Chapter 2: Magical World

When Jaxon opened his eyes, he stared at the ceiling, hoping—praying—that it was the cracked, shitty one back on Earth.

Nope. Still here. Still in this world.

He exhaled through his nose. It was depressing as hell that this room, as barebones as it was, was still better than his last one in America. So, that was it, huh? He died fighting those goons and got reincarnated. Now, he was a ten-year-old boy, still dark-skinned—thank God—but now with wolf ears and a tail.

Yeah. That was new.

Jaxon had been reborn as a Therianthrope, a race of human-animal hybrids. They had humanoid bodies, animal ears, fur, and tails. Different tribes existed within their kind, each based on a particular species. He belonged to the Wolf Tribe, one of the Great Twelve Powers of the Therianthropes.

In this world, four dominant races existed—Humans, Elves, Dwarves, and Therians. Unlike in the fantasy media Jaxon used to consume, none of these groups vastly outnumbered the others. The reason? Monsters and wild magic beasts were so powerful and numerous that racism and sexism had become obsolete. If you spent your time hating someone because of their race or gender, you were probably dead within the week.

Not that it completely stopped the problem—history showed that people would find some reason to be assholes. But at least the looming threat of monstrous destruction forced them to focus on survival first, prejudice second.

The civilization level was roughly the same as Medieval Europe—no indoor plumbing, streets that stank to high heaven, and food so god-awful Jaxon nearly cried after his first bite.

That last one? That had to be fixed immediately. Jaxon knew he should read more about plant life. The Haitian in him is crying out in despair. 

But nothing else mattered—not when he had magic.

Jaxon could feel it, raw and untamed, coursing through him. He had seen enough anime, read enough cultivation novels, and studied enough esoteric theories to know how to test it. He didn't magic existed until one day when Jaxon was born—which was always he started with Nen exercises, both real and anime—just some basic focus techniques from back home—and to his absolute shock, he accidentally invented his first spell:

Mana Sight.

A simple yet powerful technique that let him see mana particles, auras, and magical signatures.

The first time he used it?

Pure sensory hell.

Every living thing emitted mana—people, animals, even plants. Activating it all at once was like staring at the sun with binoculars while standing next to a jet engine. He nearly blacked out from the overload.

But adaptation was survival, and Jaxon was nothing if not adaptable. He filtered the information, refining the technique until he could choose what to perceive. Over time, he expanded it, developing:

Mana Sound – Hearing the flow of mana in objects and creatures. Mana Taste – (Yes, really.) Detecting the quality of mana in food, potions, and even the air. Mana Touch – Feeling the weight and density of mana in his surroundings.

…Yeah, the names sucked, but cut him some slack—he was seven when he figured this all out.

Jaxon's magic ability seemed above average—at least, he thought so. He could do Mana Sense and Passive Detection, spells that allowed him to perceive magical energy and sense nearby threats.

Passive Detection was standard reconnaissance magic—it automatically picked up on mana sources within a certain radius. Mana Sense was more advanced—it let him actively analyze auras, detecting suppressed mana that Passive Detection couldn't catch.

The fighting style of the world greatly disappointed him. There are so many unrefined uses of mana and martial skills. It's not like the world could evolve their skills because, at this time, in most kingdoms and empires, their fighting techniques stay in their country of origin. This means many ways of fighting don't meet each other often, and if they do, most of the opponents tend to kill each other and learn nothing. 

Its hard to learn when someone is trying to kill you. 

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Two years passed.

Jaxon's situation had barely improved. He was still an orphan. His orphanage? A dilapidated wreck barely standing upright.

To survive, he took odd jobs around town. Turns out, all those repair skills from his past life? Ridiculously lucrative here. The city's basic infrastructure was medieval at best, meaning there was always something broken that needed fixing.

But even that didn't compare to magic.

Magic was awesome.

He could surpass the physical limits of regular Therians, running faster than horses, breaking boulders with his tail, and—best of all—hunting and eating dinosaurs.

Yes. Dinosaurs were real.

And they were delicious.

The beasts in this world were insane. The Tyrantrous Rex was said to have the greatest bite force in existence—enough to break through a mountain. Jaxon once saw a Hunter return from the wilderness dragging an entire T-Rex by its tail. And that was from someone who had only mastered basic mana control.

If he wanted to become the strongest, magic alone wasn't enough.

He needed physical training.

But this world followed the same biological rules as his old one. He couldn't just start lifting heavy weights as a kid—that would wreck his growth plates. Instead, he focused on:

Extreme conditioning. On odd days, Jaxon trains at 4:30 in the morning to warm up for his training. 

It starts with loading up the wagon—custom-built by him—with Turnips, beans, carrots, and peas. Thanks to the internet, Jaxon invented broccoli, which is wild because it is just a crossbreed with wild mustard brassica, which doesn't exist, but the plant still exists, and wild cabbage. After loading the seasonal crops to the chart, he delivered to over 300 customers Jaxon built over the two years. 

The goal is to deliver all the products before breakfast: From Jaxon to the second Outer Wall, running while pushing the cart helps gain strength. Trekking across the marsh tests stamina. Climbing up a high mountain tests endurance. Running across a slum gang-occupied territory tests speed. Finally, walking across a single long bridge without spilling the product at high speeds tests balance. Once all the products were delivered, it was time for Mid-Morning Training.

Jaxon had no fancy weights, no instructors, and no structured program. What he did have was his imagination. 

Digging.

Digging trenches, pits, or holes in the hardest ground he could find. He didn't need to dig, but it built grip strength, endurance, and made his claws sharp. If it was good enough for legendary warriors, it was good enough for him.

After digging, he went to the forest, chopping wood and dragging logs back by his feet. The extra weight strengthened his legs and back.

To finish the session, Jaxon strapped rocks to his arms and legs and ran laps around the Outer Wall—sprinting when on solid ground without any shoes, slowing to a crawl when trekking through the muddy marshlands.

End-Morning Training – Combat & Reflexes

Strength meant nothing if he couldn't land his hits.

Jaxon started with shadowboxing, practicing thousands of strikes in the air, making sure his punches, elbows, and kicks were as fast and precise as possible. Once his arms were sore, he switched to live training.

His favorite drill was dodging falling rocks. He rigged boulders to drop at random intervals and forced himself to avoid them blindfolded. If he got hit, that meant he was too slow and needed to be better.

He also trained his balance by sprinting across thin planks, vines, and fences, making sure he could move quickly in any situation.

The hardest part of this session? Wrestling wild animals. Boars, birds, stray wolves—if it was dangerous, he fought it. He needed to be ready for anything.

Early-Afternoon Training – Speed & Agility

Jaxon wasn't just strong—he had to be fast.

It was simple run towards Snake Woods, chum Shark Gang Lake use mana on his feet to run across the lake. About 300 square kilometers, halfway, use the sinking stones to reach the apple orchid at the end of the lake and run back. 

Mid-Afternoon Training – Weapons & Accuracy

By now, his body was aching, but that didn't matter. A warrior needed to be deadly with weapons.

Jaxon trained his swordplay with a wooden blade twice the weight of a real one, swinging it until he couldn't lift his arms. He practiced stabbing and slashing at moving targets—logs swinging from trees, sacks filled with sand, anything that forced him to adjust on the fly.

For precision, he spent an hour throwing knives, spears, and even rocks, trying to hit moving targets in the distance.

And in the evening, Jaxon's body might have been exhausted, but his mind still had work to do.

He started by meditating under a waterfall, forcing his mana to flow properly as the weight of the water crushed him. This helped him learn to control his magic under pressure.

Next, he practiced basic magic spells—enhancing his body, boosting his senses, or refining his ability to detect mana in the air.

Finally, before sleeping, he studied battle records, monster books, and maps, learning everything he could about potential threats. He also visualized battles in his mind, preparing strategies for any enemy he might face.

And when the day was finally over, his body completely wrecked, he collapsed into his makeshift bed.

On the next odd day, he'd do it all over again.