Damn Reincarnation Chapter 2.1 (Eugene Lionhart)

Although Vermouth and “The Holy Sword” were always highlighted in paintings and fairy tales, within Eugene’s memory, the Holy Sword was not a good weapon as described in the story.

‘That sword is just a flashlight.’

Even if it was a lot of help on the Black Museoleum, that was just all. In the first place, the sword was meant to be a ceremonial sword just for its appearance, moreover, Vermouth did not really enjoy using it. He will sometimes use it to kill some ghost.

Master of All, Vermouth.

As the nickname says, Vermouth had mastered many weapons. He stored them in his subspace and took the appropriate weapon depending on the situation.

‘He was also a Genius in Magic.’

Hamel never bothered himself to master magic. 

“Even if I had learned it with determination, wouldn’t I just be like anyone else?”

Probably so, but he never thought he needed it at the time. When one kid mistook himself for being a genius… He became too arrogant to learn magic. 

Meeting with Vermouth had changed much of Hamel’s worldview. 

He was a genius who was good at everything. Little Hamel believed he was such a genius, but his illusion was shattered when he encountered the real genius. 

I’m not a genius. 

What about now?

Eugene looked down while clenching his fist tightly.

‘I have a memory of my past life. I will be stronger than I used to be.’

He was sure about that. However, Eugene did not want to be satisfied with that level. He was reincarnated. What’s the point of being on a similar level as in his previous life? He was reincarnated as a descendant of Vermouth.

Vermouth.

Eugene thought while pressing his hard arm.

‘I think I like your blood.’

How long till a child’s muscles start to grow? However, apart from the size of the muscles, his body was the best. Eugene had no choice but to admit the fact. 

It may not be too big, but it is a flexible body full of elasticity. 

He can’t think of it as a child’s body with a small muscle density. The same goes for bones. Even if he use his muscles to the limit, he will not get hurt, and also his wounds heals quickly.

‘I’ve always self-proclaimed myself as a genius, but…I couldn’t compare to you, Verrmouth. I can now understand how strong you were.’

The performance of the body is different. That fact brought joy and bitterness to Eugene. 

If only he had this body in his previous life… 

‘…that’s a nasty idea.’

Eugene shook his head to shake off his frustration. His self from his previous life is as far as it goes. Why did he have to regret his past life when he has reincarnated?

However, he could not shake off all his regrets. The only thing left for Hamel was a stupid nickname.

‘What about the others? ‘

The great Vermouth. He returned with this title while serving as a duke in his hometown, Kiel. He was praised as a hero to the end. The Kingdom of Kiel has made the death of Vermouth a state funeral and still commemorates the anniversary of Vermouth’s death. 

The Wise Senya. She was the youngest woman ever to be invited by the Magic Kingdom of Aroth. In Aroth, there are five towers. Now, two of the towers are headed by the disciples of Senya.

The faithful Anise. The helpless woman is called as a saint in Yuras, the Holy Empire. She taught him how to write scripture before.

The Brave Moron. Eugene couldn’t believe his track record. That stupid Moron built his own kingdom! He assembled refugees from the area where the Devil’s Army swept through, and he established a kingdom named it after himself? 

‘The last thing I couldn’t understand is this.’

Eugene crumpled his expression. 

‘They were all doing well before they died. But why are there still demons in the world?’ When this idea comes to his mind, his anger would always rise.

Hamel, from his previous life, wandered around Helmund with his colleagues. He led armies sent from each country and killed three of the five demon kings. 

On the way to the Fourth Demon, Mausung.

The Fool Hamel died there.