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𝓥𝓸𝓵𝓾𝓶𝓮 1 ~ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓗𝓐𝓡𝓐𝓒𝓣𝓔𝓡𝓢:

BELL

Marc

Mai and May

Jim, Javier, and Xander

Yanyan

Jenny

Gohn

Other characters coming soon.....

Bell's head was filled with confusion and questions as the orphanage lady's voice rang out, "Bell! Hey, Bell!" Startled, he snapped back to reality, his mind still reeling from the realization that he had been reincarnated as an orphanage boy. Why had he been reborn in such humble circumstances? Why was he stripped of his former power and knowledge? The answers eluded him, shrouded in a mysterious veil.

Caught in his thoughts, Bell's daydreaming was abruptly interrupted as the orphanage lady grabbed his ear, pulling him back to the present. She scolded him for his laziness, her voice filled with frustration. "Hey! I didn't raise you here just so you could slack off! Go and chop some wood in the back, and I better not catch you slacking off, or else you won't even have rice tonight."

Bell nodded silently, his inner confusion simmering beneath his facade. He made his way to the back, retrieving an axe and some wood to cut. As he gripped the axe, he realized the weight was too much for his fragile new body.

Frustration seeped into his thoughts. "Ugh, how is this body so frail and weak? If only I could just..."

His mind drifted to memories of his former self, the powerful mage he once was.

The idea of being ordered around by a mere commoner gnawed at him. Bell closed his eyes, attempting to tap into his old methods of harnessing mana. But to his shock, he found himself devoid of any magical energy.

Confusion clouded his thoughts. "Huh?! What?! I don't have any mana?! No... that can't be possible. I am the great and all-powerful mage. How is this body that weak?"

As the realization settled in, Bell managed to regain his composure. He decided to gather what little mana he could from the surroundings. Sitting on the ground, he closed his eyes, taking deep breaths and focusing his concentration, hoping to draw in some magical essence.

Unfortunately, the village he now resided in had an incredibly low mana presence. Defeated, Bell gave up his attempt, accepting his current limitations.

Returning to the orphanage, Bell faced the consequences of his lackluster woodcutting performance. Bread became his provided food for the night, and he was confined to an old dusty room as punishment.

Determined to make the most of his circumstances, Bell's thoughts turned to exploration. "Now, let's see if there's anything useful I should know here," he pondered.

His eyes fell upon a white book with a black star symbol on its cover, its pages coated in layers of dust. "pwoo, pwoo" Blowing away the particles, Bell gently patted the book clean before opening it. The first page was blank, but as he turned to the second, his eyes widened at the words inscribed upon it: "M.O system."

A dark aura suddenly burst from the pages of the book, startling Bell and causing him to jump back in surprise. "Ahh!" he exclaimed, dropping the book as the text vanished from its pages. Confusion swirled within him as he questioned the nature of the mysterious M.O system. "What the hell was that M.O system?" he wondered aloud.

*Bzzz* A strange buzzing sound filled the air, catching Bell's attention. He looked around, bewildered, trying to identify its source. Then, a voice echoed through the room, seemingly originating from nowhere. "Access confirmed," the voice announced, sending shivers down Bell's spine.

"Huh?! What? Huh? Where did that voice come from?" Bell exclaimed, his eyes darting around the room in search of its source.

Suddenly, a vibrant blue holographic image materialized before Bell, displaying the words "System M.O" in bold letters. It introduced itself as his personal guidance, a helper to fulfill his desires.

"What? Huh?" Bell confused, his mind struggling to comprehend the situation before him. The hologram displayed his personal information:

Name - Bell Aize,

Age - 9

Gender - Male

Race - Human

Attribute - None

Title - Frail Boy

Old Title - The Greatest Mage

(locked)

Bell's emotions were a whirlwind of surprise, excitement, and disappointment. He was thrilled by the title of his former status as the greatest mage, yet disheartened by his current title as a frail boy. However, curiosity ignited within him as he noticed the left side of the hologram, where the word "Stats" caught his eye.

Bell, intrigued, voiced his curiosity. "Stats," he said, and in response, the holographic display transformed to reveal his current statistics:

Strength: 5 (\+2)

Speed: 5

Vitality: 3

(locked)

(locked)

(locked)

(locked)

"Oh, some stats are still locked. I guess I'll find out more later," Bell murmured to himself, a mix of confusion and anticipation filling his thoughts. As a former powerful mage, mysteries were always a pleasure to him, and this newfound connection to the M.O system promised a path to rediscovering his lost

abilities.

As Bell spent 20 minutes observing the M.O system, he realized that it could also serve as a cheat code assistant, providing him with answers to certain questions. However, he discovered that the system had limitations, preventing him from asking more complex questions. Suddenly, a notification from the system caught his attention. "Stat unlocked," it said, leaving Bell perplexed about what had just happened and why a stat had been unlocked.

Curiosity burned within him, and he couldn't resist asking the system for an explanation. "Why did I unlock a stat?" he asked. To his surprise, the system promptly responded, "It is because of your immense curiosity that you have unlocked the Intelligence stat. Do you wish to open stats?"

Grinning with delight, Bell replied, "Yes," eagerly anticipating the new capabilities he holds. The holographic display presented his updated stats:

Strength: 5 (\+2)

Speed: 5

Vitality: 3

Intelligence: 50 (includes knowledge about the system)

(Locked)

(Locked)

(Locked)

in the middle of his amazement at the unfolding events, Bell couldn't help but admire the remarkable possibilities now open to him. His intelligence stat was notably high, but he understood the need for further improvement.

"System, are there stat points? If so, can I put them to specific stats?" he asked. The system promptly responded, "Indeed, there are stat points. You currently have 2 stat points. Would you like to use them?" Eager to enhance his intelligence further, Bell exclaimed, "Yes, put both points into my intelligence."

"Affirmative. Successfully put 2 points into your intelligence," the system confirmed.

The revised stats now appeared in front of Bell:

Strength: 5 (\+2)

Speed: 5

Vitality: 3

Intelligence: 52

(Locked)

(Locked)

(Locked)

With a sense of contentment, Bell was happy on his newfound intelligence, knowing that there was still room for growth. However, his thoughts were interrupted by the stern voice of the orphanage lady,"Hey bell! come down already to bed," calling him from downstairs. Sighing, Bell replied, "Coming."

As Bell goes down the stairs, he was consumed by his thoughts, contemplating his next course of action. He remained puzzled by his reincarnation and the loss of his abilities. Lost in his thoughts, Bell's foot slipped on one of the stair steps, causing him to fall and scratch his knee. "Ouww," he exclaimed, tears shown in his eyes.

Unconcerned by the situation, the orphanage lady grabbed Bell's ear, causing him to cry out in pain. She vented her frustration, regretting the decision to take him in and comparing him unfavorably to other adopted children. Bell, trying to avoid escalating the situation, remained silent, keeping his head down.

The scolding seemed to last an eternity, but finally, the lady stopped her berserk and pulled Bell by the arm into a room filled with other children. The beds consisted of thin mats, old ragged blankets, and dirty pillows.

Sighing, Bell resigned himself to sleeping in these less-than-ideal conditions, his mind still filled with questions about his past and the path that lay ahead.

CURRENT STATS:

Name - Bell Aize,

Age - 9

Gender - Male

Race - Human

Attribute - None

Title - Frail Boy

Old Title - The Greatest Mage

(locked)

Strength: 5 (\+2)

Speed: 5

Vitality: 3

Intelligence: 52

(Locked)

(Locked)

(Locked)

The sun rays crashed through the window, rudely yanking Bell out of his slumber. He heard the orphanage lady's loud voice piercing through the room.

"Bell! Bell! Hey, Bell!" she hollered, making him jump up in bed. Bell rubbed his eyes, trying to make sense of the commotion.

"Wah! Huh? What?!" Bell mumbled, still half-asleep. The orphanage lady scolded him for lazing around and urged him to get up and get going. Grumbling to himself, Bell thought, "Ugh, it's way too early for this."

Dragging himself out of bed, Bell made his way to the orphanage lady. As he walk along, his eyes landed on a lucky kid who had just been adopted. The kid was all smiles, embraced by their new family. Bell couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy, longing for the affection he had never known, even in his previous life as a powerful mage. He sighed and continued on, a cloud of gloom hanging over him.

Heading towards the back of the church, Bell knew he had the task of chopping wood waiting for him. He grumbled under his breath, "Why am I always stuck with this stupid work? My puny arms can barely lift an axe."

Feeling disheartened, Bell decided to give it one last shot. He plopped himself on the ground, closed his eyes, and focused on tapping into his magical energy through meditation. Minutes passed, but nothing happened. Frustration boiled up inside him as he realized that the village had such a low mana flowing around.

In a desperate attempt, Bell stood up and called out, "M.O." behold, the holographic system appeared before him. Bell fired off a question, "Are there any other ways for me to get some mana?"

The system answered, "Yeah, just extend your arm out, close your eyes, and concentrate. Picture the same energy flow you had during meditation."

Puzzled but willing to give it a shot, Bell followed the system's instructions. He took a deep breath, extended his right arm, opened his hand, and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to gain his magic mana. And once again, nothing happened.

"Huh?! What? Did you lie, system?!" Bell exclaimed in frustration.

The system clarified, "informative, I did not lie. Please try the same technique on a deceased living being."

Bell's eyes fell upon a line of ants crawling on the ground. A mischievous smirk crept onto his face as an idea formed in his mind. He picked up a nearby piece of wood and rolled it, crushing the ants to their demise. With a newfound determination, Bell assumed the same stance as before.

A surge of black mana burst forth from the lifeless ants and spiraled into Bell's open palm. "Woahhhh!" he exclaimed in awe. However, the power was too overwhelming for his untrained body. The skin on his arm began to burn and peel, causing him intense pain.

"Argh! That hurts! Stop! Stop! Arghhhhhhh!" Bell cried out in agony, collapsing to the ground, tears streaming down his face.

In the midst of Bell's suffering, the system notified in with several announcements. "Notice: New skills learned - Dark Regeneration and Cut. Would you like to use Dark Regeneration?"

Despite the pain, Bell managed to utter a weak response, "Y-Yes, hurry!"

Instantly, a spiraling stream of black mana emerged from Bell's hand and rushed towards the burned and peeled skin. Miraculously, the mana initiated the process of regeneration, causing new skin to grow in its place. Though the burn and tingling sensation persisted, the excruciating pain had subsided.

As Bell slowly regained his composure, he stared at his arm in disbelief. "Whoa, that was intense," he muttered, his voice trembling still from the pain. He realized that his encounter with the ants had unlocked hidden powers within him. The discovery fascinated him, even in the middle of the lingering discomfort.

Taking a moment to collect himself, Bell glanced at the holographic system hovering before him. "M.O., tell me more about these skills," he requested, his curiosity piqued.

The system obliged, providing a detailed explanation of the newly acquired skills. It described Dark Regeneration as a powerful ability that allowed Bell to heal wounds using the dark mana within him. The Cut skill, on the other hand, granted him the capability to channel dark mana into his attacks, enhancing their potency.

Bell's eyes widened with excitement. This was far beyond anything he had ever imagined. He could feel the power of his newfound potential, urging him to explore the depths of his magic.

Determined to understand his abilities further, Bell asked the system, "M.O., can you provide me with more information on how to train and develop these skills?"

The hologram responded, "Certainly, Bell. To master these skills, you will need to practice channeling and controlling dark mana. Experiment with different techniques and find what works best for you. Additionally, engaging in combat and pushing your limits will accelerate your growth."

Bell nodded, absorbing the information eagerly. The prospect of honing his skills and becoming stronger filled him with a renewed sense of purpose.

As he stood up, ready to face the day, the orphanage lady's voice echoed through the church once again. "Bell! Stop daydreaming and get back to work!"

Gathering his resolve, Bell wiped away his tears and replied, "On it, ma'am!" He was determined to make the most of his abilities and uncover the truth behind his reincarnation.

Bell, exhausted from his unsuccessful attempts at cutting wood, found himself lacking the strength to accomplish the task. Frustrated, he glanced at the lifeless ants nearby, contemplating a different approach. Taking a deep breath, he replicated the same stance as before and channeled his focus. Suddenly, a surge of black mana erupted from the ants, although the mana had a thin and small form. The overwhelming power threatened to overwhelm Bell's body, but he steeled himself, clenching his teeth and extending his arm.

As the dark mana flowed into him, Bell could feel its intensity degree and as the dark mana stop surging, the ants dissolving into nothingness. "Woah... that's creepy," Bell remarked, awestruck by the experience. Despite the unsettling nature of the dark mana, he couldn't deny its potential. Energized by his absorption of this newfound power, Bell positioned himself in front of the stubborn piece of wood that failed his earlier efforts. With determination, he extended his arm and declared.

"Cut!"

.

.

.

...

"arghhhhhh!" < embarrassment

To his disappointment, nothing happened. Frustration, confusion, and embarrassment flooded Bell's mind, compelling him to call out to the system, "Hey, M.O.! What went wrong? Why didn't my skill work?" The system responded with the answer, "Kindly extend a single finger."

Sighing, Bell complied, extending a single finger and enchanting the word "cut." Instantly, a small burst of dark mana emerged from his fingertip, materializing into a sharp, although a petite, form. Bell couldn't help but feel disappointed, given its the same length to a butter knife.

"Can this mana even cut through wood?" Bell muttered sceptically. Nonetheless, he approached the piece of wood, carefully using the dark mana emanating from his fingertip to make an cut. To his surprise, despite its modest size, the mana proved capable of slicing through the wood, although with some effort. It took Bell a painstaking two minutes to finally cleave it in half. "Phew, at least it beats wielding that annoying axe," Bell breathed a sigh of relief, acknowledging the newfound usefulness of his dark mana manipulation.

~~

CURRENT STATS:

Name - Bell Aize,

Age - 9

Gender - Male

Race - Human

Attribute - None

Title - Dark Mana User

Old Title - The Greatest Mage

(locked)

Strength: 7

Speed: 5

Vitality: 6 (+3)

Intelligence: 56 (+3)

(Locked)

(Locked)

(Locked)

SKILL SETS:

(Dark regeneration)

(Cut)