Reincarnated Hero System

During the early days following a civil war that had ended with a life-and-death clash between several Sovereign Level Existences, a Major World Power Nation had been left utterly decimated.

The lands were wrecked, the survivors struggling just to endure, when a group of them was set upon by monsters and would have been slaughtered.

Then, in a flash of yellow light, the attacking monsters were turned to stone, and as the survivors stared at the petrified corpses, they were confronted with an even greater threat: a Basilisk, a rare monster with the special ability of petrification.

Very few Basilisks had ever been documented, and even fewer had displayed the level of power this one possessed.

Contrary to the humans’ expectations, the Basilisk did not attack them, as it was simply curious, intrigued by what they sought to accomplish in its newly claimed territory.

Though it could not speak their language at first, the Basilisk had observed them for a time and learned it, eventually understanding their speech well enough to communicate with them.

After saving them, it revealed that it had no desire to kill or eat them and intended only to observe them, waiting to see what they would do with the ruined land around them.

Then, as silently as it had appeared, the Basilisk departed.

The humans, shaken, naturally fled the area and eventually settled elsewhere, attempting once more to establish a settlement.

However, that settlement was soon threatened by people from other settlements who lacked supplies, and once again, the Basilisk intervened.

It petrified the attackers before vanishing, making clear that it had been observing them all along, just as it had said it would.

Unlike before, the leader of the group chose not to have them flee from the area, deciding instead to bank on the Basilisk’s protection and build their settlement within its territory.

Over the years, he interacted with it and grew familiar with the creature as it repeatedly intervened against dangers the humans could not face on their own.

Through repeated interaction, a bond formed, and eventually their bond grew close enough that the nameless creature was given a name by the settlement’s leader.

The name given to the Basilisk was ‘Leoniel’, and the leader’s name was ‘Raffles Isolon’, the first King of the Nation of Isolon.

It had been centuries since this story began to be passed down in the nation of Isolon, and by this time, it was no longer regarded as part of the nation’s history, as a fair number of people claimed it was merely a legend, insisting there was no way a Basilisk would guard a group of humans and watch them build a nation in its territory.

The royal palace of Isolon housed hundreds of stone statues of monsters, rumoured to be the petrified creatures that had attacked Isolon when it was only a settlement of war refugees, turned to stone by the Basilisk, but nowadays, most people believed them to be intricately carved statues.

When faced with these doubts, the royal family’s stance was that enough time had passed, the petrified monsters had died, and any magical signatures they had once emitted were long erased, leaving them no different from ordinary stone statues.

Whether the founding legend of Isolon was true or not, only a few people on the Beta Continent were aware of it, and one of those few was the man standing in front of Evan, Leoniel Franco, the Basilisk from the legend in the flesh.

“Most would simply think your parents gave you a name from a legend, like many other parents across the country did,” Evan said, turning around and placing his hands behind his back before continuing. “Except you are actually the one from the legend.”

He opened the Reincarnated Hero System Archive and scrolled through it, an eyebrow raising as he asked, “You weren’t actually nameless as the legend says, were you? ‘Leoniel’ is the name Raffles gave you, but ‘Gilbert’…, that’s your original name, isn’t it?”

Leoniel didn’t answer, staring at him in silence, and Evan didn’t seem to mind, only taking a seat on the ground, his feet dangling off the edge of the city walls as he looked into the distance and said, “Remember the Fourth Finger of the Demonic Hand I mentioned earlier, the one with the Perfect Appraisal glasses? She’s the one overseeing the Demonic Hand’s next major plan of activity.

Her name is Cellica Madris Berzon, and her public face is that of the Half-Elf, Half-Spirit ‘Living Legend’ of the Elven Empire, bearing the title of ‘Earthborne Sentinel’. Her secret identity is the Demonic Hand’s Fourth Finger, the one intending to use you, Leoniel, as an instrument of the Demonic Hand’s plans.

She’s only about seven years younger than you, roughly 213 years old.”

Turning his head to the side, Evan asked, “Remember what I said about the Demonic Hand already having plans in motion even before I was born?”

“…”

Leoniel stayed silent, not saying a word, and Evan only smiled wryly, lowering his gaze to his pockets and pulling out the phone inside.

It was vibrating, the screen lighting up the moment he looked at it.

“Princess Sharon seems to have made her preparations, so I’ll leave you to your thoughts for a bit and head to Aelum.”

He locked the screen and added, “I’ll come get you before we head to the Elven Empire. See you later, Leoniel.”

With those words, Evan jumped from the city walls, vanishing before he reached the bottom, leaving behind Leoniel, whose sclera silently turned amber yellow.

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Outer Palace Region

Capital City Eblor

Aelum Kingdom

March 17th

Year 1056

The outer regions of the palace were where the castles assigned to the princes and princesses lower in the line of succession were located.

In one of those usually unoccupied palaces, several existences were gathered around a one-by-one meter platform, an intricate five-ringed magic circle drawn upon it.

Some of the robed mages surrounding the circle, their staffs and magic catalysts hovering slightly beside them, muttered quietly to themselves.

“It’s like ordinary teleportation magic, but with some unusual runes mixed in.”

“The waypoints we have are completely different from this.”

“It’s either the next generation of Kasteblum magi-technology that hasn’t been revealed to the world or Evan Eris has access to a special kind of teleportation magic no one knows about.”

Hearing this, the young woman in a simple dark brown dress, standing slightly behind the mages but with no one directly in front of her, responded, “I’m willing to bet it’s the latter.”

Some of the mages frowned at the implication of her words, but no one commented.

Only one man dared to speak, the one standing in a lax posture opposite her with his hands in his pockets, a sword dangling from his waist with the tip of its sheathed blade touching the floor.

“You seem to estimate this Evan Eris very highly, Your Highness.”

At his words, Princess Sharon looked at him, one of her Kingdom’s Sovereign Level Existences, and replied, “When you meet him, you will understand exactly why I do.”

Just then, the teleportation circle in front of them began to glow. Ambient magical energy and spatial power drew toward it, swirling around the circle, and with a flash of light, all that energy was absorbed.

When the light faded, however, there was nothing on the teleportation waypoint.

Suddenly, the Sovereign’s eyes widened, and he snapped his gaze toward the roof of a nearby gazebo, where a young man now stood, adopting the same casual posture as the Sovereign had.

“Jeez, you guys scared me. If you were expecting a guest for your King, I don’t understand why your mages had their staffs pointed at the arrival location.

You’re very lucky I’m the kind of person who likes to keep violence as my second option, otherwise, that could have been taken as a sign of aggression, and I might have lashed out at the several Level 600 Court Mages and Level 700 Royal Knights who are pointing staves and swords at my arrival location.

You even had a Sovereign on standby. Quite the welcome, don’t you think, Princess Sharon?”

The moment he spoke, all the others turned their gazes toward the source of his voice, the mages’ eyes widening in surprise, some reaching for their floating staffs to point at him.

He ignored all of them, focusing solely on Princess Sharon, who showed no sign of surprise as she ordered, “Lower your weapons.”

One of the mages opened his mouth to object, pointing out that none of them could explain how Evan had instantly moved from the teleportation circle to the gazebo without them noticing.

But the moment he began to speak, Sharon interrupted him, repeating her command.

“Lower your weapons. You dare point a weapon at His Majesty’s guest?”

Immediately, the mages lowered their staffs and withdrew their magic power, while the knights sheathed their swords, though their expressions remained fairly dark.

Sharon then turned back to Evan and said, “My apologies.”

At this, Evan just waved dismissively and jumped down from the gazebo roof, landing on the grass.

“Don’t sweat the small stuff,” he said. “They’re just doing their jobs anyway.”

He walked up to Sharon, tilting his head slightly to glance at the shocked Sovereign behind her before returning his gaze to Sharon.

“So, I have no idea how your castle is structured, so please lead the way, princess. Time to meet your King.”

Sharon nodded lightly and began walking, with Evan falling into step beside her, lightly chatting as they moved.

The mages and soldiers quickly followed behind, but right before they all left, the unnamed Sovereign reached out and gripped the hand of one of the mages, his hold tight enough to cause pain.

“Ugh, Sir?! Your hand?!”

The Sovereign ignored the mage’s complaint, his gaze still locked on Evan as he asked, “Is it possible to teleport again within an active teleportation waypoint?”

The mage blinked in shock, his expression turning incredulous. “What? No, that’s impossible. The waypoint’s energy would disrupt your teleportation. Even if you managed to overpower the waypoint’s own magic, the disruption could cause a spatial rupture. You’d get lost in space and time.”

This response made the Sovereign silently look at the ground where the mobile teleportation waypoint Evan had given them had been placed, then raise his gaze to the gazebo Evan had stood on moments earlier, calculating the distance with his eyes.

“So it was speed, pure physical speed…and I barely caught it,” he muttered, the grim realisation dawning on him.

He silently let go of the mage’s arm, then returned his gaze to Evan, who was casually speaking with Sharon, recalling Sharon’s earlier words.

‘When you meet him, you will understand exactly why I do.’

‘I understand now, Your Highness. I understand…’