The Life I Refuse to Waste

‘Yeah... probably.’

Zeldryn didn't think about it any further.

Most likely, a servant had passed by and taken the dirty dishes he'd left in front of the door.

He opened the bedroom door.

CREAK.

Then stepped inside.

“...”

A room that felt so unfamiliar...

Yet at the same time, was starting to feel a little less unfamiliar.

He had only been living here for a little over a day.

Yet who knew how many things had already happened inside this room.

Zeldryn closed the door and walked toward the table.

Several sheets of his notes were still there.

He pulled out the chair and sat down.

“Hmm...”

Zeldryn picked up his writing tool.

‘It's time to reorganize my plans.’

He had already written down several things he wanted to do in his new life.

But now, the situation was very different.

He knew much more about this world.

He knew about Zorin's birthday party.

He knew he had the potential to become a Manholer.

He had even begun to understand a little about the Mana Hole.

And most importantly...

He only had about 24 days before he had to go to his father's birthday party.

Zeldryn stared at the blank sheet in front of him.

‘As for the rumor about Hera...’

His hand stopped for a moment.

“...”

He still hadn't found a truly good way to resolve it.

Hera had already clarified what happened.

The servants still didn't completely believe her.

If Zeldryn himself tried to explain it, it might look like he was forcing Hera to say those things.

‘For now, I'll leave it alone.’

There was no point forcing himself to solve the problem if every action he took had the potential to make things worse.

Zeldryn looked back at the paper.

‘What should I prioritize besides becoming a Manholer?’

Mana was obviously important.

Extremely important.

But he couldn't spend all of his time training mana.

Zeldryn slowly tapped his finger against the table.

Tok.

Tok.

Tok.

Then...

!!??

‘My body.’

He immediately looked at both of his arms.

Zeldryn's current body was only twelve years old.

It was still growing.

Bones.

Muscles.

Stamina.

All of them still had plenty of room to develop.

‘Right.’

‘I need to build this body too.’

Reka had never possessed a body worth bragging about in the modern world.

Skinny.

Not muscular.

And exercise had never been something he seriously committed himself to.

But now...

He had been given a new body.

He was even starting over from the age of twelve.

If there was ever a perfect time to start building his physical condition...

It was now.

Zeldryn immediately wrote on the paper.

Build My Body

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He stared at the words for a few moments.

‘Starting tomorrow.’

The morning would be used for exercise.

Building stamina.

Building physical strength.

And gradually developing muscle.

Then...

From afternoon until evening.

Zeldryn added the next section.

Mana Training

He would use that time to understand his Mana Hole.

Practice controlling mana.

And if Kera was willing to teach him...

Make as much use of that irritating man as possible.

‘Then at night...’

Zeldryn thought for a moment.

He wrote again.

Learn About the World

Language.

Writing.

Information about the Giorry family.

The structure of the nobility.

Territories.

Money.

And all the other things he still didn't know.

Especially this world's writing system.

He couldn't rely on Hera forever to read every letter that came to him.

Zeldryn looked over the entire plan.

‘Morning for my body.’

‘Afternoon until evening for mana.’

‘Night for learning about the world.’

It didn't have to go perfectly every single day.

Circumstances could change.

Something might interfere with his plans.

But at the very least...

He now had a clear direction.

Zeldryn began writing again.

But his hand had barely moved when...

TOK.

TOK.

TOK.

A knocking sound came from the door.

Zeldryn stopped writing.

Then a familiar voice came from outside.

“Lord Zeldryn, it's me, Hera.”

“I've brought your evening meal.”

Zeldryn put down his writing tool.

“Come in.”

CREAK.

The door slowly opened.

Hera entered while carrying a tray of food with both hands.

She walked toward Zeldryn.

“Where should I put this, Lord?”

Zeldryn glanced at the table, which was once again covered in his notes.

“Just put it on the bed.”

“Like this morning.”

“Yes, Lord.”

Hera walked toward the bed and carefully placed the tray down.

But after she finished...

She didn't immediately leave.

“...”

Zeldryn noticed.

“Hmm?”

Hera stood with both hands in front of her body.

Then slightly lowered her head.

“My apologies, Lord.”

Zeldryn frowned.

“For what?”

Hera looked slightly awkward.

“I didn't expect the servants not to believe what I told them about what happened last night.”

“...”

Zeldryn immediately knew where this conversation was going.

Hera continued,

“In the end, it only caused the false rumors about you to continue spreading.”

Zeldryn simply listened.

“But earlier...”

Hera raised her head slightly.

“I tried explaining it again to several of the servants.”

!!??

Zeldryn froze.

‘Huh?’

Hera continued without knowing what was going through Zeldryn's head.

“I also asked them to believe that Lord Zeldryn truly didn't do anything to me.”

“...”

‘Oh my God.’

Zeldryn could feel his head becoming heavy again.

‘Hera explained it again?’

And she hadn't merely explained it.

She had even asked them to believe her.

‘Doesn't that make it sound even more suspicious?!’

Zeldryn no longer had any idea how the servants would interpret that.

Maybe it worked.

Maybe some of them finally believed her.

But with the old Zeldryn's reputation...

They might also think Hera had been ordered even more forcefully to defend him.

‘Why the hell is this getting even more complicated?’

Hera then said,

“If there are still rumors about you tomorrow...”

She slightly lowered her head.

“Please tell me again.”

“I'll try explaining it to them once more.”

“...”

Zeldryn stared at Hera.

‘Don't.’

‘Please don't explain it again.’

But he didn't say it.

At this point, he didn't even know which option was worse.

Before Zeldryn could think of an answer...

Hera suddenly seemed to remember something.

“Ah... Lord Zeldryn.”

Zeldryn, who was massaging his forehead, looked at Hera again.

“What now?”

Hera looked slightly hesitant.

“Didn't you order me yesterday to bring you food three times a day?”

Zeldryn immediately remembered.

“Yeah.”

Morning.

Afternoon.

And evening.

That was indeed what he had asked for.

Hera lowered her head slightly.

“Actually, I intended to bring your lunch earlier today.”

“But when I was about to bring it...”

Hera paused for a moment.

“I remembered that you were with Sir Kera.”

Zeldryn listened.

“And I didn't know where Lord Zeldryn had gone with Sir Kera.”

Hera looked slightly guilty.

“So in the end, I wasn't able to bring you lunch.”

“...”

Zeldryn immediately understood what she meant.

Of course Hera couldn't bring him food if he wasn't even in the mansion.

Especially since he and Kera had gone quite far into the forest.

Zeldryn let out a small sigh.

“Forget about it.”

Hera raised her gaze.

“You don't need to worry about it.”

Zeldryn waved his hand slightly.

“Tomorrow, just do it like usual.”

“If I'm at the mansion, bring it three times a day like I told you.”

Hera nodded.

“Yes, Lord.”

“And you can leave now.”

“Yes.”

Hera bowed slightly.

Zeldryn looked back at his notes.

But his mind was no longer on them.

‘Good grief...’

‘What a headache.’

Only a few minutes ago, he'd decided to leave the rumor problem alone for the time being.

And now Hera had gone and clarified it again.

‘I don't even know whether that helped or made everything worse.’

Zeldryn massaged his forehead.

‘Whatever.’

‘I'll think about it tomorrow.’

He had already thought too much today.

The Mana Hole alone had almost made his head explode.

There was no need to add servant gossip to the list tonight.

Meanwhile, Hera had already walked toward the door.

“Very well, Lord. I'll take my leave.”

Zeldryn only nodded.

But just as Hera was about to close the door...

!!??

Zeldryn noticed something.

The room had become much darker.

The orange light that had previously entered through the window was growing dimmer.

The sun had almost completely set.

And...

There was no other source of light in the room.

“...”

‘Huh?’

Zeldryn looked around.

None of the candles were lit.

“Hera, wait.”

Hera, who was about to leave, immediately stopped.

She turned back around.

“Yes, Lord?”

Zeldryn gestured toward the room.

“The servants didn't light the candles?”

Hera looked around as well.

“It's getting darker.”

Only then did Hera seem to notice.

“...!”

“My apologies, Lord.”

She hurriedly bowed slightly.

“I'll light the candles.”

After saying that, Hera immediately hurried out.

Zeldryn didn't even have time to respond.

“...”

‘That was fast.’

A few moments later...

The sound of footsteps came from the corridor again.

Hera entered carrying candles.

She began lighting several candles throughout the room.

One by one.

Yellowish light slowly filled the room.

The shadows of the table, chair, and various objects stretched across the floor and walls.

After she finished...

Hera looked at Zeldryn.

“It's done, Lord.”

“I'll take my leave now.”

Zeldryn nodded.

“Yeah.”

Hera finally left the room.

CREAK.

The door closed.

And once again...

Zeldryn was alone.

“...”

He looked around.

Even with several candles burning...

The lighting still felt completely different from the modern world.

Several corners of the room remained dark.

The shadows cast by the objects were also clearly visible.

The light flickered slightly whenever the candle flames moved.

Zeldryn leaned back slightly in his chair.

‘It's pretty dark.’

He unconsciously remembered the lights from the modern world.

Just press a switch.

The entire room lights up.

No fire needed.

No need to replace candles.

No need to worry about the flame being blown out by the wind.

Then Zeldryn remembered mana.

Particles that filled nearly this entire world.

Energy that could even be used to create explosions.

“...”

His eyes slowly narrowed with curiosity.

‘If mana can do something like that...’

Zeldryn looked at the candle flame on the table.

‘Could mana also be used to produce light?’

A small smile began appearing on his face.

“Ah...”

Zeldryn rested his chin on one hand.

“When will I be able to create something like a lamp?”

His thoughts immediately began wandering further.

“If mana can produce light...”

Then another possibility appeared.

Something extremely familiar to Reka.

Zeldryn raised his head slightly.

“Or maybe...”

His eyes remained fixed on the candlelight.

“Electricity?”

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