Greatest Conqueror Reincarnated in Another World

Chapter 2

Genghis Khan's considered the options before him. The Magia of the Shadow was intriguing, but it didn't align with his style of warfare. He was a man who rode at the head of his army, not one who hid in the shadows. The Magia of the Flame was also tempting, but it seemed too...predictable. His enemies would expect him to wield fire and flames, and they would prepare accordingly.

But the Magia of the Storm...that was a different matter altogether. He could see it now: his Mongol horde riding into battle amidst a blinding snowstorm, their enemies terrified and disoriented before the fight even began. The sheer spectacle of a magically conjured storm would strike fear into the hearts of his enemies, potentially leading to surrender without bloodshed.

He thought back to the challenges he had faced on the steppes, the sandstorms that had hindered his troops and the icy river passages that had threatened to trap them. With the Magia of the Storm, he could use wind to disperse the sandstorms, clear icy river passages with strategically placed lightning strikes, and create favorable weather conditions for his armies while hindering his opponents.

A slow smile spread across his face as he made his decision. "I will choose the Magia of the Storm," he said, his voice firm and resolute. The goddess nodded her head in approval, a small smile playing on her lips.

"An excellent choice, Temujin," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "The Magia of the Storm will serve you well in your future endeavors. But first, you must learn to control it..."

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The goddess's smile grew wider as she began to explain the intricacies of the Magia of the Storm. "You must understand, Temujin, that Magias are not something that can be wielded at full capacity from the start. They are like muscles that must be exercised and trained in order to grow stronger."

Genghis Khan's eyes narrowed slightly, his mind racing with the implications. "So, it will start weak?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment.

The goddess nodded. "Yes, just like every other person in that world who possesses a Magia. You will have to learn how to use it, how to control it, and how to harness its power. It will take time and practice, but I have no doubt that you will master it quickly."

Genghis Khan's expression turned thoughtful as he considered the goddess's words. He had always been a man of action, not one to shy away from a challenge. The idea of having to learn and grow into his newfound power was...intriguing.

"So, how do I learn to use it?" he asked, his eyes locked intently on the goddess.

The goddess's smile grew wider. "Ah, that is the best part. Once you are in that world, you will begin to learn how to use your Magia naturally. You will discover its strengths and weaknesses, and you will learn how to harness its power. It is a process that is unique to each individual, and one that I am sure you will find...enlightening."

Genghis Khan's mind racing with questions and doubts. But before he could ask any of them, the goddess continued. "But for now, let us focus on preparing you for your new life. There is much to learn, and little time to waste..."

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The goddess's eyes sparkled with an otherworldly intensity as she reached out and grasped Genghis Khan's wrist. "It is time for you to receive the Magia of the Storm," she said, her voice low and husky. "To do so, you must touch the rune that holds its power."

Genghis Khan's gaze followed the goddess's as she nodded towards a glowing symbol etched into the air before him. The rune pulsed with a vibrant blue light, its edges crackling with electricity. He could feel the power emanating from it, a raw energy that seemed to call to him.

The goddess's grip on his wrist tightened. "Touch the rune, Temujin," she urged. "Allow the Magia of the Storm to flow into you."

Genghis Khan's hand trembled slightly as he reached out to touch the glowing symbol. His fingers hesitated for a moment, as if sensing the magnitude of what he was about to do. Then, with a deep breath, he made contact with the rune.

A jolt of electricity shot through his body, making his muscles tense and his heart skip a beat. The blue light from the rune enveloped him, filling his vision with an intense, pulsating glow. Genghis Khan felt his body begin to vibrate, as if the very cells of his being were being rearranged to accommodate the influx of power.

The goddess's voice whispered in his ear, "Let the Magia flow into you, Temujin. Allow it to become a part of you."

Genghis Khan's eyes closed, his face contorted in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. His body began to glow with a soft, blue light, as if the Magia of the Storm was already beginning to take hold. The air around him seemed to charged with electricity, the hairs on his arms standing on end as the power of the Magia surged through him...

The goddess's expression turned solemn, as if she knew that Temujin had a multitude of questions swirling in his mind. But instead of answering them, she simply nodded and said, "It is time for you to begin your new life, Temujin. The process of reincarnation cannot be delayed any further."

Temujin's eyes widened in surprise, but before he could protest, the goddess raised her hand and touched his forehead. The Goddess Closed her eyes as she began to chant, A warm, golden light enveloped him, and he felt his consciousness begin to fade away.

As the goddess's warm, golden light enveloped him, Temujin's consciousness beginning to fade away. But even as his body was being rewritten, his mind remained sharp, his memories intact. He couldn't help but think about the goddess, and how he had manipulated her into rushing the reincarnation process.

Ah, goddess, I must apologize, Temujin thought, a wry smile spreading across his mental landscape. I knew you were eager to see me on my way, but I couldn't resist the opportunity to take advantage of your haste. Every time you use your powers, you close your eyes, just for a moment. And in that moment, I saw my chance.

As the goddess had begun her chant, Temujin had reached out with his mind, his spirit straining to connect with the other two runes that hung in the air. The Magia of Shadow and the Magia of Flame had called to him, their power singing in harmony with the Magia of the Storm that already coursed through his veins.

And then, in the instant the goddess had closed her eyes, Temujin had made his move. He had touched the other two runes, feeling their power surge into him like a tidal wave. The pain had been intense, a burning sensation that had threatened to consume him whole.

But Temujin had gritted his mental teeth, enduring the agony as the three Magia merged within him. And now, as he was reborn into the world, he felt the full weight of their power coursing through his tiny, newborn body.

The shock was too much to bear, and Temujin's newborn lungs let out a deafening wail as he emerged from the womb. His cry was a raw, anguished sound, a primal scream that echoed through the air as he struggled to come to terms with the sheer force of the three Magia within him...

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The newborn's cry echoed through the small, dimly lit chamber, a sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and blood, the aftermath of a long and arduous labor. A young woman, her face pale and exhausted, lay back on the bed, her eyes fixed on the tiny, squirming form that had just emerged from her body.

A midwife, her hands stained with blood and her face creased with concern, reached out to take the newborn from the woman's arms. "Let me take him, child," she said, her voice soft and soothing. "I'll clean him up and make sure he's healthy."

The young woman nodded, her eyes never leaving the newborn's face. She looked... haunted, as if she had seen something in the child's eyes that had shaken her to her core.

The midwife took the newborn and began to clean him, her hands moving with a practiced ease. As she worked, she couldn't help but notice the strange, almost... electric aura that seemed to surround the child. It was as if the very air around him was charged with energy, a feeling that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

The newborn's cry had begun to subside, replaced by a series of small, gasping breaths. His eyes, a deep, piercing blue, seemed to be taking in everything around him, drinking in the sights and sounds of the world with an unnerving intensity.

As the midwife finished cleaning the newborn, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. There was something about this child, something that didn't feel quite... right. She glanced up at the young woman, who was still watching the newborn with an unnerving intensity.

"Child," the midwife said, her voice low and serious. "I think we need to talk about this baby. There's something... unusual about him."

The young woman's eyes flickered up to meet the midwife's, a look of fear and uncertainty flashing across her face. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper...

The newborn's face was a picture of intense concentration, his tiny brow furrowed in a way that seemed almost... adult. His eyes, a deep, piercing blue, seemed to be taking in everything around him, drinking in the sights and sounds of the world with an unnerving intensity.

As the midwife gazed at him, she could have sworn she saw a flicker of thought cross his face, a fleeting expression of calculation and consideration. It was impossible, of course - newborns didn't think like that. They didn't think at all, not really. But still, the midwife couldn't shake the feeling that this child was different.

What's going on? Temujin thought to himself, his mind racing with confusion and disorientation. One moment, he was standing in a radiant realm, speaking with a goddess and choosing a Magia. The next, he was... this. A tiny, helpless creature, unable to even lift his own head.

He gazed up at the midwife, taking in her worn, lined face and her hands, stained with blood and fluid. Who was she? And what was this place? He looked around, taking in the small, dimly lit chamber and the young woman lying on the bed, her eyes fixed on him with a mixture of exhaustion and wonder.

The Magia, he thought, his mind reaching out for the power that had been given to him. Was it still there? Could he still feel it, coursing through his veins like a river of fire?

As he thought, he felt a tiny spark of electricity flicker to life within him, a small, tentative flame that seemed to dance and tremble in his chest. The Magia of the Storm, he thought, a sense of wonder and excitement rising up within him. It was still there. He could still feel it.

The midwife, watching the newborn's face, saw a sudden, fleeting smile cross his lips, a tiny, triumphant expression that seemed to say... I remember.

The midwife's eyes confused, her gaze fixed on the newborn's face. She had seen many babies in her years, but there was something about this one that didn't feel right. The way he seemed to be thinking, the way his eyes seemed to be taking in everything around him... it was unnerving.

The young woman, still lying on the bed, reached out a trembling hand and touched the newborn's face. "My baby," she whispered, her voice full of wonder and exhaustion.

The midwife watched, her expression softening slightly. She had seen many new mothers, but there was something about this one that tugged at her heart. Maybe it was the way she looked at the baby, with a mixture of love and fear in her eyes.

As the midwife watched, the newborn's face seemed to relax, his tiny brow unfurrowing as he gazed up at his mother. For a moment, the two of them just looked at each other, a sense of connection and understanding passing between them.

The midwife felt a pang of envy, a sense of longing that she quickly suppressed. She had never had children of her own, had never experienced the joy and terror of motherhood. But as she watched the young woman and her baby, she felt a sense of wonder and awe.

"What's going to happen to us?" the young woman asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The midwife hesitated, unsure of how to answer. She knew that the young woman's life would never be the same, that the arrival of this baby would change everything. But she also knew that the young woman was strong, that she would find a way to make it work.

As the midwife hesitated, the newborn's eyes seemed to flicker towards her, a tiny, piercing gaze that made her feel like he could see right through her. For a moment, the two of them just looked at each other, a sense of understanding and connection passing between them...

The midwife felt a shiver run down her spine as the newborn's gaze seemed to hold her in place. She tried to look away, but her eyes seemed stuck on the baby's face, unable to tear themselves away from the intensity of his stare.

"What's going on?" the young woman asked, her voice full of concern. "What's wrong?"

The midwife hesitated, unsure of how to answer. She didn't know what was going on, didn't know what was happening with this strange, intense baby. All she knew was that she felt a weird sense of both unease and calmness, a sense of wonder and awe that she couldn't shake.