We entered the luxurious mansion and were immediately led over to the dining room where a plethora of food was waiting for us.

The cute hamster-like beast kept staring at me all the way there, not once removing its gaze from me. It also seemed as though I was the only one who could actually see it or at least I was the only one who acknowledged it so I tried my best to ensure I didn't stare at it for too long.

Other than the little hamster though, there was yet another person giving me weird stares. Their little daughter, Flower, also shot me a few off-putting glances.

Jina turned to meet her then joked, "Awww, Flower wants to make a friend".

"Little Flower here is a little over a year older than him so they could grow up to be very close".

I locked eyes with the shy girl, her arms strongly wrapped around her mothers thigh then she quickly averted her gaze from me.

Looking into her mana core, I noticed some very dull white particles dancing around in there. It seems she'll unlock her mana core pretty early then I looked up at her mother and subsequently her father.

While the former had little to no magic residuals the latter seemed to have quite a brimming core with a whole forty rings, the highest I've currently seen.

That man's mana capacity is really outstanding, he has more than double the amount my father does. In fairness, my father may not be a mage but this guy really is something.

My father then turned to me and said, "Well then Lucia take your brother to go wash your hands and use the bathroom".

I and Lucia were taken to a large toilet room by the maids, while I only intended to wash my hands, I was greeted by the plump white hamster once again.

It stood upright on its two legs looking at me with what looked like a grin on its face then it pointed to one of the open bathroom stalls beside it.

I stopped in my tracks to look at it then Lucia, who was already washing his hands glanced at me from the window and asked, "Damian are you alright??"

"Uhh yeah", I replied nervously before going on to wash mine.

"I'm not going to talk to some random hamster...​I'm not going to talk to some random hamster...I am not going to talk to-".

"...You only live once...".

The voice in my head spoke, it's voice carrying an uncanny weight of charisma. I looked up at the hamster one more time through the window then turned to Lucia and said, "Big brother Lucia, I wanna go poop".

"That's okay, I'll be sure to tell mom and dad".

With that I entered the stall, closed it and sat on the toilet before waiting for my brother to leave and gazing down at the smug hamster.

"So what does a fat hamster want with me??".

"Hamster? Fat? Did the old warlord not train his son with any manners??", it spat back.

"Oh I didn't know a hamster commanded my respect?".

"For someone reincarnated here, you seem weirdly calm enough to talk and bad mouth a talking hamster".

My face grimaced a bit before I replied, "Wh...What ever could you mean??"

It chuckled, "It's far too obvious boy, come on. The way you walk, the calmness in your eyes...you don't give off the energy of a child". 

Then he shrugged and said, “Plus you have a healthy, pulsating mana core”.

"What are you??".

"Boy, I'm what they call a Spirit."

"A spirit hamster??"

"I'm not a hamster!", it yelled. 

"This isn't my natural form, I'm a high grade spirit and the same griffin you saw at the centre of the estate".

"I was gifted the name Hugmoth by Sir Hume himself and I am of the seventh tier".

Gifted? Do spirits even have names??

"Why am I the only one who can see you?? And what do you mean by names??".

"A spirit is gifted a name by their master after forming a contract, if you've done any research into spirit dive, you should know this".

"Well I've only been here for two years".

"So you admit that you were reincarnated here?!".

I hissed before saying, "Is that any of your business??".

"Of course not, I don't even plan on telling anyone. You caught my eye is all, figuratively and literally".

"In my current form, no one other than my master and other humans I allow can see me but you can see me just fine not to mention I noticed you were reincarnated here from the very beginning".

"So how can you see me?? Spill it".

I don’t really know if I can trust this guy but I have already been caught, no need to lie but I will keep my information to a minimum.

“Hmm, all I know is that they’re some sort of magical eyes”.

“Magical eyes? Oh surely you know more than that”.

“How would I know anything about this? I’m two”.

“That’s not an excuse, you were reincarnated here and done so with judicious care at that”.

“What do you mean??”.

“Look at yourself boy, you’re capable of as much or close to as much cognitive activity as an adult, you’re in a working body and even given special eyes that let you see spirits without ever studying or practicing spirit dive”.

“For god's sake, people train for decades to even be capable of seeing a spirit but you can just see me!?”.

Suddenly the fat hamster has started to make a ton of sense, the fact my brain capacity works the way it does is concerning.

While I’m not as sharp as I ought to be and various things like my libido are different, my mind is still relatively the same.

“So you’re saying my reincarnation was calculated??”.

“More than calculated, it was done by someone extremely powerful. There are two types of people who get reincarnated or shall I say there are two forms”.

“One teleportation, this is when someone is legit brought here from another world, usually as subjects of war or if they’re capable of divine prowess”.

“This isn’t especially hard to do and can be done by normal elite nations or sorcerers who have a fair grasp on Chaos, this is the usual form of reincarnation”.

“Transmigration on the other hand is when you take one’s soul into another child, it requires a…shall I say concerning amount of dominion over Chaos”.

“So to do that while keeping your consciousness and cognitive ability, it probably requires someone as powerful or even more powerful than a lord”.

That checks out with the Celestial Lord.

“Do you know anyone who could have done it??”.

I pretended to think long and hard then shook my head.

“Come on, think boy. Remember your past life!”.

A shiver ran down my spine as he spoke, I grasped my hands together and looked down at the white tiles.

“I can’t”.

“Huh?? What do you mean you can’t??”.

“I mean I can’t”, I spat.

“Don’t tell me…are you running away from your past world??”.

“Admittedly I hated thinking about my last life and I tense up whenever I try almost like a phobia but I don’t think it’s only a phobia”.

“I do believe a part of me, rather, I in all have been neglecting my past. I have been running away but…”.

“But??”, he asked expectedly.

“Over these past few years, I’ve been finding it rather hard to remember parts of my past”.

END OF CHAPTER 9