Reincarnated With The Degenerate System

One by one, the rest introduced themselves, and by the time everyone had finished, I had a rough idea of who I was dealing with.

Dorian was the leader, Reiva was the silver-haired woman with the daggers, Rune was the magic swordsman, Mira handled the bow, and Ren was the wind mage.

The rest? Well, let’s just say they were background characters who didn’t even deserve to be named.

They seemed like a fairly competent group, although after watching me erase the beast in a single attack, I suspected their opinion of their own strength had taken a big hit.

Not really my fault. It’s only natural that excellence like mine would destroy the ego of everyone around me. There was a saying about this. When you stand next to the sun, everyone else starts looking like a candle.

"By the way," I said, looking at Dorian. "Where exactly am I?"

The question earned me several confused looks.

Dorian glanced at the others before looking back at me.

"Where in the Black Continent?"

I frowned.

"The what?"

This time, they all stared.

I looked between them, genuinely unsure what I had said wrong. Dorian seemed to hesitate, but instead of questioning me, he simply answered.

"The Black Continent."

"Okay."

I waited.

He waited.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Could you be a little more specific?"

Dorian’s expression became even stranger.

He was probably wondering how someone as powerful as me could possibly not know something that was supposed to be common knowledge.

"This is the Black Continent. We’re currently in the eastern wilderness, several days away from the nearest settlement."

I stared at him.

That told me almost nothing.

"Right. And what exactly is the Black Continent?"

The silence that followed was even worse.

Mira’s mouth opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but Reiva stopped her with a quick glance.

Dorian seemed to be reconsidering every assumption he had made about me since we met.

Eventually, he decided to answer anyway.

"The Black Continent is one of the great realms."

"Realm?"

"Yes."

I waited for another explanation.

Thankfully, he understood the hint.

"It isn’t simply a continent in the usual sense. The Black Continent is an entire realm that exists separately from the other major realms. The ancient records say it was created by a God."

I stopped.

"A God created it?"

Dorian nodded.

"An ancient God. He’s already passed away."

I swallowed.

A realm created by a God who had already died.

That sounded... familiar.

Don’t tell me.

My mind immediately went back to the artificial world I created too.

But this place was different.

Much bigger, for one thing.

And it didn’t seem like whoever created it had taken shortcuts or relied on tricks like magic formations to imitate photosynthesis.

No, this place followed actual physical laws. That meant whoever created it was several levels above me in terms of understanding.

Whatever.

I was getting too far ahead of myself.

I had more immediate questions.

But instead of asking them one by one, I remembered the object Hexor gave me.

I reached into my clothes and pulled out the emblem.

Dorian’s face went pale.

Reiva’s hand moved to her daggers.

Rune’s entire body stiffened despite his injured leg, while Mira’s fingers instinctively moved toward the bow resting across her back.

I stared at them.

Then at the emblem.

Then back at them.

What the hell?

It was just an insignia.

A pretty impressive one, sure, but still just an insignia.

Dorian was the first to speak.

"Y... You’re part of the Supreme Sorcerer Faction?"

The words came out almost as a whisper.

Everyone else gasped.

I slowly lowered the emblem.

That reaction was... not what I had expected.

I imagined something more along the lines of awe. Maybe respect. Perhaps even excitement if Hexor was as important here as I assumed he was.

Instead, they looked terrified.

I couldn’t help staring at them.

Wasn’t Hexor a big deal here?

From everything he told me, he spent a ridiculous amount of time here gathering power before leaving to conquer other worlds. I assumed that if I showed his insignia, people would immediately understand that I was connected to the king of this world.

"We’re sorry."

Dorian suddenly bowed his head.

"Please forgive us for our earlier behavior."

Reiva lowered her head as well.

"We didn’t know who you were."

Rune quickly followed, and even Mira and Ren seemed to realize that they were expected to do the same.

This was getting stranger by the second.

"Why are you afraid?"

Nobody answered.

I looked at Dorian.

He remained silent.

"Did I ask something difficult?"

"We... shouldn’t speak about this."

That answer caught my attention.

I tilted my head. "Why not?"

Dorian’s jaw tightened. "We just shouldn’t."

’Interesting.’

I looked at the others, but their expressions weren’t much different. Reiva was avoiding my eyes. Rune seemed determined not to say anything at all. Mira looked uncomfortable, while Ren had gone completely quiet.

I sighed.

"Is he really that terrifying?"

The moment I said his name, their expressions changed again.

"All right. I don’t have time for this. Just tell me everything you know."

Dorian looked up. "Wait.

Before any of them could react, the space around us distorted and my Hold opened beneath their feet. They disappeared one after another, and I stepped through after them.

I wasn’t particularly proud of the method.

But I also wasn’t going to spend the jour playing twenty questions with five people who clearly knew something important and were too afraid to tell me.

There were faster ways to get answers.

And I had never been particularly patient when I already knew someone was hiding something from me.

Twenty minutes later, I finally understood the whole story.

I sat quietly, going over everything they told me.

The first thing I learned was that Hexor didn’t simply leave this place recently.

He had been gone for two thousand years.

"Two thousand years..."

He left this world to seek power in other worlds. At the time, his Supreme Sorcerer Faction was the strongest organizations in the entire realm.

Then he never came back.

At least, not as far as anyone here knew.

This led others to believe he already perished.

And two thousand years was a very long time for people to wait for someone.

His disciples eventually began arguing over who would take his place.

’It seems that wherever I go, greed is universal.’

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