Transmigration Into The Beginning After The End

Chapter 8 -Anomaly-

 CHAPTER 8 -ANOMALY-

Rinia's colored eyes didn't seem to be lying, instead she was telling the truth. Aside from that, I am stupid to think that the seer elf would lie about anything, rather than lying she would instead leave me puzzled as to why she would not fully tell me things.

"There is a single person who keeps appearing in my visions. However, only that person's shadow is only visible along with two features that apply to you at this moment." Her voice trailed off into something that I couldn't understand but to wait for her to continue. Noticing her usual appearance, the brown robe that seemed to be used for tens if not hundreds of times without being taken out for some other robe, made me realize that everything in the novel was less detailed.

The prince on the other hand was standing switching between me and the elf like some extreme drama from earth. But after standing for some time, he decided to call upon the guard who had conjured the earthen chair earlier for Rinia.

"The red crimson eyes that stare back at me when my visions conspire give me the shivers and sometimes even get me from sleeping a day or two." And once again she trails off.

Rinia didn't want to go into detail, and of course I respect that normally but this is about me and her deviant visions. And something tells me that this is not a good sign coming from a future that I can possibly change.

In other instances, that could possibly mean that I can't change the future with Arthur's life or other important characters' futures for the better. Naturally I felt a sense of doubt and depression towards this sort of thoughts.

Not helping those who have helped me during my time on earth was depressing. It was like not helping my parents who have sacrificed so much for me and I was a billionaire, using the money I had to support them for the rest of their time.

Were my hands tied because of my sudden appearance to this world?

Will I actually just be able to watch when I could have the power to help others in need?

Is being on the sidelines the best thing I could do for the rest of my life here in Dicathen?

The mana around me began to move, shifting towards aura and instant spells which I didn't recognize at the moment but later on. Wind moved and formed like a tornado but smaller yet had the same strength as one. Fire turned into magma the moment it touched the ground, Rinia and Mordain had astonished looks and expressions on their faces but I couldn't care less. Earth shook the ground with the gravity deviant and with many pieces of boulders and walls formed in seconds. Water combined with the wind affinity and created the lighting from earlier. Ice was next to come along with sound and mist.

This.

This was the first time I felt this many feelings and emotions at once. Being overwhelmed with them that the one I noticed the most was anger of the anomaly that I had become in this world.

Having these emotions fueled up by my strangeness made me feel something different than when Mordain acted up. If something or someone showed me an ounce of hostility right now, I would strive to kill them. Not for the fun or meaning to it but rather for my vent of emotions.

No, scratch that.

I would fight all six Lances right here, right now and still find a way to beat them.

Yet, depriving myself from future strong allies would be a waste right now.

Onto the main topic, then there must be a reason why I was brought here. My reincarnation. My soul, spirit, knowledge. What was the main reason for me to be here if I can't change history the way it is supposed to be?