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As for why the minor clone, George, didn't directly approach the Creator of this new world for dialogue and chose to sneak in instead—it was because he hadn't yet gauged the attitude of the local deity.
If they were friendly, all would be well. But if they were hostile, they might destroy the minor clone instantly and flee to a new location, forcing George to start his search all over again.
These minor clones were mass-produced and inherently weak; they were no match for a Creator. However, with a fragment of George's soul, they could exercise high-level authorities.
As long as he successfully infiltrated the world, he could locate a corpse and use the authorities of the Error, Fate, and Death pathways to instantly complete a replacement. By then, he would be perfectly disguised as a native. Unless the local Creator was significantly more powerful than George's primary form, the disguise would be nearly impossible to penetrate.
Since the world before him was clearly just a single-layered universe, George had nothing to worry about.
"Found one!"
His soul fragment successfully slipped into the new world. To avoid detection, George quickly locked onto the nearest fresh corpse and possessed it.
"Theft! Fate! Resurrection!"
Invoking three authorities, George immediately seized control of the body, waking up within the flesh and simultaneously scouring the corpse's residual memories.
"Clover Kingdom... Mage... Magic Knights... Wizard King..."
George slowly opened his eyes.
The body he occupied belonged to a fifteen-year-old youth named Nokia—a name that reminded him of a certain brand of mobile phones.
Nokia was born in Hage Village, located in the Forsaken Realm of the Clover Kingdom. His parents were ordinary farmers, but he dreamt of becoming a member of the kingdom's Magic Knights. Despite his parents' discouragement, he secretly set off for the Royal Capital to participate in the Magic Knights Entrance Exam as soon as he received his grimoire.
However, due to his low mana levels and lack of combat experience, he had been gored to death by a wild boar on the road to the capital.
Such occurrences weren't rare. Every year, many youths from the Forsaken Realm traveled to the Royal Capital fueled by dreams, though ninety-nine percent of them returned home in disappointment. Given the long and treacherous journey, accidental deaths were common. Thieves using magic to rob and kill, unfriendly magical beasts, thick mists, cliffs, deserts, or poisonous fruits—any of these could claim a young life.
This was a world of universal magic. Everyone was born with mana and could naturally perform some level of magic. Even farmers used magic to assist with their field work. However, the talent of the majority was mediocre; their mana was low and only suitable for labor, not for combat. They could never become true mages.
When children in this world reached fifteen, they participated in a ceremony to receive their own grimoire. A grimoire acted as a focus, allowing a mage to cast spells with greater power, better efficiency, and lower mana consumption. It also helped the user realize and develop new spells. With a grimoire in hand, one could head to the capital for the exams to join the Magic Knights—the kingdom's elite military force.
The Magic Knights were the strongest military power in the Clover Kingdom, responsible for national security and handling magical incidents. They held immense status. Most who passed the exam were nobles born with high mana and natural talent. The Magic Knights reported directly to the Wizard King, independent of the King's jurisdiction.
The Wizard King was considered the strongest mage in the kingdom. Legend has it that a powerful demon once ravaged the world, nearly bringing humanity to extinction. A brave mage appeared, led humanity to defeat the demon, and ushered in a new dawn. That mage was honored as the first Wizard King.
Of course, the current Wizard King was not the one from the legends. The title was passed down through generations; upon the death or retirement of the incumbent, the strongest mage in the kingdom would inherit the title.
"Coming from the borderlands, his knowledge is limited. I still need to head to the Royal Capital to truly understand this world. Might as well fulfill this kid's wish while I'm at it."
George made his decision quickly. Nokia's memories contained very little useful intelligence; he didn't even know how many countries existed, and his magical knowledge was virtually non-existent.
By heading to the bustling capital, George could better understand the magic system and scout the world. Simultaneously, achieving Nokia's dream of becoming a respected Magic Knight would serve as payment for using his body.
George reached out, and a grimoire materialized in his hand.
"This thing is actually quite interesting."
After a brief study, George realized the grimoire was not simple. He had initially assumed it was a tool similar to a wand from the Harry Potter world, but it felt more like a physical manifestation of this world's magical laws.
"Recovery Magic... no wonder he was killed by a common boar."
He flipped through Nokia's grimoire. It contained only one spell, which was the only magic Nokia knew: Wound Recovery. It could heal minor external cuts but possessed zero offensive capability.
Normally, if one had an offensive attribute—like Fire Magic—even a common farmer could use a burst of flames to drive away a beast. But with Nokia's current mana levels, he wouldn't have stood a chance at the Magic Knights exam with an offensive spell anyway.
However, Recovery Magic was a different story. It was relatively rare. Even if it could only heal small wounds, it was better than nothing. There was a slim chance a Magic Knight squad might take him, and failing that, joining the regular army would have been easy. Nokia's choice to go to the capital was correct; he was just too reckless to go alone.
"Don't worry. With me here, you're guaranteed a spot in the Magic Knights."
"Wound Recovery!"
Activating the spell from the grimoire, George wiped his hand over his torso. The gaping hole torn by the boar's tusks vanished instantly. In Nokia's hands, this spell could only seal small cuts, but in George's hands, even a punctured heart could be restored in an instant.
(End of Chapter)