Reincarnation Of A Swordsman: The Omni Mage

[Mana Absorption Completion: 99.02%]

Kyle smiled as he watched the number after returning home, knowing what it meant.

The egg—his egg—was almost ready. All he could do now was wait, and the anticipation made him restless especially after the brilliant display he watched today.

This had been weeks in the making, and now the culmination of all his efforts, all those drops of blood, was nearly upon him.

Kyle shuddered at the memory of the 60th drop. That had been the moment everything changed.

When he dropped his blood for the 60th time, the egg absorbed it as it always did, its surface glowing faintly as the liquid vanished into it.

He had been used to the subtle gleam that followed each feeding of blood, but this time, the glow intensified, filling the entire room.

He could practically hear his heart beat in his chest as the light grew blinding.

After a long while of glowing light, strange pressure filled the air, heavy and suffocating, like something vast and ancient was awakening in the shadows.

And then, the room fell into an eerie darkness and silence.

The silence had been worse than the light.

It was as if an ominous presence had descended, draping the room in a weight so thick that Kyle could barely breathe.

He stood frozen, his hand still hovering above the egg.

The air seemed to vibrate with a sense of foreboding, a feeling that something—or someone—was watching him.

He had felt the cold feeling of fear creeping up his spine, his instincts screaming at him to run, to get away from whatever was happening.

But he couldn't move. He could only stand there, his heart pounding as the oppressive presence settled over him.

That experience... He couldn't forget.

Now, as Kyle stared at the message floating in front of him, he couldn't help but shiver at the memory.

It had been days since that happened, but the sense of dread still lingered in the back of his mind.

The egg hadn't shown any signs of activity since then, just the steady increase in mana absorption.

But now it was at 99.02%, Kyle had a feeling that something was about to happen. Soon.

Rumble!

He could hear the growling of his stomach, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since his last in the morning.

He glanced at the time and then at the egg. He something could happen anytime, but it hadn't happened yet.

"There should be enough time to grab a single meal," Kyle muttered, though it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself.

Kyle checked his credit balance as he grabbed a coat, and couldn't help but smile after seeing the familiar screen.

[Credits: 3018]

The Rune Making supplies and Sword he had bought recently might have eaten into his finds alot.

But the amount he had left was enough to make his former self jealous.

Kyle quickly made his way to the academy's cafeteria, quickly ordering a takeaway meal to eat back in his room.

His fingers tapped impatiently against the counter as he waited, he couldn't afford to miss the egg's hatching.

As soon as the package was handed to him, he hurried back to his room, practically sprinting as he went. When he entered his room, breathless, he stopped in his tracks.

'I'm right of time.'

Cracks were spreading across the egg's shell, faint lines of light trying to escape through the fractures as the egg kept shaking ever so slightly.

His breath caught in his throat, and a familiar weight settled in the air—the same ominous presence he had felt before.

Only this time, it was stronger. More intense. Kyle's body boiled and his instincts screamed in danger, but he just couldn't look away.

The room grew colder as the presence thickened. His vision blurred for a moment, and then, without warning, the temperature dropped further as something began to materialize above the egg.

It wasn't just a feeling anymore—it was real.

'W— what is this?'

A shape appeared, hazy at first but it grew clearer by the passing seconds. It was ethereal, and looked like a ghost, its form towered over the egg.

The figure resembled... a... a...

"Dragon?!"

Majestic and terrifying all at once, with glowing eyes that seemed to pierce through Kyle's very soul.

Kyle's knees almost buckled under the weight of its gaze. The presence was overwhelming, both real and unreal, like standing at the edge of a dream that could swallow him whole.

Then it spoke.

The voice wasn't loud, but it echoed through the room, filling every corner. It was deep, ancient, and most prominently, filled with sorrow.

"To whoever possesses this egg..."

The words seemed pre-recorded, as though this spirit had spoken this before. It continued, its voice trembling with emotion.

"The creature within this egg... is my dear child. The last of our race. I beg of you... whoever you are... protect it."

Kyle could feel the weight of the dragon's plea. The spirit's voice cracked, as if it was on the verge of tears.

Its ethereal form flickered, growing fainter with every passing second.

"Please... do what I could not... protect it..."

And with that, the presence dissipated, vanishing like mist in the wind.

The room's temperature slowly returned to normal, but the tension in the air lingered.

Kyle stood there, mouth dry, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

He felt like opening his mouth to ask something—anything—but the spirit was already gone.

The room was still again, save for the egg, which continued to crack.

He used his hands to clean his eyes to make sure what he was seeing was real.

'This isn't a dream,' Kyle thought after confirming the reality of the events.

His heart was still pounding in his chest. The aura in the room had calmed, but it wasn't entirely gone.

This one came from him. He felt this sense of anticipation, awaiting what would come out from the egg.

Obviously, it would be a dragon... But Kyle was still shocked, he didn't know how common dragons were.

But in Yurigur, they didn't exist... It was more of a myth than a reality, and now that myth was about to belong to him.

And then, with one final shudder, the egg burst open.

From the fragments of the shell, a small creature emerged—a dragon.

Its tiny form was covered in shimmering scales, a deep black color that seemed to absorb all forms of light, with streaks of silver running along its back.

Its wings, though small, looked powerful, and its eyes—brilliant, glowing golden eyes—met Kyle's the moment it was free.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. The dragon blinked, its eyes glowing and standing out the dim light of the room.

This was it. This was the creature the spirit had pleaded for him to protect. The last of its race.

This was his new pet, it would be his companion. And now, it was his responsibility.

[Congratulations on obtaining pet: OmniDrakkon!]

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'Hmm...' Kyle thought for a long while.

He remembered what he felt during the dragon's descent, then a thought came upon his mind.

"I shall call it… VOID!"