He assessed his almost healed body condition, the position of the guards and people within the wall, the distance between himself and the wall.
Paying attention to these details, he smiled as he heard his heart pump.
"In one swift movement."
From where he stood, he positioned himself, tensed his legs and looked forward.
The next moment, he was on the move.
And he moved pretty fast.
The grass field wasn't an even land, but he had already foreseen where he would place each step.
In almost a minute, he had already crossed the grass field and reached the wall that towered 20 meters.
Believing this abnormally strong body could do it, he crouched slightly then jumped.
The moment he took to the air, he thought, 'I can make it!'
…But he didn't.
Not being able to reach the top of the wall, gravity did its thing, but his determination was solid.
He wasn't going to spend his night outside this town wall.
His body moved on its own with his arms trying to look for a part of the wall to hold.
In the midst of this attempt, he stabbed his delicate looking fingers into the wall before he could fall completely.
Unfortunately the wall was even sturdier than usual and he couldn't fix himself properly.
He was glad he still got this opportunity though.
Without much thinking, he gritted his teeth as he shot himself up the remaining length of the wall.
Now above the wall, in mid-air, he saw the top of the walls that were designed with various standing spikes that seemed to hold supernatural effects.
Thankfully, his legs were small and he could sense some spikes that were weaker than others, and positioned himself between them.
Instantly, he leaped again and landed in an alley within the confines of the walls.
After instantly looking around, he found some barrels he hid behind.
Within 3 minutes, he was successful.
Under the darkness of this alley, he sighed with relief as he rested his back on the wall.
"Ah… that was tense… I'm tired…"
He wanted to sleep and let off steam a bit, but he wanted to get things done first.
Looking at his slightly bruised finger tips, he said with a weak smile.
"Well… I have to admit, this body is actually pretty strong. And it's only a body that's 14 years! I wonder how it'll be when it actually grows."
When he inhabited the body, he naturally was aware of the age of the body.
Sighing once more, he stood up and decided on what to do next.
He wanted to do something about this white shirt that was painted with blood and dirt, and also wash away his skin.
In the worst scenario he was found, it's best if he just looked like a homeless child that was abandoned recently.
Based on his guess, it was close to 10pm and at this side of this town, there were very less people compared to other regions.
He could tell based on the lights alone.
For this reason, he was able to walk on the streets without needing much cover. He just needed to hide his small body when he spotted people.
He wandered around for a few minutes, picked up a piece of thrown cloth while he did, and then he found a well.
It was placed in an open spot amongst some houses, but he waited for when there was barely anyone around to go fetch.
Using a bucket he saw nearby, he carried the water he fetched to a dark corner between houses and sat there.
All this was done as quietly as possible.
Taking off his clothes, he muttered.
"As time passes, I wonder if that so-called God intentionally was actually being serious about making things easy! What happened to me possessing the body of the rich?!"
After removing his cloth, he noticed the light on his arms had gone and so had his scars and injuries. His arms looked good as new.
It was the same situation for his other body parts too.
The only injuries he still had was the previously deep one at his side, and the recently injured finger tips that didn't have the white light.
"I'm guessing those white lights were a perk of the rebirth process," he said as he set his cloth aside.
Next, he washed his body with water before washing the piece of red cloth he picked up, then the white cloth he took off.
After hanging the wet clothes on somewhere he found suitable, he let the water drip off the clothes as he paid attention to the illusory screen that was still present.
The illusory screen was what he believed was the blessing God gave him.
Name: - Nil
Race: Demonoid
Rune Gift: - Judge of Lost Souls
⤷ Gift Skills: [I See You]
Inherent Skills: [Spectral Healing]
Secondary Skills: [Echo of God], [Mana Sense]
Looking at the name, he was slightly amused, "I have no name… Because I'm re-starting life and I'm yet to be named? I guess that should be right? I should come up with a name…"
"Next is eh…" His face squeezed as he read what his race was, "Demon…noid?"
Since there was nothing to use as a mirror in this darkness, he reflexively rose his arms and touched his entire body in search of oddities.
Even though he couldn't find any, he couldn't deny what he read.
"What the hell is a Demonoid?!"
Then a new screen appeared.
[Demonoid: After a human evolves through impure ways, they habituate monster qualities and become a type of Majin called a Demonoid.]
"Damn God… what did he do to me…" He aggressively scratched his hair to cope, and sighed.
"I guess that's what I am now, I have to accept it. I don't think there's any disadvantage aside from the fact I may be an outcast if I'm discovered."
He then chuckled.
"Heh, this explains the strength of this body! Hmmm, that's alright. Let's move to the next."
He was interested in the next because he identified them as skills. This was going to influence his way forward.
When putting his abilities to consideration, his plans were going to change. An example was his ability to sense energy that had helped him enter the town.
"A Rune Gift…" He muttered as memories of going through the plane of stars crossed his mind.
He could recall when the stone had entered him and made him complete. He knew this was the strongest thing he had in his arsenal.
But he was disappointed to see the explanation of his Gift.
[Judge of Lost Souls: You have control over the souls you've deemed Lost.]
After palming his face, he laughed bitterly. "How do I even deem a soul Lost? Tell me that!"
He wanted to complain further, but he reserved his comments regarding the Gift until he tested it out.
Next was his skill that was born from his Gift.
[I See You: You can see Soul Bodies. The level at which you can see depends on you.]
"Hmmm…" A thought popped up in his mind. "All those blue beings I saw, are they because of this thing?"
He was certain the answer was yes.
"I really need to test this and the Gift. I'm sure it's not a normal ability. The faster I do that, the earlier I can get stronger."
In that instant, he tried to come up with some scenarios where he could test these abilities.
It all came down to the forest.
"I'm only going back there when I'm prepared… Now, the rest of my skills…"
[Spectral Healing: Improves healing of your spirit body.]
[Echo of God(Dormant): A dormant ability within you. This imprint gives you a false identity.]
[Mana Sense: Increases how you perceive mana.]
"How wonderful…" He said. "Maybe spectral healing is something that may even work, but the hell is the Echo of God! Its description doesn't even make sense! Tsk tsk."
Willing the screens to disappear, he muttered, "Y'know what? Let's forget this! I have something else I wanna try out."
This was related to his skill Mana Sense and the energy that he identified to be mana.
Every being he has met had a concentration of energy within them, and so did he – all in varying sizes.
If the fiction he had watched and read taught him anything, it was that this concentration of energy were their reserves of mana.
A core.
Furthermore, although it varied depending on the person, everyone also had trails of the atmosphere energy slowly entering their core.
He wasn't certain of the effects of this. This was part of something he wanted to confirm.
He sat cross-legged in the corner he was, closed his eyes and entered a meditative state.
This was an attempt to heighten his concentration on his mana sense.
The energy in the atmosphere slowly became more evident to him.
Most of the mana in the air had a whitish color and the rest of the mana were either red, blue, green or brown.
Some of the atmosphere's mana with white and blue color slowly formed a trail that entered into his body.
He shifted his concentration to his body.