The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

Even as the patriarch of the Lionhart family, Roman Lionhart, bellowed with laughter that resonated through the hall, the spectators remained entranced in a daze. Their heads turned collectively toward the shattered Mythril Crystal, eyes wide, and mouths agape. The inexplicable events unfolding before them seemed to defy all logic. Even the trainees, who had previously faced the unyielding challenge of the Mythril Crystal, were left in awe. Despite their collective best efforts and relentless assaults, not a single scratch had marred its surface. Yet now, before their disbelieving eyes, Klaus had achieved the impossible. The air itself seemed charged with a sense of astonishment and wonder.

Among the trainees, a unanimous belief lingered that the nickname bestowed upon Klaus accurately reflected his true nature. Behind his back, they referred to him as the "Little Monster." Initially, this moniker was born out of awe for his monstrous stamina, allowing him to engage in relentless training without ever succumbing to exhaustion. However, as time progressed and the trainees collectively faced various challenges, Klaus continued to shatter their expectations.

Now, all participating in the same tests, Klaus consistently showcased results that surpassed even their loftiest aspirations. Each trial became a stage for his unparalleled prowess, leaving the others in perpetual amazement. The title "Little Monster" transformed from a nod to his stamina into a testament to his extraordinary abilities, creating an aura of mystique and admiration around Klaus within the trainee circle.

Certain trainees, including Myre, Ken, and Keeryl, harbored an unspoken realization that if they aspired to achieve greatness as swordsmen, aligning themselves with Klaus was imperative. They had personally witnessed his cunning and unparalleled strength, understanding that Klaus was not someone one would willingly make an adversary. A sense of pity welled within them for Alex, who appeared oblivious to this unspoken truth.

The glances exchanged between Alex and Klaus revealed an undercurrent of animosity. Alex, perhaps unwittingly, seemed to harbor ill feelings towards Klaus. The trio, Myre, Ken, and Keeryl, exchanged knowing looks, recognizing the folly of underestimating Klaus and the potential repercussions that Alex might face due to his lack of understanding. The unspoken hierarchy within the trainee group began to solidify, with Klaus emerging as an unwitting leader, commanding both respect and wariness from those who sought to excel in the art of the sword.

Clutching his fists and gritting his teeth, Alex battled to suppress the surge of anger overwhelming him. Once again, Klaus had proven himself superior in every aspect, a bitter truth that cut deep. The confrontation had unfolded not only in the presence of their family members but also before their revered grandfather—an audience Alex had yearned to impress since childhood.

The genesis of this rivalry traced back to the sword selection ceremony, a pivotal day that set the stage for Klaus’s dominance. Managing to captivate everyone’s attention, Klaus not only effortlessly levitated over a thousand swords but also astounded all by selecting the very sword wielded by their founding ancestor. Even his father couldn’t refrain from acknowledging Klaus’s prowess. At that time, the silver lining for Alex was Klaus’s apparent frailty, which gave him an initial sense of relief, believing Klaus posed no real competition.

However, fate took an unexpected turn for Alex. In a fortuitous twist of events, he ascended to the coveted position of Pride’s Apostle and received the Arkdieus system. This mystique marvel accelerated his growth at an unprecedented pace, earning him the coveted status of a prodigy among prodigies within his family. Yet, despite these newfound advantages, Klaus’s shadow continued to loom large, a constant reminder of an enduring rivalry that seemed to defy the extraordinary gifts bestowed upon Alex.

However, in a cruel twist of fate, Klaus, too, had ascended to the esteemed rank of Apostle and received the Arkdieus system. Despite their shared status, Klaus continually showcased his superiority over Alex. The revelation that he wasn’t the sole recipient of this extraordinary system intensified Alex’s frustration. He couldn’t bear the thought of anyone standing above him, let alone sharing the spotlight with someone who consistently outshone him.

This constant reminder of Klaus’s prowess fueled a burning desire within Alex. He yearned for exclusive praise, the admiration of their family, and the privilege to look down upon everyone else. The title of the chosen one, once his source of pride, now became a mantle laden with the weight of unfulfilled expectations. The fierce competition between these two Apostles unfolded as a battle not just for supremacy but for the validation Alex desperately sought to reclaim.

Within Alex, an unprecedented rage began to fester—a deep, seething anger he had never felt before. He yearned for Klaus’s disappearance, for his very existence to be erased from the tapestry of their lives. This burgeoning rage transformed into a malevolent bloodlust, a dark aura that even Nicholas, standing close by, keenly sensed. Nicholas shook off the daze induced by witnessing Klaus’s destruction of the Mythril Crystal, his senses sharpened by the unsettling atmosphere.

Turning his head to observe Alex, Nicholas discerned an almost invisible red smoke emanating from his agitated form. A disconcerted thought crossed Nicholas’s mind: ’Just what is happening to him?’

As the red smoke continued to intensify, nearly everyone in proximity began to take notice. The ominous presence filled the air, prompting uneasy glances and hushed whispers. Amidst this growing spectacle, Alex became aware of a sound, one that resonated with a haunting familiarity.

*DING*

[Arkdieu Pride is thoroughly content with your feelings]

[Arkdieu Pride Has Bestowed Upon You (1) Tetra Box ]

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Klaus forged ahead, determined to reach Rick and have the results announced. An underlying concern gnawed at him, stemming from the fact that despite successfully destroying the Mythril Crystal, its color remained unchanged. Uncertainty lingered in his mind about whether Rick or Erina would deem this a failure. Amidst Roman’s resounding laughter, echoing through the space, Klaus found an ironic amusement. The typically stoic Roman, renowned for his solemn demeanor, was now reveling in the exceptional feats of his grandsons. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Klaus couldn’t fathom the transformation in Roman’s character—this unexpected display of joy for the second time. Ignoring the thundering laughter, he pressed on, his determination undeterred. The air crackled with a mixture of anticipation and unease as Klaus continued his stride toward Rick, ready to face the judgment that awaited him.

"Sir, you still haven’t announced my result," Klaus asserted, his face a mask of stoicism, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion, revealing neither impatience nor frustration.

"Ah," Rick responded, as if jolted awake from a reverie. He rubbed his eyes, shook his head, and redirected his gaze to the shattered Mythril Crystal. Turning to Erina, he found no guidance in her expression. His eyes then ascended to where the patriarch, Roman, sat. Amidst Roman’s lingering laughter, he cleared his throat and received a nod of approval.

Klaus’s poised demeanor remained unshaken, a testament to his composure even in the face of anticipation and the uncertainty that hung in the air. The stage was set for the official announcement, and the weight of the moment added a layer of intensity to the already charged atmosphere.

Rick cleared his throat, preparing to make the official announcement. "Trainee 401, Klaus Lion-" His words were abruptly cut off as Alex’s voice thundered, "SIR!"

Startled, both Rick and Klaus turned their attention to Alex. An eerie aura of red surrounded him, wafting like an otherworldly smoke, and his irises glowed in a foreboding crimson hue.

"As far as I remember, the test wasn’t to break a Mythril Crystal but rather to change its color to at least a dark yellow," Alex declared with a voice that seemed to transcend the ordinary. His words echoed, the tone both loud and seductive, resonating as if emanating from every direction.