Chapter 2: Ch 2: Rebirth of A Tyrant - Part 2
Fenrir left the broken children behind without a second glance. Their groans faded into the background as he stepped into the empty corridor.
The world outside hit him like a hammer.
Tall towers of glass stretched into the clouds, glowing with flowing currents of mana.
Vehicles hovered soundlessly above smooth black roads. People moved quickly, their bodies wrapped in strange fabrics that shimmered with protective runes.
Fenrir narrowed his eyes.
'This world... it's changed.'
He inhaled deeply, letting his senses stretch out. The mana in the air was purer, sharper. Cleaner than anything he remembered. Yet the world itself felt... hollow. Artificial.
Still, his instincts told him one thing:
'Power here is ripe for the taking. I don't think these fools even know how to optimally use what they have been handed to on a silver platter.
Thanks to his reincarnation spell, the memories of this body's former owner came to him easily, like pulling a sword from its sheath.
He was in the 22nd century now.