The view of my ceiling slowly came into focus as I woke up, turning to the window and listening to the now quiet city. I felt a new sense of calm, almost stillness.

Judging by the silence, it seemed as though a significant amount of time had passed and it was currently midnight.

I slowly crept out of my crater and cleaned off some drool on my mouth while trying to recall my conversation with the Lord.

Oh right, my Mana core.

I looked into my now structured core; there were no rings around it, as expected, but it did seem to have a very nice relationship with mana.

The core throbbed steadily but calmly, just like a heartbeat. It had a dim golden aura to it and magnetized pure mana to itself very quickly.

Mana works oddly in this world. 

I have been observing it with my eyes since I came here; it's especially easy for me because I see all mana as merely little particles. There's pure mana, which floats around the world like air and has a pure white colour; then there's Regular mana, which is the one inside a person's body and differs in colour per person and power.

Regular mana is formed when Pure mana is siphoned into the core and stored there; the amount of mana that one's core can store depends mainly on the rings they have, but I think there are some external factors.

The mana core only replenishes itself during times of rest or relaxation, but how quickly it happens still differs from person to person. If I were to make a hypothesis, I'd say it's their relationship with mana.

From what I can tell, mana must really love me.

I wonder if I can do a spell or if I can fortify my body with it?

I lifted up my right hand and shut my eyes to concentrate. I then tried to move the particles out of my hand.

I let out a light grunt as I tried to force my mana to interact with the external one, but after opening my eyes, nothing still happened.

I shut my eyes one more time, flexing my abdomen and trying to force the movement again, and that's when I heard it: it came out, a slight toot.

I bloody farted.

I sighed before lying back on the hard wooden floor and gazing up at my ceiling again, "There's no need to rush learning anything about magic, Lu-".

"Luke?", I said out loud once more. 

That's right, my name isn't Luke anymore; I was no longer tied to Earth. 

I’m no longer an ex-military soldier; I’m no longer the son of a mad drunk.

I am a child now; I’m the son of a warlord. I have a whole life ahead of me, and now I even have the chance to learn something as cool as magic.

I can go to all seven continents in this vast world and see various mythical beings and even go on adventures.

My eyes jerked as a ray of sunlight landed on them; I hadn't even noticed when it began to rise.

 I walked and crept up to my crater before staring at my new home and city: the carriages loading goods and people, the stone homes, the market people fixing up shop, the beautiful Vulture's estate, then the gorgeous sun rising from the horizon and the twin moons setting in the distance.

Luke Albin is dead. This life is for Damian Simmons.

Today is my first real day in this new world.

I jerked my head to the left as a sound cut through the peaceful early morning, a passionate noise, one that usually doesn’t happen in the morning.

A woman’s moan along with a slightly wet rhythmic clapping; it was muffled by the stone walls, and it almost seemed as though they were trying to hide it, but it was still very evident.

Sheesh, next to a toddler’s room??

Using my vision, I looked through the walls and saw the servants having intercourse. Julia and Leon; Julia was a rather busty blonde lady who I had admittedly found attractive.

She frequently flirted with the other servants and would probably try the same with my father if not for him paying her no mind.

Leon was a bit younger, just in his early twenties; he always seemed very uptight and diligent. He came in just a few months ago after my father appointed him personally.

His kind face, red hair and green eyes reminded me of some movie from Earth; what movie was that again??

Their sex was passionate but failed to really catch my attention, even though I could see her sexy body.

She didn’t quite do it for me, but I guess I shouldn’t be watching in the first place; maybe it’s because I’m in a young body so I lack any sexual drive.

Well, at least he is getting his time with a woman. Did I ever get with a woman in my past life??

“…Are you sure you wish to know?…”

I jerked my face back and scanned around my room. Where did that voice come from?

Did I really hear that? Could that be the Celestial Lord??

“Who are you?” I whispered, expecting a response.

But nothing happened; no voice, just moans that got louder.

Then the morning roar of a chicken snapped him from his focus; maybe I just need to sleep. I must be hallucinating from fatigue.

I lay back into my crater, my eyes now heavy and my chest tight. 

“…Train…”.

I jerked back up; my soft baby frame lurched in pain, but now I was sure of it: I was hearing something.

End Of Chapter 6