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Chapter 12

I was shocked when was I reincarnated as an ogre.

An ogre face was suddenly right in front of me. I even punched it.

But the person I punched just laughed.

It took a while for me to realize it was my father.

During that time, I also came to understand things about myself.

As I was born as an ogre, I thought that I must have an amazingly powerful body. But I was wrong.

From a young age, my body was weak and sickly.

I found out the reason very quickly.

For some reason, my body wasn’t taking in enough mana.

As I was so weak, it felt like my family gave up on me.

I was ignored when in the house, and no one ever expected anything from me.

I would die if I didn’t do anything.

I had thirty years of experience from my past life and knowledge from a few years in the Demon World. And that was enough to make me come to the decisions that my body wouldn’t last long here.

I was like a human who was malnourished.

But I didn’t want to die. So in order to survive, I had to do something.

Taking in more mana would solve my problems, but it was there that I made a mistake.

In the Demon World, there were places where the mana was denser.

Upon hearing this, I stepped foot into a place that was full of miasma.

These were places where the mana had hardened and changed. I had sunk to the ground like sediment.

Even if we were residents of the Demon World, such highly concentrated mana was poison to the body.

And so such places were usually avoided by everyone. However, that part seemed to have escaped me at the time.

And so at four or five years old, I stepped foot into that dangerous place.

The results were clear.

Without having gone that far, I became ‘miasma sick,’ which caused me to become dizzy until I lost consciousness. I would have died had I stayed there for half a day.

But coincidences were surprising things.

Someone just happened to find me while I was unconscious, and they pulled me away.

When I woke up, there was a face looking down at me. And I couldn’t help but punch it.

It would have been easy enough to dodge.

I don’t know why I said what I did after that.

“Why is a human here?”

I had muttered.

The person in front of me didn’t have horns like an ogre or fangs like a vampire.

It was just a normal human face.

“Why do you know about humans?”

It was true.

There were no humans in the Demon World. Not a single one.

It was known that there was a place called the Human World, but no one had ever gone there. And no one had ever come from it either.

Not even if you went back hundreds of years. No one had ever actually seen a human.

“Uhh…”

As I tried to think of a reply, the human laughed a little and said, ‘it’s fine.’

The human appeared to be in his late thirties.

He had the kind of handsome face that would have made him popular if he was an actor.

“You…really are strange. You have two?”

“What…? No, more importantly, are you the one who saved me?”

I remember being in the miasma area and losing my sense of direction.

I didn’t know what happened after that. But we were now in a normal place.

“Yes. You fainted. So I brought you here.”

“Thank you. I probably would be dead if I had stayed there.”

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    “Hmm. Yes, the way you talk is strange for an ogre. It’s probably because you have two as well.”

    “Uh…two of what?”

    “I can see two types of Orbs of Control.”

    He said. But apparently, he didn’t mean there were actually two Orbs of Control inside of me. He said two types. Hmm.

    An outward one and an inward one. Something that looked the same but was different existed inside of me.

    It still made no sense.

    “I’m not able to store much mana inside of me. Is that related to this?”

    “I don’t know. It’s the vessel that stores the mana, so the size of it should be related. You can increase the size of a vessel, but that also happens naturally as you age. There’s no need to get frantic.”

    You’re still young… That’s what he said.

    However, when comparing myself to other ogres, I wasn’t confident that I could survive.

    When he saw how serious my expression was, he gave me a troubled look.

    And then as if making a decision, he said in a quiet voice, ‘there is a secret way.’ And then he taught me how to increase the size of the vessel.

    It was something I could do because of the two types.

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    (It’s the basis of surface tension.)

    The two types of vessels are filled to the brim with mana.

    And yet, he said to move some of the mana over to the other vessel.

    How could you do that if they were full?

    If you move just a little bit of mana, the vessel would have that much less. However, it would return after you ate.

    That’s how little it was.

    How about the one that has more?

    It would expand just a little so that the mana wouldn’t spill out.

    I continued to do this over 10 years and slowly expanded the vessels.

    “Listen. Don’t go back into the miasma area again. You can’t take in mana that has changed. And it’s bad for you.”

    “I know. Thank you… I’m Golan. What’s your name?”

    I asked him when he was about to leave.

    He chuckled and then said in a quiet voice. ‘I’m Yamato.’

    (…That was the name of the Lesser High King.)

    The one who had disappeared thousands of years ago. The only Lesser High King in the Demon World.

    As his name still remained on the Tablet of Control, it was assumed that he must be alive somewhere.

    And this man had the same name.

    (…Oh, this is not the time to be thinking about such things. Are you ready?)

    I asked my body.

    My heart beat loudly in reply.

    Yamato told me that there were two types of vessels inside of me.

    I had expanded them a little every day.

    This was because I was able to be conscious of them after he told me how.

    At the same time, I felt discomfort about it. An inward vessel?

    It was just a theory.

    The outward vessel was me…maybe it was for the memories I had of living in Japan.

    As I was originally a human, the vessel was small.

    In other words, as it was a human vessel, I wasn’t able to take in enough mana that ogres required in order to become strong.

    So, what was this inward vessel then?

    Perhaps it was the vessel that this body was supposed to have originally.

    Many questions came to me as I started to think about the two types.

    And that was the theory I had come up with.

    Recently, I’ve begun to think it was the truth.

    “Come on, buddy.”

    There was no answer. Instead, something welled up inside of me.
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