'I Reincarnated But Have No System? You Must Be Kidding Me!'

"Jairah," Auren muttered, his voice low and grim as he prepared for the worst.

With a practiced motion, he drew his Divine Rapier, the DR humming faintly with golden energy. His pupils shifted into sharp, hawk-like slits as he activated [Eagle Eyes], his long-range observation skill. Unlike his shorter-range [Tiger Eyes], this one allowed him to see through trees and across great distances—clarity enhanced by mana detection, and even faint ripples of magical movement could not escape it.

And true enough, barely a kilometer away, two figures stirred the forest.

One of them rode a majestic, towering stag, its antlers glowing with ceremonial runes. The creature bounded effortlessly over roots and shrubs, a phantom of grace and power. Atop it sat Kardel, the ruthless leader of the Sylvanthir Tribe.

Auren’s gaze sharpened. The stag’s hooves never made a sound—clearly enchanted—and the runes painted across its fur pulsed with an unnatural rhythm. Kardel wasn’t just passing through.

Then, Auren noticed the second presence.

This one was harder to see—not directly visible at all—but the air shimmered ever so slightly near a copse of thick bushes. The trees twitched with barely-there motion, and a faint dusting of mana trailed like a ghost’s breath in the undergrowth.

Rhiki.The tribal leader of the Velka Dar.

Auren recognized the movement signature immediately, having trained himself on how to detect it. Ghostveil—that infamous movement skill that made its user near-invisible to the naked eye—was being used. Only those attuned to mana fluctuations, or those with special observation skills, could track it.

And Rhiki was fast. He didn’t walk. He glided—like a blur of forest wind given form. If he hadn’t seen the signs, Auren would’ve thought it was just the rustling of leaves.

But something felt off.