudden surge of energy. His arcane core pulsed with power, threatening to break through its current limitations. He quickly withdrew to his room and started to meditate. He focused his mind, channeling the surging energy into his core, and pushed through the wall that was limiting his arcane core progress.

He had reached the second stage of mana core formation.

*DING*

[You have Achieved a Great Feat!]

[Your Arcane Core has Successfully advanced To The Second Stage]

[All Stats Increased by 5]

A wave of euphoria washed over him. He felt stronger, faster, and more connected to the world around him. He could sense the flow of mana in the air, the subtle forces that governed the world. His magic potential seemed to also have expanded exponentially, opening doors to new possibilities.

Klaus knew this was just the beginning. He had only scratched the surface of his true potential. With unwavering determination and a thirst for knowledge, he was ready to face the challenges that lay ahead, confident that he could overcome any obstacle. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

***

"The youngsters are truly impressive. Their dedication to training surpasses even my highest expectations," Rick remarked, his imposing figure overseeing the training ground with a discerning gaze.

"Exceeding expectations?" Erina inquired.

"We’ve allowed them to train independently."

"I’m aware of that."

"To be honest, twelve- or thirteen-year-old children typically lack significant willpower. I anticipated most of them would slack off after a week. However!"

Rick wasn’t exaggerating. Originally planning to select only ninety individuals out of the initial four hundred and one trainees, it now seemed more would succeed than initially anticipated, thanks to the lord’s grandson, Klaus.

"More of them will pass than we initially thought, all thanks to the lord’s grandson," Rick declared, his attention shifting to the dormitory where Klaus had just entered.

"Yeah, that kid is truly exceptional. Even my son, whom I considered a hard-working genius appearing once in a century, seems to lack the fraction of dedication that this kid has displayed over the past month," Erina admitted, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"I suppose it’s time to proceed with the second phase of their training," Rick suggested.

"Indeed, let’s witness the depths of their abilities," Erina declared, a malevolent grin stretching across her lips, adding a touch of dramatic anticipation to her words.