Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

Aengus and Hugo stood face to face, their tall figures commanding the attention of the growing crowd.

"Inspector, is killing allowed?" Aengus asked, his deep, calm voice startling the audience.

The Inspector, an experienced overseer, raised his brows at the unusual question. His eyes flicked toward Hugo, who was holding a weapon, while Aengus remained unarmed.

"No, new student. No killing is allowed," the Inspector replied firmly. Then, turning to Hugo, he added, "And you should know better, Hugo. Throw that weapon. The Academy regulations strictly prohibit the use of weapons unless the other party consents."

"Fine..." Hugo muttered, tossing the sword to the side with annoyance. Despite this, he remained confident, believing that Aengus, at best, was only at the Beginner or Adept phase.

Hugo mirrored Aengus' unarmed stance, assuming a casual posture as if to mock his opponent.

The Inspector raised his hand. "Fight!"

The crowd roared in anticipation. Eyes were glued to the sparring Circle, curious to see how the Supreme Talent would fare against Hugo, who was notorious for his aggressive style.

"Bang!"

To everyone's astonishment, Hugo was nowhere to be seen. In his place stood Aengus, his fist thrust forward, smoke lingering in the air.

"What? What just happened?"

"Where is Hugo?"

"F***, look! Hugo is on the wall! He's already defeated—so easily!"

All eyes turned to Hugo, crumpled against the far wall of the sparring arena, unconscious and utterly defeated. Gasps filled the air as disbelief washed over the crowd.

"Hu…" The spectators were speechless, their eyes wide in shock. Even Michael and Rayan, who had been observing smugly, stiffened. They had the ability to defeat Hugo as well, but to do so with such ease and precision? That was another level altogether.

The humiliating defeat felt like a slap to their faces, especially since they were the ones who had instigated Hugo to challenge Aengus in the first place.

Aengus walked out of the circle with calm, measured steps, his face showing no excitement or pride. His demeanor spoke louder than words—this was nothing more than a trivial matter to him.

The Inspectors and students were momentarily stunned, their minds replaying the short, almost surreal sparring match.

Elita's eyes were glowing with fervent admiration, her heart racing. She couldn't help but feel even more drawn to Zytherion. She was simply too amazed.

"Should we leave for class?" Aengus asked her nonchalantly.

Elita's heart skipped a beat as she noticed their close proximity. Suppressing her emotions, she smiled sweetly and replied, "Sure, let's go, Zyth."

The rest of the day, Aengus spent considerable attention on her, though his purpose was far from romantic interest.

His goal was clear—to gather information about his wives' whereabouts. Once that was accomplished, he planned to leave this place and head toward the Degaro Family without hesitation.

That night, Aengus went to see Olivia again, hoping she had uncovered something. However, with her limited influence, all she could tell him was that Bella and Aria had been sent somewhere else—they weren't in this world, at least.

Disappointed, Aengus returned to his residence, the familiar pang of loneliness creeping in. His thoughts turned to Elita's secret background. As the granddaughter of a great professor at the Academy, she might hold a crucial lead, or at least her grandfather might.

The time he spent with Elita earlier wasn't for idle conversation or building trust—it was to study her closely. He observed her speech patterns, mannerisms, and personality, preparing to mimic her perfectly when the time came to take her form.

Aengus had no intention of waiting idly. He had a plan, and nothing would stop him from finding his wives.

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"Enter!"

Aengus suddenly shouted, watching the figure outside the door.

The old butler entered, hiding his shock.

"What is it?" Aengus asked coldly.

The butler came closer and nervously handed him a small metal box.

"Master, the Academy has gifted you these Space Law stones to continue with your comprehension. They have high hopes for you, Master."

Aengus took it as he muttered, "Is that so?"

Aengus opened it, finding ten Space Stones, light grey in color. They were small and low-grade, unlike the ones he had used previously. They were really inefficient for his needs.

Aengus suddenly grew curious about their origin. He had no idea about their source, even though he hailed from the Degaro Family.

Why was the matter so secretive?

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"Yes, Master. Is there anything else you need?"

"Do you perhaps know where these Law Stones are produced from?" Aengus asked.

The butler hesitated but replied, "Master, maybe you shouldn't know this yet. This involves war and conquest. People literally kill one another to obtain these stones. They are invaluable."

"Can you tell me or not? I am not a kid," Aengus said with impatience.

The butler hesitated, his aged eyes darting to the floor as if weighing the consequences of his words. He finally sighed, resigning himself to his young man's Curiosity.

"Very well, Master Zytherion. The Law Stones, as you may know, are crystallized fragments of Law energy. They are not something that can be mined like ordinary ore. These stones are formed in dead stars. They are usually very rare to encounter. That's why intense competition arises over exploring unconquered territories, where dead stars are most often found. If you want to become a great Seeker, a bloody path awaits you, Master. But don't worry too much; you have time to grow stronger. I believe, in the future, you can become a great Seeker and stand with the Academy when the time comes."

"I see... A blood-soaked path... Very well, you can leave," Aengus muttered after some contemplation. He knew the Academy was already trying to rope him in, and he had no interest in that.

The butler left, not knowing what was going on the young man's mind.

"I need Law Stones, but before that, I need to gather the Supreme Law Cores of Time and Gravity," Aengus thought to himself, his eyes glowing with cruel intent.

And a clone of his was already completing that task.