The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family-Chapter 348: Blue Fire on White Snow

Klaus's fingers tightened against Dudu's obsidian scales. The energy leaking from that rift felt disturbingly familiar. It wasn't the mana of Runiya. It was something else entirely — something he'd studied across lifetimes.

Tomas Veil's memories surged forward unbidden1. In that life, decades spent hunched over ancient texts in candlelit archives, tracing the patterns of rift appearances across continents. The scholarly obsession that had consumed him. The conclusion he'd reached moments before dying of old age, feverish and forgotten: Rifts weren't tears to other dimensions. They were bridges. Bridges between continents on the same world.

"Is it really true?" Klaus whispered to the wind. Below him, thousands of chitinous creatures scuttled across the pristine snow, their iridescent blue armor catching the weak northern sun. "Have they been doing this for centuries? Millennia? Why?"

A low rumble vibrated through Dudu's massive frame. The dragon's golden eyes narrowed at the invasion below, ancient instincts recognizing a threat to its territory. Through their Meister bond, Klaus felt the dragon's hunger for destruction, its eagerness to cleanse the land of these intruders.

"Let's deal with them, Dudu."

The dragon needed no further encouragement.

With a thunderous beat of its wings that sent shockwaves through the thin mountain air, Dudu folded his massive body and dove. The wind screamed past them as they plummeted toward the valley floor, Klaus pressed against the dragon's neck, white hair whipping like frozen flames behind him.

The creatures below sensed the approaching death. Their clicking intensified into a frenzied chorus as they turned their multi-faceted eyes upward. Several reared onto their hind legs, revealing forelimbs ending in scythe-like appendages that gleamed with unnatural sharpness.

Too late.

Dudu struck the earth like a black comet. The impact sent a visible shockwave rippling across the snow, knocking dozens of creatures off their feet. Before they could recover, the dragon unleashed his breath — a stream of darkness that devoured light itself. Where it touched the chitinous invaders, they didn't burn. They simply ceased to exist, dissolving into particles of obsidian dust that scattered on the wind.

Klaus launched himself from Dudu's back before the dragon even finished his attack. Mid-air, his ring flared with violet light as Greed materialized in his grip. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

{Finally!} The sword's voice rang in Klaus's mind, sharp with anticipation. {Been itching to cut something since Northwatch. These bugs look crunchy.}

"Focus," Klaus murmured, landing lightly on the bloodstained snow. A dozen creatures turned toward him, mandibles clicking in unison. Their compound eyes reflected his white-haired figure, tiny, perfect images of the predator about to end them.

Second Circle Magic: Ice Lance.

The spell formed instantly. A dozen crystalline spears erupted from the snow around him, impaling the nearest creatures through their armored carapaces. They shrieked — a high-pitched, grating sound that made Klaus's teeth ache — before dissolving into blue mana stones that clattered against the ice.

Ding!

[All Stats Increased by +3]

The notification appeared and vanished in an instant. Irrelevant. His Singularity nature compressed the gains to a mere 1 across the board. But the kill itself — that was satisfaction enough.

More creatures surged toward him, a tide of clicking limbs and gnashing mandibles. Klaus spun Greed in a fluid arc, channeling his arcane energy into the blade. The black sword flared with violet runes, its edge becoming impossibly sharp.

"Void Edge."

The first strike cut through three creatures at once. Their armored bodies parted like water, dissolving before they even hit the ground. Klaus moved without hesitation, each step calculated, each swing precise. Ice lances erupted beneath his feet, impaling creatures from below. Arcane barriers deflected scythe-limbs aimed at his throat. He fought with the casual efficiency of someone swatting flies.

Dudu dominated the other end of the valley, his massive tail sweeping through ranks of invaders like a scythe through wheat. Where the dragon walked, the snow turned black and brittle beneath his heatless flames.

They were making progress. The creatures were falling by the dozens, hundreds. Blue mana stones littered the battlefield like scattered sapphires.

But Klaus's mind remained on the rift itself. The familiar energy nagged at him. Tomas Veil's memories intertwined with his own understanding as Klaus Lionhart, the mage and the swordsman, seeing the same terrifying truth from different angles.

These weren't random invasions. This was systematic. Calculated. The timing, the location — it was too precise to be natural.

Another wave rushed him. Klaus planted his feet and raised Greed high.

Fifth Circle Magic: Glacial Prison.

The ground beneath the advancing horde flash-froze, jagged ice pillars erupting to impale and immobilize them. Klaus didn't wait for them to break free. He charged forward, sword blazing, cutting through frozen monsters and living ones alike.

Dudu roared in approval, the sound shaking snow from nearby peaks. The dragon took to the air again, circling above like a vulture waiting for wounded prey.

Klaus paused, breathing steady despite the carnage around him. The valley floor was littered with blue stones now, thousands of them glinting in the pale sunlight. But more creatures kept pouring from the rift. Endless. Tireless.

He wiped black ichor from his face, studying the rift more carefully. The chaotic blue light pulsed with a rhythm that tugged at memories buried deep within Tomas Veil's lifetime of research.

"This isn't just an invasion," Klaus muttered. "It's a test."

{A test?} Greed's voice held genuine curiosity for once. {What kind of lunatic tests by unleashing Grade 3 Class 5 monsters on an empty valley?}

Klaus didn't answer immediately. He watched the creatures' movements, their coordination. They weren't spreading randomly across the valley. They were forming patterns. Deliberate formations.

"They're mapping the terrain," he realized aloud. "Testing our defenses. This is reconnaissance."

As if triggered by his words, the rift pulsed violently. Its edges stretched wider, and from the tear emerged not more insectoid monsters, but something far larger. Something that walked upright. Something with too many eyes and weapons grafted to its limbs that gleamed with the same blue energy as the rift itself.

The figure stepped fully through the tear, its many eyes scanning the battlefield with chilling intelligence. When its gaze settled on Klaus, a voice echoed—not through sound, but directly into his mind.

*Aah, the Fateless one, Klaus Lionhart. The Singularity. We've been waiting for you to awaken.*

Klaus froze. The sword in his hand grew unnaturally cold.

{Klaus...} Greed's mental voice held none of its usual arrogance. Only warning. {That's not just some monster. That's a 'Messenger'.}

The figure raised one weaponized limb, pointing directly at Klaus. Blue energy gathered at its tip, humming with power that made the very air vibrate.

*The Harvest approaches. And you, little king, will feed the reaper.*

Behind the figure, the rift pulsed again — wider this time. Much wider. Large enough for something truly massive to step through.

Dudu landed beside Klaus with a ground-shaking thud, his golden eyes fixed on the new threat, wings flared in challenge. Through their bond, Klaus felt the dragon's rage, his protective fury.

But Klaus's mind was already racing through Tomas Veil's memories, searching for answers about these Messengers, about the Harvest, about why beings from another continent would know his name before he even knew theirs.

The blue energy at the Messenger's weapon tip reached critical intensity. A high-pitched whine filled the air, growing louder with each passing second.

*You cannot stop what has already begun.*

The valley went silent. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.

Klaus tightened his grip on Greed, ice forming along his free arm. Dudu lowered his head, darkness gathering in his throat.

The weapon fired.

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