Chapter 2 Darren Reeves Grimoire II
In the bright and sunny afternoon of the day with cool breeze blowing the leaves of the grass and trees, theres a boy with an age about five to six years old seating in a gazebo of a courtyard drinking tea.
Behind him is a man wearing a butler uniform standing there like pillar not making any movements at all.
"So what happened after that?" Asked by the boy with an arrogant tone.
"Just like master has predicted, the assimilation began within an hour. The template slowly grew and I nourished it accordingly to your instruction. Bathe it in the essence of Blood Origin Orchid, feed it with the Sap of Elven World Tree and Marrow of the Mana Vien. I exposed it to the radiation of six elemental crystals and increasing its intensity accordingly as time passed. The template is having a bit problem adapting in the beginning, however the Blood Origin Orchid did its job just you guessed."
"Of course it will, I'm genius and probaly the best one in history." the boy said proudly.
"Yes you are master. And you have successfully assimilated with it after five years, it was done a few days ago. So I brought you out of your magic tower and made an arrangement in this village and await for you to awaken."
"Well done, Dom."
"Thank you, master"
"With this I'll have a semi-perfect restarting line, a template with limitless potential as long as the foundation is perfectly laid."
"However master, while the template has limitless potential it will be difficult to climb higher. Unlike those with bloodlines and talents that can rise quickly with the foundation created by their ancestor, you will likely have face difficulties. Besides that, we can't still find the final catlyst for breakthrough in late stages."
"Don't worry about that, like I said I'm the greatest genius ever live. About the catalyst, theres a plenty of time for it. Enough of that, tell the arrangements you made."
"Yes master. During this five years I arrange a maid and a butler to pretend to be a couple and become a newly rising merchant using the toys you deemed useless as their product to gained wealth as a cover."
"What toy?" Questioned the boy.
"The golem construct that can cast basic magic."
"Ah... that one that consumes too many mana shard. Good job."
'Well for you its useless but to them its an advance war tech.' Thought by the butler.
"After that many nobles actually reach out to us for that useless toy, and seeing things getting complicated, I stage a fake accident that made it seem the couple died and the incomplete blueprint of the golem was stolen, leaving only the sole heir for their wealth which is you and the nobles left us alone and instead fighting each other to acquire the blueprints."
"What about my name?"
"Its your same name master, I just added a third name and number."
"Oh! What is it?" The turned to his butler with high ecpectations.
With a proud smile the butler replied,
"Darren Reeves Grimoire II."
"..."
The boy's face immediately darkenned.
"You useless butler!!! Grimoire? Really? does that sound strong and mighty to you?!! Can't even think the names such Draco, Hydra, or even Thanos!!!" Screamed angrily by the boy.
"But master I think we need to be low profile, and Grimoire is just sound right as you are the only one who reach a Magus level after a thousand years."
"Low profile your shit! Everyone thought I was dead anyway without doubt, and even it pains me so much to admit it, but I never had any lover during the forty years of my life and have no heir. And what Magus? That body of mine has reach it maximum potential to grow further after reaaching the first level of Magus, and just to inform you again Magus is not the end game level!!"
As he berated his butler he wave his hand as tea pot and cups, chairs, and rocks came flying towards the butler hitting his face. But the latter let it be and did not even dodge. It couldn't hurt him anyway.
After a moment of outburst the boy calmed down.
"Forget that. How about the other arrangements?"
"Master, about master Luke family. We have been watching and supporting them in the shadows and his child is already six years old now. After master Luke died, his family moved here in the Creve village his hometown. As such we arranged to move here so it can save us some manpower guarding them."
The boy nodded as he thought about how he owe his life to that person. It wouln't happened if he had finished his preparations before the start counter offensive.
"The Five Idiots?" He asked in a playful tone, as if he pulled the greatest prank towards his friends.
"After a year of silence, they declared and made thier own territories independent from other kingdoms making it their own small forbidden lands. As they are at the apex of strength in this land no one dared to suppress or condemn them, the other kingdoms ignore them giving their silent approval."
"Hahaha those five finally realize that they don't need those titles and shi!ts. They can actually take it on their own."
"Yes. They are still idolize by the people and have their support so no kings was fool enough to badmouth them, besides half of the alliance are in favor towards them."
The boy Darren turned silent for a moment lost in his thoughts.
After a while he voice out his thoughts.
"Since everything is in place, its time to start a new journey as Darren Reeves Grimoire II. Prepare my studiy room, I'll need to schedule my time for my growth."
The butler heed his command and left.
....
A month later in the morning of the day in the backyard of the Grimoire family villa.
Theres a boy wielding a wooden sword doing a basic hack and slash together stepping forward and backward.
This going on for few hours already before the sun has risen.
Sweat falls into the ground as he keep repeating the basics of the sword, looking carefully you will notice an ordinary looking bracelet in wrists and ankles. Theres also a plain accesorries in his neck and belt.
Althought seemingly ordinary this things are appeared to be, it has multiple enchantment onto them. Just like stamina by repeatedly draining and recovery it increases ones endurance, same towards mana and the enhancements on these things are constanly draining his mana until empty and repeat again as one recovers.
Besides the accessories theres a runic circle was drawn all over the ground that increases the gravity pull according to your strength, and crystals were hidden underneath the courtyard thats constanly produces pure mana.
By having all of this, a person can train his mana capacity, stamina, physical body, and mana quality.
Darren has been doing this already for a month, six days a week with one day of rest.
And with the preparation he made and food quality he eats he has gained strength and speed of Primary Apprentice swordsman which one normaly reached at the average age of twelve to fifteen years old.
This is terrifyng as a five year old boy has the strength of those trained young adult.
He continued his training until the clock reach eleven o'clock.
He was about to head inside when he heard a voice.
"Hah! Your still doing the basics? Weak.. When i was your age I was already studying sword techniques."
He turned his head and saw a boy not much older than him was sitting on a tree branch in his courtyand.
"Who are you lad?" Darren asked.
"Your the lad!" Rebuke by the person in question.
"I'm older than you, I should be calling you lad. Besides I'm obviously stronger than you who are still training his basic sword technique."
He continued proudly.
"I am Lock Orin! Son of Luke Orin one of the seven heroes! If you follow me and become my subbordinate I can teach you an advance sword technique to become a stronger swordsman!"
"..."
'Like father like son' Darren commented in his mind as his lips twitch after knowing this child's name.
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