Reincarnated as a Genius Mage

"Isn't this a sight." I speak, my tone dripping with pungent sarcasm.

A gathering of monsters.

I almost choke with laughter, but I swallow it and walk in.

The atmosphere is tense. The heat in the room is no joke. Even though there're windows present in the room, the cool breeze blowing in from them still do nothing to ease the heat.

As I walk, my two hands at the back of my waist, and my head held high..

"Halt." One of the men gathered in the room speaks up.

I pause immediately, not taking another step. I flick my head up, my gaze sweeping over them, studying them for the second time.

K's at the far end of the room, standing next to the window— looking outside, not even minding me or any other person present.

The other four S-ranks are sitting on a large, round couch that surrounds a wooden center table.

My eyes lock with the one that commanded me to halt. His eyes are pure white. No colors in them, and his hair is short, brown with streaks of white. His face is riddled with wrinkles and his expression is stern, almost hostile.

He's dressed in black pants, no shirt or anything else. Only a strap that wraps around his back and chest, holding his large shield at his back.

"You must be Gislow, the guildmaster." I speak with a casual tone. The smile underneath my mask never fades, and my eyes stay locked in with his.

"Who are you, boy?" He asks, his voice's low, calm, but somehow, it still feels threatening, even though his body's relaxed on the couch.

I reply, "you must have heard of me. I am Blank."

He nods, then takes his gaze off me, staring at the man at his left hand side. Spade. "Who is this guy, and why's he here, Spade?" He asks him, and again, his voice is low and calm.

Look at K. Standing there acting like he doesn't know me. He must be enjoying this scenario.

Spade replies, "Master, he's one of the five rising stars, the one they call the nightmare. And as for why he's here.." He raises his head, staring straight at me with those hollow black eyes of his. "I don't know what he's doing here."

Gislow hums, "five rising stars? Isn't he one of them?" He points his thumb to the man next to him on the couch; Jeriq, the blonde guy who's been smiling at me ever since I stepped into this room.

"Yes, Master. Jeriq is one of them. And he's here because of his master, Laran. I don't know why Blank, the C-rank who's been missing for five months suddenly appeared h–"

The air in front of me ripples and my robe flutters behind me as a tall figure stands in front of me, staring down at me with disdain etched deeply into his eyes.

His long white locs cascade over his shoulders as he folds his arms, and his lips are curled into a disagreeing grimace.

"I'll give you til the count of five. Get out." He speaks with a rough tone.

I stare at him calmly. Then I turn it on; my mana sight.

Immediately I turn it on, the threads of pure mana in the room becomes visible. And I can see everyone's scale.

The man standing in front of me has six cores filled with pure mana revolving around him, and just judging from the way his chest's rising and falling as he breathes with anger, the way his brows are furrowed, his long white locs, and that spear on the ground next to where he was sitting; he must be Laran, the S-rank spear man and Jeriq's master.

"one.." he counts. My wide smile never leaves my face.

"Two.." he continues.

"Three.."

"Four.."

"Five.. you're still standing here?" He asks in a low tone.

I reply, "I'm waiting to see what you'd do."

Immediately, the pure mana in the air thickens as the ones in his body seeps out, and forms an aura around him.

A massive pressure presses down on me, threatening to bind me to the ground with it's brutal weight.

"Laran!" Gislow yells, but this Laran guy doesn't listen. He's snapped. The veins on his forehead are bulged and his teeth gnashes in anger.

Is this it? The pressure of an S-rank? Well, he's just a six core spearman. He can't be compared to K.

My smile fades off as my eyes narrow— my calm gaze piercing deeper into his. My heart rumbles as my two circles spin, releasing mana around my pathway at great speed.

Now I release it; my killing intent.

Laran shakes a bit, then he gathers his composure, "you!" He yells, sending his right fist flying toward my face without warning.

I crouch, dragging my right fist back, coating it with air mana, and I punch his incoming fist.

As our fists collide, the force from my air mana, and that of the pure mana he wrapped around his fist collides, causing a minor shockwave in the room, and everyone's hair flutters.

As soon as my fist hits his, my hand flies backward from the recoil, and his hand does so too.

His eyes focus on his fist that collided with mine for a second, his face tinged with that sweet expression of shock. Then he looks up at me again, his face enlightened with a grosteque grin.

I grin under my mask, my eyes glowing a luminous red hue as my killing intent leaks out more and more.

Fiery Discord. Level One; Disfi—

"That's enough, kid." K rests his palm at the back of my shoulder.

I fall to my knees immediately as he tightens his grip on my shoulder.

Laran pauses, not taking another step as he stares at K.

"Tch," he clicks his tongue, then turns back to sit on the couch.

Gislow's eyes are on K, watching him calmly. K nods, and speaks, "pardon his misbehavior. This is my apprentice; his name is Blank."

Spade almost jumps as he mutters, "Apprentice?"

Gislow lazily flicks his wrists, signifying that I should take a seat amongst them.

"I'm not his apprentice." I speak up. My voice loud, echoing in the newly found silence.

K tightens his grip on my shoulder, but I turn my neck, facing him and giving him a wide, mischievous smile, and I turn back at Gislow, "We're partners. We made a deal." I speak.

K's grip loosens as he chuckles, "this kid.."

"It doesn't matter who you are to each other. All that matters is that K brought you here. Now sit. Let's continue our discussion, I've already sent a letter to the general. We're heading to the battlefield immediately after this meeting." Gislow speaks with a blunt but stern tone.

K frees my shoulder, and I stand up, rolling my shoulder as I walk toward the couch. I glance at Laran again before I sit. I open the under of my mask slightly to show him my smiling lips.

He gnashes his teeth, and struggles to reign in his anger as he clenches his fist tightly. Jeriq just keeps on holding and patting his back while giving me a small smile of approval.

I sit down.

Now I'm in the presence of all the five S-ranks.

Gislow has seven cores revolving around him.

Spade is an air mage, and has four green rings revolving around him.

I wonder how a mage is a warrior's disciple. As he's Gislow's disciple. But then again, I can't say anything because I'm the same as him.

Laran has six cores.

K has eight cores.

Jeriq, the B-rank has three cores.

That one that's never uttered a word and has been calmly observing everything from that angle. He's short. Really short if I say. He's dressed in an unusual black dress that covers his entire body, and even wraps his nose and mouth, leaving only his brown eyes and bald head.

He must be Terran. I've heard of him. The former rank one assassin of the now fallen assassin's guild.

He has six cores.

Then this one that's leaning beside me. Close. Too close.

"Say, Blank. That thing you did just now, do you mind showing it to me? I mean, using air mana like force? That's incredible! Can you enforce your body with it like a weapon user? What's this ring-like weapon on your back? How are you even using force if you're a mage? Do you use body assimilation techniques or breathing techniques? Oh oh, can you use your force on a sword? Why aren't you a swordsman? Don't you want to be a magic swordsman? Hmm, but I hear those guys only roam around the Nuncapor continent so it won't really benefit you here in Jalozi. Hey, how about I do an experiment on you? To find out how to use your force better? What do you say?"

This female voice has been muttering non-stop in my ear ever since the moment I sat down.

"Lali, that's enough." Gislow speaks, an attempt to calm this mad woman.

She acts like she didn't hear him, and continues, "honestly, my disciple is.."

"Lali!!" Gislow yells, "you aren't here as an alchemist! You're a mage for f**ks sake! Act like one!"

As he yells, she straightens her face and back, and she clicks her tongue, "you're so boring, Gislow. That's why you still aren't married at this age. I wonder, how are you gonna get kids huh? If.."

Oh my gosh, this is gonna be one hell of a war.

I let out a sigh as I sink into the couch.

She's a fifth circle water mage. The rings revolving around her are blue.

"I would appreciate if we get this over with quickly. I'm sure the general is already waiting for me." K speaks, and everyone goes quiet immediately. He's standing at the window side again.

"Ahem!" Gislow clears his throat, his voice drops to a low whisper as he says, "now, to organize our plan."