Infinite Mana Exorcist

It was morning once more, and a new day had dawned upon the entire kingdom.

It had been just two years since their birth.

Asher, now a two-year-old child, had more delicate freedom than when he had been a mere infant. To be precise, it was a fragile kind of freedom, one he knew could shatter at any moment.

Both he and his sister were now allowed to move around the castle at will, granting them the opportunity to explore. However, there wasn't much to see—just endless corridors of stone, towering pillars, and guards stationed like unwavering titans.

The guards were clad in metal armor, though it was not overly bulky. For some reason, they had their hands constantly brushing against the hilts of their swords in a slow, deliberate motion. It was an awkward movement.

Upon closer inspection, Asher realized that these weren't ordinary blades. They were high-grade weapons, exuding a faint magical aura, their hilts adorned with ancient engravings that hinted at their formidable nature.

After observing several other guards and finding the same eerie pattern, Asher decided to leave that section of the castle.

Today, however, he had wandered into a rather troublesome vicinity.

The training grounds.

The reason this was troublesome was simple—the risk of getting caught. If that happened, his fragile freedom would be revoked, or worse. He had no idea what disobedience meant in this world, and he wasn't eager to find out.

From the very first glance, even someone from Earth would notice the stark difference in these people. Their voices carried a hoarse, worn-out quality, as though they had only just recovered from screaming for days. Others barely spoke at all, never slacking off in their duties.

A strict discipline governed this place.

If the ruler treated his subordinates with such severity, what would his own punishment be if caught?

He had no answer.

But the sight before him made the risk worthwhile.

Guards sparred relentlessly, one after another, each battle fiercer than the last.

Asher watched in awe.

They're incredible…

Their movements were almost inhuman. Their speed, their endurance—it was insane.

He absorbed every detail, every stance, every technique. His gamer sense allowed him to break down the fighting styles without fail. The problem wasn't the style itself.

It was the weaponry.

Wielding weapons with such mastery as a human seemed almost impossible.

A question lingered in his mind.

Why would I ever need to become this strong?

In every life, all that truly mattered was money. With the right price, everything could be bought.

But it didn't take long for that notion to be shattered.

The sparring matches slowly came to an end, and the exhausted guards, now stripped to nothing but their trousers, sat down, drenched in sweat.

The sun blazed high above, its unbearable heat forcing every man in the courtyard to sweat profusely.

Since Asher wasn't supposed to be there, he quickly tucked himself behind several barrels to hide his presence.

One of the guards let out a frustrated groan.

"Man, I'm so tired. This training—it's too intense."

"Tell me about it," another guard replied.

"The queen keeps preparing for war endlessly, against either the other races or the other kingdoms! It's like she's lost her mind since her husband's last predicament… the one she created for herself back in Halvarok."

Wait… did he just say Halvarok?

A splitting headache struck Asher's mind.

A searing pain enveloped his entire being, forcing him to stagger back until his body collided with a barrel.

His tiny hands clutched at his head, shaking violently as if trying to force the pain away.

It felt like something was clawing its way out from deep within his skull, a foreign sensation rising from his throat up to the center of his head.

For several agonizing moments, the torment continued.

Then, just as suddenly as it had come, the pain faded. It was as if it had never existed.

And then…

"Ding!"

[Welcome back, Yuka... Asher.]

[System reboot successful.]

[All memories locked by the Administrator have now been unlocked.]

Not gradually, but all at once, his memories came flooding back.

Another headache surged, though not as intense as the first.

It took time to recover, but when he did, his eyes were filled with nothing but worry and questions.

What happened to me?

Why were most of my memories from Earth stolen?

He still couldn't recall much. It was all jumbled, fractured pieces that refused to fit together.

His gaze shifted toward the group of guards—not to listen to their conversation, but to observe their uniforms.

A symbol stood out on their armor.

A reaper with a dark hat and a flowing black cloak.

Recognition sparked in his mind. The name of the kingdom. The subtle clues that had been placed before him all along.

His surname.

A realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.

Could it be… that we are inside a video game?

Not just any game… but The Deity Game?

Did I just get reincarnated into a video game?!

[Congratulations, you are the first to recover your memories.]

[Great Gamer! Would you like to see your rewards?]