1-Cheat magician reincarnates





I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Abel. I need you to leave our party.

 One day.
 I, Abel, was cut off by the leader of this party, the brave Roy.

 Suddenly, I couldn't say a word.

The world is mostly at peace now. "The world is mostly peaceful now, and I can defeat the rest of the demons without you. I don't think a great magician like you should be on the front lines like this.

 That's right, we saved this world. 
 It's a good thing that you've got a good idea of what you're looking for.

 I'm sure there are no creatures stronger than us in this world anymore.

I'm not worried about that. I'm in this party because I like it.

Abel.

 Roy interrupted me in a strong tone.

'You know that you know that too, don't you? Your amber eyes are not needed in this peaceful world.

 This time I was speechless.
 I could see Roy's words slowly slip away in my head.

 In this world, the Eye says as much as the mouth does about one's ability.

 One's aptitude for magic is reflected in the color of one's eyes.

 You have to be able to have the right kind of skills and knowledge to be able to make a good impression.

 But apart from that, there is one more color.
 There was an eye color that had aptitude for all the attributes and had the highest power if you could train it.

 That was this golden glowing amber eye that I have.

 The amber eye was the symbol of the "strongest" and the "worst" in this world.

 The reason for this is that more than 90% of the demons that oppose humans have the same amber eyes as me.

This is not a bad thing for you either. The next time the world is at peace, humans will stare each other down. When that happens, you will surely be persecuted as a symbol of bad luck.

 I agree.
 Roy's argument is not wrong.

 In this world, a person with the [Amber Eye] is called the 'reincarnation of the demon race' and will be stoned by the villagers ever since he or she can remember.

 And I'm not just a magician.
 I was the strongest in the party of the brave, and even defeated the Demon King.

 A heroic person who is brave enough to defeat the Demon King who rules the world is probably indistinguishable from a demon to humans.

''Of course, I'm not talking about just leaving the party. Wasn't there an island off to the west from here? 


 It's the lonely island where we all used to go and slay the Kraken. We've built a second home for you on that isolated island, where there are no more demons. You'll be happy there.

That's enough.

 It's funny.
 Is this brave master planning to imprison me, his longtime companion, on a tiny, isolated island?

 He doesn't want to see me anymore. He wants me gone.

"We will leave as we wish.

Oh, yeah. I'm sorry, my friend. You'll have to fill out this form to get the villa.

But I'm not going to take your idea.

 Roy rolls his eyes.
 I snapped my back teeth, remembering the abhorrence in his jade-green eyes.

'Don't worry. I'll never show my face in front of you guys again.

Abel!

 I turn on my heel and walk away from Roy.

 Roy is yelling something in a hurry. He says he didn't say it the right way, or that he doesn't have any other intentions.

 I guess so. Really, I think it is.
 It's not this man's fault. I've known for a while.

 --I've known for a while.

 I'm sure that in a post-peaceful world, an amber-eyed sorcerer like myself would be the target of persecution.

 It's not Roy who's bad.
 It's not the king's people or the party members, much less me.

 --The fault is the ignorant and inexperienced world.

 It's the ignorant and inexperienced world that's to blame.
 I'm sure it's absolutely impossible for anyone else in this world to build a reincarnation spell - a spell that is absolutely impossible for anyone other than me to build.

 This place I came to with movement magic is my lair.
 Deep in the cave, I slipped through the walls, ran through the cobblestone corridor and opened the steel door.

 This is my laboratory.
 A secret hiding place with multiple layers of wards. 

 But I don't know how many years I haven't been here. Dust was piling up in the laboratory like snow.

 What if, in a world at peace, our culture has matured, become more sophisticated, more knowledgeable, more cultured?

 Two hundred years from now, for example. A world in which the level of magicians is much higher than it is now.

 A world that is more open to the idea of ambergris.



 I took out a dusty book, medicine and some jewelry, hoping for a glimmer of hope in the distant future.

 I've already prepared the body of my reincarnation destination.

 The structure of the human body is very simple once you take it apart.

 There are a total of 29 elements that make up our bodies.
 About 60% of the human body is made up of water, and several components such as carbon, ammonia, and phosphorus only overlap with each other.

 I used magic to analyze and copy the substances that make up the human body, and through repeated experimentation I was able to create my ideal body.

 --Good, now it's complete.

 I lie down in the coffin and stare at the ceiling.
 The effect of this reincarnation technique is that I feel rapidly drowsy. It's because of the gradual detachment of my soul.

 My eyelids are heavy.
 The next time I wake up, the time of this world will have moved far into the future.

 And I fell asleep.

 Well.
 To tell the truth, at this moment, I had made a mistake.

 It was that I hadn't told my friends before I was born about the Reincarnation Magic.

 This mistake led to a great deal of trouble for the inhabitants of the later world: .......
 Well, I'll talk about that matter later on.