The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

Nicholas, now fully immersed in the moment, channeled his focus onto the Mythril crystal. Determined to exhibit a power that resonated with the depth of his High-tier green core, he opted for a controlled and calculated display. The mysterious gaze from the enigmatic figure in the commoner section cast an invisible shroud of anticipation, adding an extra layer of complexity to the already intense atmosphere.

Inhaling deeply, Nicholas unveiled the underlying tension within him. With a flourish of practiced elegance, he drew his sword, initiating a meticulous process of mana infusion that gradually transformed into a light green aura, illuminating the arena with its ethereal glow.

The spectators, collectively agape and awestruck, found themselves grappling with the sheer brilliance unfolding before them.

"Behold, another possessor of a High-tier green core!"

"Another true genius among us."

"What in the world are they nurturing these children with? Two twelve-year-olds wielding High-tier green cores—absolutely extraordinary!" Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"The Rikxia Empire’s future is set aglow with such remarkable talents."

"This batch of trainees has shattered all expectations."

"The patriarch must be overjoyed witnessing such promising youth." Discover exclusive content at empire

As whispers and murmurs swirled through the audience, Nicholas poised himself for a sword technique. Alex’s disdainful gaze did not escape his notice, stirring an undercurrent of discomfort. The realization that someone had achieved a High-tier green core without apostolic aid and had navigated the path without reliance on the Archdieus System heightened the tension between them.

Nicholas intensified the aura enveloping his sword, causing radiant lightning to surge forth like a volcano about to erupt.

Lightning God - Sword Stance - First Move: Lightning Slash

With a fluid rotation, Nicholas gripped his training sword with both hands, executing a masterful horizontal slash that sliced through the air, culminating in a thunderous collision with the Mythril Crystal a mere 5 meters away. The ensuing spectacle left the audience captivated, suspended in awe of the raw power and finesse on display.

BOOOOM!

The explosive resonance of Nicholas’s lightning-infused sword colliding with the Mythril Crystal reverberated throughout the Lion Arena, creating a momentary symphony of chaos. As the dust, stirred by the violent impact, began to settle, a mesmerizing glow enveloped the Mythril crystal, casting the arena in an ethereal light green radiance.

Alex, witnessing the spectacle, couldn’t suppress a subtle exhale of relief. Despite sharing a High-tier green core with Nicholas, his power had manifested with an intensity that outshone his fellow trainee. The initial twinge of jealousy that had tightened Alex’s chest dissipated, replaced by a newfound sense of accomplishment. Rick, sensing the anticipation, cleared his throat, preparing to unveil the results.

"Very impressive, Erina. You’ve nurtured an exceptional swordsman," Rick complimented, acknowledging Nicholas’s prowess. Erina, standing behind him, beamed with pride, ready to extend her congratulations.

"Trainee 120, Nicholas Davoss, Pass!"

The audience burst into applause and cheers, celebrating Nicholas’s triumph. Even the patriarch, Roman, offered his applause, recognizing in Nicholas yet another prodigy among prodigies. Achieving such remarkable core levels at the tender age of twelve set Nicholas apart as an extraordinary talent.

Approaching Nicholas, Erina’s warm smile reflected both pride and joy. She placed her hands on his shoulders and, in the midst of a congratulatory hug, whispered a curious question.

"Why did you hold back?"

Nicholas, responding with a casual hug, offered a cryptic reply, "Don’t worry about it. I’m just a bit tired."

Returning to his position, Nicholas couldn’t help but notice the elation in Alex’s expression.

’Look at that guy, grinning like he owns the world. How childish!’ Nicholas thought to himself, a playful spark of rivalry igniting within him.

***

As the clapping and cheers gradually subsided, all eyes converged on Klaus, anticipation lingering in the air. The collective gaze was filled with expectations, for Klaus was the prodigious kid who had shattered the continental record for the Aequalis array.

"It’s finally the turn of the kid who broke the patriarch’s record!"

"Do you think he will outshine that Alex kid?"

"Honestly, it’ll be tough to top that."

"Yeah! He’ll probably match the same result, or at least exhibit a power output akin to someone at a Low-tier cyan core."

"Exactly!"

A hum of conversations rippled through the audience as Klaus confidently advanced toward the nearest Mythril Crystal. The chatter buzzed with curiosity, wondering if Klaus could surpass the benchmark set by Alex or if he would at least demonstrate a power level reminiscent of a Low-tier cyan core.

{What are you going to do?} Greed asked, his tone tinged with a hint of concern for Klaus.

’Is it just me, or do you sound worried?’

{Tssssp!! Why would the Great me be worried for a weakling like you?} Greed responded with an eccentric tone before continuing, {As I told you before, the properties of Arcane energy are different compared to mana; it can’t be converted into aura.}

’Yeah, I remember.’

{So again, what are you going to do? This test clearly gauges the stage of one’s mana core. Although you can probably showcase a power output higher than someone with a High-tier cyan core, you will not be able to materialize an aura color that they are familiar with.}

’I can probably fake the aura color with magic, but...’

{They will all realize that it’s not truly aura.}

’Is it not possible to convert natural mana into aura?’

{Don’t be stupid!!! You can only convert mana to aura, but only if the mana is originating from your mana core.}

Klaus stood about 10 meters away from the Mythril crystal, his eyes scanned the commoner section where his parents were sitting. The anticipation in the arena was palpable as everyone wondered how Klaus, the breaker of continental records, would approach the Mythril Crystal challenge.

’For their sake, I can’t display anything lower than Alex,’ Klaus thought while smiling back at his mother and the maids, who were beaming and waving at him.

The only impasse was that, since he didn’t have a mana core, the normal standards to gauge someone’s level couldn’t apply to him. He could fake a green aura using magic, but Rick was too close, and with the patriarch also watching, he didn’t want to risk it.

’Should I just hit it using raw strength and pure swordsmanship?’ Klaus pondered to himself for a brief moment.

’NO!! What am I saying? In this family, no, in this world, power is everything. In consequence...’

’I should show them what real power looks like.’