He walked a distance of two kilometers before reaching the town under the jurisdiction of the Rose Thrown household—Rose Thrown town.
The town was home to about 10,000 residents, bustling with the rhythm of daily life. At its border lay a High-level tier-0 Dungeon, the perfect hunting ground for Tier-0 to Tier-3 individuals seeking magic crystals and other treasures.
Even low-level monsters could drop magic crystals valuable enough to sell, making the dungeon the lifeblood of the town's economy. The noble's wealth flowed from it as well; a low-level Tier-0 magic crystal could fetch four copper coins, roughly forty iron coins.
But Kell wasn't here for the dungeon.
His purpose was simpler: a carriage that would take him to his home—a nameless village ten kilometers away.
'Haah…' he exhaled, a soft sigh escaping his lips. 'I hope my acting was good enough.'
The worry that had clouded his face just moments ago—the fear of debt, the impossibility of repayment, the uncertainty of his future—was gone. Now, his expression was calm, unreadable, as though the events in the noble household had been nothing more than a passing inconvenience.
Because, in truth… it really wasn't much to him.
Kell found the carriage waiting at the edge of town and climbed in, taking a seat. As he waited for it to fill, his thoughts drifted back to his life—a life no one else knew, but one he remembered all too well.
He… Kell… was not a simple young man who grew up in a village and went to train in a noble household to become a knight.
No.
He was someone living his second life—a reincarnated person.
But he hadn't known that until only a few days ago, when he turned eighteen and his past life's memories flooded into him like a broken dam. Until then, all he had seen were faint specks of another existence—dreams that felt too real, yet slipped away the moment he woke, dissolving like mist at sunrise.
Still… even if the dreams vanished, the lingering feeling never left him. As he grew up, especially in matters of learning and comprehension, there was always something different about him.
For some reason, everything he was taught—everything he heard—made immediate sense to him.
Even before entering the Rose Thrown household for knight training, he had already been unusually skilled. His aptitude in maths, language, writing, reading, and understanding concepts was far above that of any normal village boy.
But after joining the household, his talents only sharpened further. His understanding deepened rapidly. He became capable of handling accounting, drafting letters, and managing documents with flawless precision—something even some trained scribes struggled with.
And it wasn't just his mind.
In physical training, in endurance, strength, and agility, he consistently outperformed many of his peers.
He wasn't the strongest… but he was always better. Always a little above the rest.
He was so good at everything that even the First Blood Exam—something most trainees took at sixteen—was administered to him when he was only thirteen.
His target had been a low-level Tier-0 Goblin.
That stupid-looking creature, with its grotesque face twisted into human-like expressions, was chosen precisely because of that resemblance. If one could not kill a monster that looked disturbingly human, then they were unfit to walk the knight's path.
But killing it had not been easy.
Even for Kell, the moment he drove his weapon into the goblin's chest, watching the life drain from its eyes, something inside him had cracked. He couldn't sleep for days afterward. The memory replayed every time he closed his eyes.
But when the shock finally faded… when his mind settled… killing goblins became easier. Too easy.
By the time he turned fifteen, he had already begun hunting bandits—real humans, stained with the blood of crimes, yes, but still humans. And Kell fought them head-on.
Before he even awakened a class, he was capable of taking down grown men who already had one.
Now, at eighteen, the amount of blood that had soaked into his hands… was not something any normal village boy could imagine.
And then, the memories came.
The memories of his past life.
The world he came from—no, the world his past life lived in—was called Earth. A world with no magic, no classes, no dungeons, no monsters. A world of steel, concrete, electricity, and technology he could barely recall yet instinctively recognized.
He didn't even know the name of the world he lived in now.
No—forget that.
He didn't even know if the word "planet" even existed in this world.
Even the word "world" didn't mean what his past self understood the word as; here, that word simply meant "everywhere," nothing more.
Plus, In this world, there were only two theoretical subjects anyone bothered to teach: Language and Maths. And even then, the maths was nothing more than the basics—addition, subtraction, division, and multiplication. That was it. That was the limit of scholarly education for ninety-nine percent of people.
But Earth?
Earth had too many kinds of subjects.
His past life hadn't even managed to finish studying all of them.
And his past self's least favorite subject was—of course—maths.
A very valid reason, too.
There were just too many formulas in that shit.
Anyway, his past self wasn't anyone special. He wasn't a hero, a genius, or some rich young master. He was just a normal man…
A man who liked reading stories in the darkness of his room, away from everyone, drowning himself in fantasy worlds.
But if he compared that life to this world…
That kind of life on Earth could be only considered luxurious in this world. Luxury on the level of a great noble's pampered child that doesn't know how the world really works.
Here, survival itself wasn't guaranteed. Monsters could kill you, diseases could kill you, the nobles could kill you, and sometimes the land itself killed you.
The life his past self lived?
It was decadent. Soft. Safe. Something unimaginable here.
Anyway…
With the flood of memories from Earth came something else—something far more shocking.
He awakened a power inside him.
A system.
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