Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son-Chapter 50: Tomb of Moshel

"And as you can see in the hologram, the heart is the place where the sensitivity of mana is the most."

A man in his mid-thirties stood in front of the teacher's desk within the classroom, pointing at the heart of a human body made of hologram.

"As I stated earlier, mana and blood are closely related. It's your blood that mana gets attached to, flowing throughout your body, making it stronger and healthier, giving us a longer lifespan."

Running his hand through his light green hair, he continued, his green eyes scanning the students.

"You guys might have noticed it as well. Those who are at a higher Primeval rank always have somewhat youthful appearances."

"How does that even work?" Ashlyn, sitting beside me, raised her hand and asked, "I mean, for ranking up, what's the criteria for it?"

"It's simple: you feel it." He replied as he walked aimlessly in the class,

"Suppose you are in 2nd Primeval, and when you reach the peak of that rank, you will feel mana filling your body to the brim. But after you rank up and your body reaches the 3rd Primeval, you will once again notice your mana increasing."

"... Professor Julian, if it's that easy to rank up, then why don't I see commoners in higher ranks?" A student sitting at the front seat asked.

"That's where bloodline comes into play, boy," he replied with a light chuckle. "The higher and purer the bloodline is, the higher one ranks up."

"So, is there a ranking system for bloodlines?" Ethan, sitting at the front bench beside Oliver and Miley, asked.

"Excellent question," he replied before shaking his head. "There used to be one, but not anymore because it caused nearly the end of humanity."

"How?" One of the students asked.

"Well, it brought one of the darkest eras of humanity: the era of masters and slaves," he replied, his voice a little solemn. "Where humans with higher bloodlines were treated as masters and lower ones as slaves."

"How is that a bad thing?" Asked a chubby student at the front seat.

[Racist.]

'I can see that.'

"Rebels, death, betrayal, chaos, they were common things at that time, isn't that a bad thing?" Julian replied, glaring at him. "Had it not been for the savior Moshel sent by the Gods, humans would have perished because of their own stupidity."

"So, can we say all bloodlines have limits, right?" Oliver asked, acting like a good student.

'I swear one day both the simping brothers will go far too low to impress Miley,' I grumbled in my thoughts before focusing back on him.

"Yes, except for the forsaken families," he replied, nodding his head.

"Forsaken families?" One of the students asked.

"Yes, families that are forsaken by the Gods," he replied without explaining anything else.

No, he just doesn't want to talk about them.

[You know about them?]

'.... Arianell's mother is from one of those families.'

[You mean the empress. She is a princess, right?]

'No, I mean Arianell's mother, not the empress.'

"Anyway, there are things that we can't fully understand or explain, like why elves have long ears, why vampires like to drink blood, or why werewolves have stronger bodies? Things related to bloodlines also fall into this category."

Saying so, he strolled back towards the teacher's desk, letting the students have a break.

"But aren't those racial traits?" One of the students asked, raising her hand.

"Hmm? Then let me give you another example: ever heard of CHILD OF MANA?"

He asked, looking around and observing the faces of the students.

"When a child is born with such immense potential that the mana of the whole world resonates with the rhythm of their heart for a whole minute."

The whole class took a gasp of awe at his words, marveling that something like this could happen.

"But it has only happened eight times in all ages, with seven of them being from other races and the last one occurring fifteen years ago, most probably not a human as well."

With a chuckle, he added as he started to pack his things.

"Are humans even good at anything?" A student grumbled.

"Of course, we are. Look at the imperial family, for example," Jullian replied, looking at the students. "They are blessed by an archangel, blessed with being known as his child."

The whole class turned silent as Jullian's words sank in.

"....But it also comes with a solemn responsibility," he added, "to guard and protect the resting place of our savior Moshel from those who want to obtain his body."

'Someone whom the Gods buried themselves huh?'

[.....]

RINGGGG!!!!

"In the next class, we will talk about how one can use mana for attack and defense purposes."

Saying that, the professor walked out of the class.

[Azariah, fifteen years ago weren't you born—.]

'Nope, it isn't me.'

[Are you sure?]

'...Kinda, because I have someone in my mind who could be it; she is one of Christina's friends.'

[How many people is your fiancee friends with?]

'What can I say? She is way too charismatic to ignore.'

"That was tiring," I mumbled as I stretched my body.

"Yawn~"

I yawned, stretching my hands upwards.

"Ba-ba-ba-ab"

"Place your hand on your mouth when you are yawning."

Ashlyn placed her hand over my mouth, causing weird sounds to leave my mouth.

"Yeah, yeah," I replied as I stood up from my seat.

It's been five days since I started my training with Lauryn, and I can already see myself growing stronger.

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Name: Azariah Noah Aljanah [85], Inder Sephtis [15]

Age: 15

Rank: 2nd Primeval (99%)

Strength: 18

Reflex: 20

Intelligence: 38

Mental Strength: 25[45]

Charm: 17

(Average limit for 2nd Primeval is 20, while the maximum one could reach with the help of blessings or bloodline is 40)

Bloodline: Unawakened.

Blessing: Amun-Ra's Blessing.

???????: Niflh, Muspelh.

Passive Status: Runic body/Weakened/Stressed/ Sleep deprived.

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'Runic body is a fucking cheat.'

Not even a month has passed, and I am close to being at the average level of the first-year students.

'At the rate I am growing, I might be able to protect myself if Ashlyn died prematurely.'

I thought as I looked at the girl who was packing her things.

"Kyaa." She squealed softly as the backpack she was holding fell from her clumsy hands.

As she got down to pick up the bag and book, I took out my phone.

"Azariah, don't take photos," she asked, looking at me pleadingly.

"Oh, don't worry. I am not taking photos," I replied, smiling at her. "I am making a video."

With teary eyes, she looked at me, pouting her cheeks like a squirrel as I captured that in the video.

"Sweet," I mumbled with a grin as I looked back at my status screen.

"Hmm?"

After looking twice, only then did I notice one particular thing.

My charm, it's increasing way too fast.

'What's even the average for this?' I thought as I took a turn and walked towards Oliver.

"Hey Oliy," I called him as he looked back at me, "See—."

"Show," he interrupted, making me halt.

"Do you really want to see?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"Pfft—Already seen it," he replied with a muffled laugh, glancing between my legs.

"How was it?" I asked with a grin as his face darkened.

"What are you guys talking about?" Miley chimed in, looking at Oliver.

"Nothing. What were you asking?" He questioned, looking at me.

"Do you think I look more handsome than before?" I asked, running my fingers through my chin while clenching my jaw.

"Nah, you look ugly as shit," he replied, glaring at me.

"Be serious, fucker," I grumbled as Ashlyn arrived beside me.

"Ask when senior sister-in-law will come," he replied, waving his hand.

"Senior sister-in-law?" Ethan chimed in, looking at Oliver with curiosity.

"Christina," I replied, and his face immediately turned glum.

[Why does he always react that way?]

'Christina is his first crush. They used to meet in a park a few times, and she helped him when he was at his lowest.'

"Wait, then there should be a junior sister-in-law as well, right?" Ashlyn asked as she looked at me.

"There is. Her name is—."

"Don't say their name," I interjected, glaring at Oliver, "unless you want to lose your tongue."

"Their?" Ashlyn asked again, her curiosity increasing.

"Let's go," I said, ignoring her words as I turned towards the exit, "we have some weapons to select."

And experience some drama as well.