mana less

As I lay back, staring at the ceiling, a thought surfaced, fleeting yet sharp:

"Have I been reborn?"

It was a plausible conclusion—but if so, why was I in the body of a young man? Rebirth, by logic or myth, should return one to infancy. Not this.

Each answer only unearthed more questions, multiplying like weeds, tangling my mind. My head throbbed, pounding with a rhythm that mocked my attempts to think clearly.

I drew a slow, deliberate breath, steadying the storm within. Wiping the blood from beneath my nose, I pushed myself upright, sitting at the edge of the bed, silently grappling with this unfamiliar reality.

Apparently, I now inhabited the body of a young heir—The son of a powerful guild leader.

Unexpected, yes.

But not without intrigue.

In this world, monarchs and empires had faded, replaced by guilds—each ruled by leaders whose power rivaled kings. Society itself was shaped by the hunters who hunt of monstrous beings born of something called the Mirror Realm.

From the memories I inherited, I didn't learn much about the Mirror Realm.

Only this—it was a dimensional space, somehow connected to this world. A rift, perhaps. A fracture between realities. And from it, monsters emerged.

No one knew when it first appeared.No one knew how.That was all the memories offered me.

But that alone was enough to stir my interest.

A world of monsters... a realm that bridged dimensions...

To me who newly arrived in this strange land, it was more intriguing than anything else.

Even more fascinating was the concept of mana—a form of energy that allowed humans to wield elemental forces: fire, wind, water, light, darkness. A kind of spiritual force, but vastly different from what I knew.

"Fascinating," I murmured, lost in thought.

In my former life, we used chakra—internal energy—to refine the body and spirit. But mana? Mana bent the world itself to the user's will. This was a world built on the divine power or so called mana.

But as the bitch fate was it really like to toy with me...

My expression twisted slightly. A lips curled up into a small grin.

Of course.

Fate had a strange sense of humor.

This body—the one I now possessed—could not use mana.

I chuckled dryly, dragging a hand through my hair.

According to the memories of this boy... I am what they call mana-less.

No talent to control mana. No affinity to collect mana.

A body that rejected mana entirely.

"What a luck" I muttered.

The notion of being talentless in a world built upon talent—how poetic.

A bitter laugh escaped me, echoing softly in the empty room.

"Talentless, is it?"

I wonder...

Would it make any difference?

Would this body's limitations can stop me?

Could I still conquer this world—if I wished to?

I chuckled again, louder this time. Not from confidence. Not from arrogance.

But from amusement.

The truth was... I had no interest in conquest. Not anymore. No more crowns, no more thrones, no more wars to win.

I rose to my feet, walking slowly to the window. With a soft creak, I pushed it open, and a cold breeze kissed my face. I leaned against the frame, resting my chin on my arms.

Outside, the world sprawled wide and vibrant beneath a strange sky.

looking at the scene outside....

There was no doubt—this was not my world.

It was something new.

Although it was completely similar to my previous world like a prefect copy.... but i can tell this was another world.

A world full of people. Of monsters. Of power.

But what I sought wasn't power. Not this time.

All I wanted—was peace. A quiet life. A life of leisure, of freedom. A life where boredom no longer gnawed at my bones like rot.

I watched the sky.

And I wondered—

Will this world entertain me?