The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family-Chapter 342: The Singularity and the Toddler’s Might

The low, steady rumble of the sleeping Night Dragon instantly ceased to be the dominant sound. In the space between Klaus's whispered command and the dragon's next deep breath, the Arkadius System responded. It was a projection only he could perceive, yet it possessed a cold, crystalline reality that seemed to cut the sunlit garden in two.

The initial view that materialized before him, shimmering with the characteristic faint blue light of celestial data, was his own existential summary. It was a terrifyingly accurate ledger of the walking paradox he had become.

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~~**Status Window**~~

- Flying Speed: 3000

- Stamina: 3000

- Energy: 5000

- Perception: 5000

- Arcane Flames: 5000

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Klaus felt a familiar, sharp intellectual surprise, one that briefly broke his transcendent calm.

"What the—" he almost choked on the breath he pulled in. The sheer magnitude of the numbers was an obscene display of raw power, a concentration of energy that surpassed most legendary heroes of the continent.

"And you are telling me he is just a toddler?" Klaus muttered, staring at the Stage: Toddler designation. If Dudu possessed the physical might of a hundred elite soldiers combined, and a perception that bordered on prophetic, all while being developmentally equivalent to a human three-year-old, what kind of horrifying, reality-breaking monster would he be in adulthood? The thought was truly terrifying.

His analytical gaze then swept across the Unique Abilities field. His eyebrows arched further as he registered the new additions: Red Zone and Void Thinker. Dudu was inheriting the abilities Klaus gained from the Ten Eyes Mantra. The shared mana pool and the deep metaphysical link forged by the Meister Bond were not just financial lines of credit; they were conduits for conceptual power. Klaus's ability to analyze and comprehend was being grafted onto his contracted beast, transforming the black dragon into a celestial-level sensor and conceptual thinker, even as a toddler.

His attention then settled on Dudu's Trait: Meister Bond, a term that mirrored his own Dark Dragon Meister title. He looked at the mark on his own forearm—the familiar tattoo in the stylized shape of a dragon's head, the symbol of the highest form of contract known in the old world.

"Meister," Klaus repeated, the word tasting ancient and profound on his tongue. He knew the legends, whispered in hushed tones by scholars of the bygone eras: Meisters were beings of overwhelming, world-breaking capability. A single one was rumored to be enough to eradicate an entire kingdom. He possessed the title and the bond, but the practical methodology—the specific application of Meister Power—was locked away.

Klaus closed his eyes, activating his five open eyes internally. He pushed his consciousness to the ultimate limit, engaging Void Thinker. The world outside instantly slowed to a near-standstill. Time became a thick, glacial current, allowing his mind to process information at a rate measured in nanoseconds.

He plunged into the labyrinth of his own past: hundreds of different life memories, the accumulated knowledge of the former Archmage and the Celestial King's fake persona, all laid out like files in a cosmic library. He sped through the vast archives of celestial knowledge, looking for the specific sub-category of the Meister State, the activation protocols, the core tenants of that power.

The whole process—the conceptual review of countless lifetimes—took, at most, ten seconds in the normal world's perception, a lifetime for his focused mind.

He pulled back, the world snapping back to full speed, the roar of the resting dragon's breath returning to his ears.

"Nothing, hm."

Despite all the celestial knowledge, all he recalled about Meisters were the legends: beings of impossible power, who could shape reality through pure will. The technical manual, the user guide about meisters, was still missing.

But he was not without leads.

Kazimir.

Kazimir Raikra, the youngest son of the Beast Emperor, was also known to be a Meister—a rare existence outside of the ancient Bloodlines. The Beast Emperor, his maternal grandfather, would possess the greatest living knowledge of the Beast Arts, which shared deep, intertwined roots with the dark secrets of the Meister bond. The Emperor had trained Kazimir. He would know.

Klaus looked up toward the far south, toward the wild lands of the continent where the Raikra Empire resided. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

'I guess I have one more reason to meet you, Grandfather.' He had already been ordered to travel first to the Ice Palace in the far North, and then to the Raikra Empire in the South as part of his mission. But now, that southward journey carried something beyond politics—an added, personal purpose, a necessity tied to unlocking the next, terrifying layer of his own power.