I Refused To Be Reincarnated

"Hahaha!"

Meanwhile, Adam's hearty laughter echoed as he cut through Durazmarn's mountain like a laser.

The wind whipped his clothes in a flurry of noises, forcing his grin to reach his eyes. If only he could feel the wind, he had no doubt he would have never forgotten this moment.

Yet, he shrugged the negative thought out of his mind.

'Soon, I'll have a body.'

Before he realised it, he basked under the midday sun, already standing before the academy gate.

He smirked at the mages guarding them and blurred inside, the only trace of his presence a gust that alerted them for a second.

'That's the problem with magic. Their bodies are too weak before they become archmages, and since no one can, they are doomed to live mediocre lives.'

Somehow, this line of thought made him remember Gaston.

He had everything: a powerful physique, excellent affinity, and cheat-like eyes. Yet, he also knew how hard becoming an archmage was. Therefore, he devised a plan to ensure success and surpass that level.

'Tsk. A shame you targeted me.'

He snickered, chasing that nightmare out of his mind as he entered his room.

"Hey, Nova. Guess who's done with enchanting?"

He smiled at his friend before crouching at Stella and extending a finger.

"Hello you, too. Want some good meat today?"

"Meow!"

Stella instantly gripped his finger with her paws, delight flashing in her eyes.

"What a smart cat! I knew I could be the best pet chooser."

"Hahaha. It seems you're in a good mood."

Nova's melodious voice brightened the room and enlivened his soul with joy as she curiously examined his frame.

"Mhh! You worked hard. I'm happy you succeeded!"

She clapped her hands, eyes sparkling.

However, they narrowed and she shook her head. Despite her eagerness to spend some time together, she would die of shame if he lost because of her.

"You only have four days left before the grand final. Don't mind us and focus on it."

His smile froze on his face for a second. Then, he nodded, retrieving his pouch and extending it to her.

"Go have some fun in the meantime. Eat some nice food, buy toys for Stella, or anything that passes through your mind."

Instead of taking it, she fished two gold coins and pushed his hand back.

"That'll be more than enough. Keep the rest to buy materials."

Her radiant smile, full of genuine care, warmed his soul for a moment before he attached the pouch back to his belt and sat at the table.

"Alright. I'll focus now."

Without wasting time, he took out his notes about spell creation and immersed his mind in them.

With his tier-five mana control and as a master enchanter, everything seemed so simple compared to when he converted the mage hand spell last year.

Still, combining the right words and manipulating mana offered their own share of challenges.

'Mainly because of my low tier.'

His lips curled into a bitter smile as he made rapid progress even if, to him, they were slow compared to what he could achieve with more mana or better circuits.

And soon, four days passed in the blink of an eye.

DING

Unlike the last times, he rose from his seat before Nova called for him as an alarm sounded in his ears.

Since he had promised her to pay more attention, he diverted some of his focus to develop a spell to warn him at a fixed time.

With a sigh of relief, he walked to her, ignoring her surprise.

"Let's go before Moira moves. I don't want to see her before the match."

He grinned, taking Stella in his hand and caressing her soft fur.

With a nod, she followed him under the rising sun, appreciating Durazmarn's vista on their way.

However, a prickling sensation assaulted his mind like the sizzling of a broken radio as he passed by the colossal royal palace.

'Something wrong will happen.'

Eyes narrowed, he scanned his surroundings before biting his lips.

"Wait for me by the Gate. I'll return in ten minutes."

Without wasting her answer, he blurred in her silver eyes and charged outside the city.

He passed by the wheat fields and soon reached a small forest a few kilometers away.

With determined steps, he approached a cave and blasted it with a short burst of mana.

Then, he entered the freshly dug hole and drew symbols on the ground.

'If my instincts scream so much, it can only mean two things. Someone is targeting me, I won't be able to return, or both.'

His face darkened as he finished drawing the teleportation circle.

Honestly? If not for the dwarves he promised to save, he would have returned to the college already.

Satisfied by his work, he dropped half the remaining tier-four mana-rich ores and closed the hole.

Five minutes later, he met Nova at the Gate and crossed it with her, his feelings mixed and ominous clouds dancing above his head.

As he stepped into the Academy of Summoning, King Alaric and Moira stood before a magic circle pulsing with enough energy to blow up Durazmarn.

"Finally! After centuries we revived it!"

Alaric clenched his trembling fists in the castle's basement, looking at Moira's figure with deep-rooted respect and joy.

"You finally reached that traitor's level. From today onwards, I give you the title of best enchanter in dwarven history. Let the Titan's Twilight be your creation."

"The traitor will soon disappear from history, anyway. His creations are no longer his and his name is already forgotten."

Moira smiled back, her ambitions making her voice crack as she gazed at the colossal metal construct before them.

Even seated, it reached fifty meters tall. Even inactive, it inspired a sense of awe and inevitable doom in anyone standing as its adversary.

Because it was the traitor's most terrifying weapon. The one that secured their independence.

"Humph. That crazy dwarf wanted to share the blueprint with humans and elves alike. What a fool."

Alaric snorted, rage bubbling in his veins like a volcano about to erupt.

"Don't mind the past. Our ancestors stopped him before he could."

Despite her elegant words, Moira gritted her teeth, hate flashing in her eyes.

"I must leave now to assist in the tournament's final. If you will please excuse me, uncle."

Without waiting for an answer, her steps echoed in the damp underground as her satin robes glowed like a halo to illuminate her path.

Each step she took caused her anger to increase and almost distort her always-composed face... because she knew the truth.
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She was far from being her ancestor's equal. He had devised this weapon from scratch by himself. Meanwhile, it took centuries to repair it.

"What an affront."

She gritted her teeth, the air hissing through them.

She had been studying and researching for a hundred and twenty yeaars. She had been acclaimed as an unparalleled genius in the enchanting field. For what? Those meager results? To see a dwarf who died much younger shatter her pride with exquisite crafts?

"I'll beat you."

She muttered, leaving the castle and smelling the pure air.

"I'll become the new dwarven genius, no matter the cost and annihilate anyone who knows about you."

A silly glint flashing in her eyes, she crossed the Gate with the gathered students and teachers and stepped into the Academy of Summoning.