A vast palace stood in solemn silence.
Inside it, within an enormous room decorated with breathtaking elegance, gold and crystal reflected soft light from countless enchanted lamps. Every piece of furniture looked ancient, noble—unnatural for any modern era.
At the very center of the room, a golden cradle gently swayed.
Lying inside it was a small boy.
His body was fragile, tiny—clearly that of a newborn.
Yet his eyes…
His eyes were filled with shock, confusion, and disbelief—emotions that absolutely did not belong to a child of this age.
Slowly, clumsily, the boy raised both of his hands.
He stared at them.
Small fingers. Soft skin. No scars. No calluses.
Then his gaze shifted, moving around the room—taking in the bizarre, luxurious furniture, the unfamiliar ceiling, the strange symbols carved into the walls.
His breathing grew shallow.
What… is all of this?
Why does everything feel so wrong?
> "This doesn't make any sense…"
His thoughts raced faster than his weak body could keep up.
I wasn't on Earth anymore. Not even close.
But even if I somehow went back in time… this isn't Earth at all.
His heart pounded.
Then why… why does my body look like this?
He looked down again at his tiny hands.
A newborn?
Does that mean…
A terrifying realization struck him like lightning.
I was reborn?
His mind trembled.
Countless memories tried to surface—his old life, his death, the experiments, the endless darkness—
Suddenly, a name escaped his lips.
> "Jessica…? You didn't—"
But before he could finish—
His mouth betrayed him.
Instead of words, incoherent baby-like sounds spilled out.
"Ga… ahh… uh…"
His eyes widened in horror.
No… no, no—!
I can't speak?!
Panic surged through him, but before he could process it—
A female voice echoed directly inside his mind.
Cold. Mechanical. Yet strangely familiar.
> 「Master, please do not panic. I am still with you.」
His breath froze.
That voice—
> "Jessica…?"
> 「You may have forgotten, but the System is merged with your soul.
As long as your soul exists, the System will remain active.」
Relief washed over him like a wave.
So it wasn't a dream…
I really did survive.
Just as he tried to respond—
Several translucent projections suddenly unfolded before his eyes, floating in midair.
Blue light. Sharp edges. Futuristic text.
The moment he saw them, his thoughts stopped completely.
> Didn't these take a bit too long to appear…?
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[System Notification]
➤ Congratulations, Host. You have successfully been reborn in an Unknown Dimension within an Unknown Realm.
➤ System is initiating a full body scan of the Host.
➤ Notice: During the scan, an abnormal energy signature has been detected within the Host's body.
➤ Analyzing detected energy…
➤ Scanning Host's unnatural ethereal body…
➤ Detecting unknown environmental energy surrounding Host…
➤ Conclusion:
The Host has been reborn in a Realm where Magic exists.
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The boy's eyes trembled violently.
Magic…?
Without realizing it, he raised his hands again, staring at them with renewed intensity.
So this world follows completely different laws…
His mind immediately began calculating possibilities.
If magic exists… then control, output, affinity—
How do I use it? Is it internal circulation? External resonance? Or something else entirely—
But before he could continue—
His gaze locked onto a flashing window.
Red.
Pulsing.
Dangerous.
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[WARNING]
➤ WARNING…
➤ WARNING…
➤ WARNING…
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The air inside the luxurious room suddenly felt heavier.
The cradle creaked softly as it swayed.
The boy's pupils shrank.
Warning…?
About what?
The red light reflected in his newborn eyes—
And for the first time since his rebirth,
a sense of genuine danger crept into his soul.
Got it, Oni-san.
Here is Part 02 translated into clean, immersive web-novel English, with expanded emotions, smoother pacing, and vivid inner monologue, while keeping your original plot and intent fully intact. No lore distortion.
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> "Young Master, please wake up. It's already time for breakfast."
> "If you're not present in the dining hall, it will cause serious trouble."
> "Your father will be extremely displeased. Please, Young Master—wake up."
A palace maid stood beside the bed, gently but persistently calling out.
Jack slowly opened his eyes.
The moment consciousness returned, his pupils trembled.
Golden curtains. High ceilings. Mana-infused lamps.
Everything was exactly the same as yesterday.
So it wasn't a dream…
This is really happening.
Suppressing the shock on his face, Jack forced his expression back to calm. Without saying a word, he slipped out of bed and quietly headed toward the washroom.
The maid watched him leave, slightly surprised by his silence. After a brief grin, she exited the room as well.
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Washroom
The moment the door closed—
Jack exploded.
Silently.
His mouth opened wide in a scream that made no sound. The next second, he clutched the marble sink and laughed like a madman, shoulders trembling violently.
But not a single noise escaped.
> "So I really… really got reborn into a fantasy world."
His reflection stared back at him—young, noble, unfamiliar.
After several minutes, Jack regained control and composed himself.
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A Few Minutes Later
The massive dining hall was already occupied.
Jack sat among numerous people—brothers, sisters, and several women seated beside the table… his mothers.
Different expressions filled the room.
Calm. Indifference. Jealousy. Suppressed hostility.
Yet Jack alone wore an unmistakable look of astonishment.
His gaze moved slowly across every face.
So… present count: forty-three siblings.
I'm the twelfth.
Seventeen sisters. Twenty-six brothers.
Not all are present.
From my mother's side, I'm second. One elder brother, one younger sister…
His thoughts abruptly froze.
A terrifying pressure flooded the room.
Jack snapped back to reality and looked up.
Heavy footsteps echoed.
A man walked in with slow, dignified strides—his presence alone commanding silence.
Beside him stood an extraordinarily beautiful woman.
So that's my father…
What an overwhelming attitude.
Wait—who's that beside him?
Ah… his first wife.
Jack's thoughts darkened.
Damn old lecher… five wives, four concubines… and every one of them—
His mind suddenly slapped itself.
What the hell am I thinking?
Those are my parents.
Even if they're stepmothers… they're still mothers.
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The man took the seat at the head of the table.
Brit.
The Family Lord.
As he sat down, servants moved swiftly, serving food with practiced precision. Conversation faded as everyone began eating.
After a brief glance around, Brit's eyes settled on Jack.
> "Jackson. How was your breakthrough last night?"
> "Did Heaven cause you any trouble?"
Jack froze mid-bite.
Hearing his name from Brit's mouth sent a chill through him.
But before reacting, he recalled how this body had interacted with Brit before his memories unsealed.
Swallowing the food, Jack took a slow breath.
> "No. There were no major issues."
Brit nodded.
> "Good. I hope you won't face difficulties in the future either."
"And even if you do… handle them."
Then casually—
> "How many days of leave do you still have from the Sect?"
> "When is your Holy Son Ceremony scheduled?"
> "I received a message yesterday."
Jack replied evenly.
> "I'm required to depart tomorrow, since my breakthrough is complete."
> "The Sect Leader plans to announce my Holy Son status next week."
Jack glanced around.
Some siblings looked indifferent.
Others burned with envy they couldn't hide.
So family politics exist here too.
No problem.
On Earth, I studied history… and politics wasn't optional.
This world may be advanced—
But compared to British politics?
You're amateurs.
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No further conversation followed.
Breakfast ended in silence, and everyone returned to their rooms.
> "Even this world is strange…"
> "No one trusts anyone."
Jack entered his room and sat on the bed.
> "Status Window."
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Status Window
Name: Jack / Jackson Brit
Level: 159
Special Physique: Ethereal Physique
Special Eyes: Ethereal Eyes
Bloodline: Ethereal Bloodline
Job: Hunter
Title: Prodigy of Generation
Strength: 299
Stamina: 298
Agility: 297
Reflection: 298
Resistance: 298
Endurance: 298
Intelligence: 325
Magic Power: 299
Sense: 298
Stat Points: 0
Jack frowned.
> "Why is everything… Ethereal?"
> "Ethereal body, Ethereal eyes, Ethereal bloodline—what does that even mean?"
His gaze stopped at the title.
> "Prodigy of Generation…"
> "For some reason, this rebirth doesn't feel heroic at all."
He scrolled further.
> "So all my Earth skills are gone with that body?"
> "Yes, Master."
Jessica's voice echoed calmly.
> "All skills, abilities, and techniques you acquired on Earth were bound to your previous body."
> "None exist in this one."
> "However, Earth-based abilities would be largely ineffective in this realm."
> "If you still wish to use them, you must re-acquire them."
Jack exhaled slowly.
Opening the windows, he sat on the bed.
> "This body has cultivated for a long time."
> "And I have meditation experience from Earth."
> "Still… cultivation won't be easy."
> "But I have no choice."
He closed his eyes.
The surrounding energy responded instantly.
> "So this is why Jack was called the Prodigy of Generation…"
Energy rushed toward him at terrifying speed.
> "This is magical energy?"
> "Or spiritual energy?"
> "My level breakthrough happened last night…"
> "This is the perfect chance to stabilize it."
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Next Morning
Jack had cultivated nonstop since yesterday's breakfast.
Day and night passed.
Now, standing in the room, he took a deep breath.
> "Cultivation isn't bad."
> "This body feels more… like mine now."
He looked toward the sky.
> "This world really is beautiful."
His gaze fell upon the palace grounds.
Two girls sparred—one wielding a spear, the other a longsword.
> "Why practice here when there's a training ground—"
Knock. Knock.
Jack turned.
A maid entered, kneeling respectfully.
> "Young Master, the Family Lord summons you to the dining hall."
> "Understood. I'll be there."
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Dining Hall
Just like yesterday—yet different.
One additional presence stood beside Brit.
A young woman.
On Jack's left.
> "Father… is it really that important for me to go with Jack?"
She held Brit's hand, eyes filled with emotion.
> "I hate leaving you."
Brit gently patted her head.
> "Don't speak like that."
> "You're strong for your age."
> "But this Nexus holds talents far greater than you."
> "Some could defeat you in seconds—even at lower levels."
The girl fell silent.
> "We are nobles."
Brit's voice hardened.
> "If a member of this family hesitates to cultivate—then what?"
> "But Father, I only want to—"
> "Enough, Rose."
> "All your elder siblings have left for Sects."
> "You are the only one still here."
She sighed.
> "Fine. I'll go."
> "I see—you've already started seeing me as a burden before marrying me off."
Brit merely smiled.
Suddenly—
> "Rose! How disrespectful!"
Rosario shouted.
> "Apologize at once!"
> "Why should I?"
Rose sat beside Jack.
Rosario stood in anger—only to be stopped by Brit's raised hand.
> "Enough."
Jack smiled internally.
Same everywhere.
Fathers spoil daughters.
If that were me—or another brother—
The scolding would be legendary.
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Brit spoke again.
> "Jack."
> "A flying carriage is being prepared outside."
> "The Sect has ordered you both to depart immediately."
> "Tomorrow morning, the Sect Entrance Examination begins."
> "It will last three days."
Jack's eyes narrowed.
> "…An entrance exam?"