Mushoku Tensei: A Life Not Meant for Me.

Roya opened his status panel.

A translucent screen floated in front of his eyes, displaying:

[Character: Roya Greyrat]

 [Age: 2][Strength: G]

[Agility: G]

[Stamina: G]

[Intelligence: D]

[Talents: Immaculate Body (Phase I), Fool (Phase I), Greed]

[Skills: Intermediate Magic Knowledge, Swordsmanship (Untrained)]

[Evaluation: You possess extraordinary potential for growth, but right now, apart from your magic, you're good for nothing.]

Roya then tapped open the World Capture interface. A small line of text appeared before him:

[Temporal-Spatial Energy: 50/100 (World Capture Unavailable)]

This was the system's most crucial function, World Capture. According to the system's explanation, it could extract a fragment of his soul and smuggle it into another world, like a stowaway.

If, in that world, he completed key tasks or brought about significant changes to its timeline, the system would begin draining the world's Source Energy, which would then be fed back into the system itself. If the mission was a success, the next world could be unlocked rapidly.

Within the Main God System, its minions were rewarded with a currency known as "Points" and 'Exchange Privileges".

But for Roya, he had a unique perk, he could reclaim his own soul, and based on his achievements in that world, choose certain powers or traits from that version of himself to bring back.

The exact operation remained unclear to him, as he had yet to activate his first World Capture.

Temporal-Spatial Energy would gradually regenerate on its own, but unbearably slowly.

Even after two whole years, he had yet to accumulate a full hundred.

In this world, magic encompassed healing spells, offensive spells, and summoning spells. The hierarchy of power was:

Beginner → Intermediate → Advanced → Saint → King → Emperor → God.

Magic could be cast either via chanting or through magic circles. When offensive spells reached a certain caliber, one could earn prestigious titles like Saint-Level Magician or Emperor-Level Magician.

As for swordsmanship, there were three mainstream styles: Sword God Style, Water God Style, and North God Style.

The founders of these schools were respectfully referred to by appending "God" to the style's name.

These disciplines also followed the same rank hierarchy:

Beginner → Intermediate → Advanced → Saint → King → Emperor → God.

While Roya possessed overwhelming magical talent, he was still limited to intermediate magic due to the lack of advanced books.

Magic, after all, was an extraordinary force, highly flexible and versatile. By channeling mana from within the body and guiding it through chants, it could be transformed into a multitude of powers.

It could become wind, fire, water, or earth... or even sacred energy used for healing.

Mana was the origin of all magic, like the engine that powers a car.

And Roya's talent? Not even the word "genius" could describe how unthinkable it was.

Photographic memory. Near-instant comprehension.

He learned to walk at two months old, started forming basic words at four months, and by six months, was already reading magic tomes by himself, much to Lilia's stunned horror and Paul and Zenith's delighted disbelief.

In short, Roya was a terrifyingly gifted learner.

Yet for all his brilliance, his young, delicate face always seemed expressionless.

It wasn't that he lacked emotion, in fact, his inner monologue was rich and dramatic, but somehow, his face always wore a detached, aloof look.

Even when he was genuinely happy and trying to smile, what appeared on his lips was a cold, sarcastic smirk.

At one point, Paul and Zenith were convinced they'd done something to offend him.

It wasn't until they spent enough time with him that they finally understood,That was just how Roya smiled when he was happy.

It wasn't a sneer, it was his version of joy.

His golden hair and golden eyes paired with a cold, expressionless boyish face,Lethally charming.

Although Roya never went out of his way to hide himself, he had shown signs of maturity from an early age. He handled many things on his own. Yet, the ever-oblivious Paul and Zenith never once doubted their son's nature.

On the contrary, they often felt smug about the remarkable talent their child displayed.

Roya, in turn, never gave those two airheads anything to worry about. At this stage, his focus was mainly on training his mana capacity.

The routine was simple: release magic, drain his mana completely, and in doing so, expand the body's capacity ever so slightly.

What surprised even him was how immense his mana reserves were.

When he first started learning magic, despite being a complete novice, it took several intermediate-level spells just to squeeze his reserves dry.

As his internal "mana container" grew, it eventually reached the point where intermediate spells were no longer enough to exhaust him.

So he started experimenting on his own.

And now, he was attempting something... different.

He had given it a name: Magic Sword.

Everyone's mana possessed its own distinct quality and nature. The amount of mana required to cast a spell would differ depending on that inherent nature.

In short—not all mana was created equal. Some were simply stronger in quality.

That's when Roya noticed something odd, His mana had unusually high quality.

Unnaturally so.

Normally, mana couldn't manifest on its own. It existed only as fuel, an invisible medium used to trigger magic.

But Roya's mana defied that rule.

His mana could manifest directly into physical form, And not just that, it carried immense destructive power and adaptability.

Of course, this came at a price.

Using raw mana in that way significantly boosted damage output, but also greatly increased consumption.

The Magic Sword was a spell he developed based on that very principle.

Roya flipped his wrist.

A dagger, jet-black and gleaming, appeared in his pale, delicate hand.

It was entirely forged from his own shadowy mana, dark patterns flickering faintly across its surface.Its destructive power was nothing short of terrifying.

By the standards of this world's magical classification, a fully formed Magic Sword could rival King-tier spells in raw damage.

The higher the tier of magic, the more time and conditions it required. Longer chants. More specific environments. And the caster had to prepare accordingly.

While someone like Rudeus could perform instant casts, that was only possible with lower-tier magic. Higher-level spells still required the full-length incantations and setup time.

Environment played a big role as well.

But the Magic Sword was different.

It was instant.

As long as one had the mana to support it, It could, in theory, obliterate an entire town in the blink of an eye.

Not damage it. Not destroy it.

Erase it. Into nothingness.

Pure, unrestrained destruction.

Roya toyed with the blade for a while. After about an hour of testing, he finally drained his mana reserves completely.

His mental strength kept him from passing out. He simply yawned lazily, feeling a touch drained.

With a sigh, he headed toward the door.

In the living room, Lilia, the well-endowed maid, was doing her chores.

Paul had been sticking close to Zenith lately.

Zenith hadn't been in the best shape recently, anyone could see that she was probably about to have another baby soon.

And with a household this large, relying on Lilia alone to keep everything clean was clearly becoming a burden.

....

 Chapter 4 Ended...

(Chapter 5 will be published soon, stay tuned).