Dorian had officially unlocked his attributes. He switched places with the dummy. The dummy was now standing in the doorway, whereas he had been standing in the training grounds.
Dorian had developed the ability to switch places instinctively.
He confirmed that there was no change in his body. Upon gaining some understanding of this, Dorian attempted several other actions. He understood that he could 'switch' places, but not directly teleport, and it was an indirect action. He had to snap his fingers to teleport.
He attempted to switch places with several rubble in the training grounds. Dorian looked at the other dummies in the training.
He snapped his fingers. He instantly switched places with one of the dummies. It was in an instant; it was not that he phased through space. The dummy's position was as it was before.
Dorian attempted to teleport again right after teleporting again, but he couldn't teleport again. He again attempted to do so, but now he switched places with a dummy.
'Obviously, there is a cooldown. It seems the cool-down is 5 seconds. I can't teleport without snapping my fingers. How could I teleport again and again? If I could do so, not a single creature in this world could hurt me. It seems the cooldown is about 5 seconds. That is a lengthy time. It seems the range is about 200 meters. That's insane.'
Dorian put aside his abilities; he had already checked his body. The body is just the physical aspect that represents itself in the physical world. But there is more to a living being than a body.
There is a soul.
He checked his soul. He had learned to do so, just as he had learned his attribute.
His soul's colour was red in color.
Through all the books that he read, he knew that this was the first stage as an Ascender. The next colours were orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet. The Ascenders were referred to as Ranks based on their soul colour. Dorian had officially become a Rank 1 Ascender.
Dorian played with his abilities for a short while and finally returned to the mansion with a smile.
As Dorian entered the mansion, he saw his father. Besides his father, there were two figures.
They were his sister and mother.
"Ah, Dorian, I'm so sorry I missed your 18th birthday. We were stuck because of the goblins. I feel so guilty that I was not able to come to your test. I hope that you can forgive your mother. I'm so proud of you, my son."
Dorian's mother came close and hugged him gently. She had tears on her face. These tears were due to the happiness she felt for her son.
'This reminds me of my first life'
"Don't worry, Mom. I have become an Ascender, it's a happy occasion"
While his mother showed her deep love for her son, Dorian's younger sister, Misty, was completely indifferent. She had a grimace face and her hands were pointing towards Dorian.
"Good job, idiot."
Dorian's mother scolded his sister: "Hey Misty, say kinder words to your brother."
Dorian smiled. Even though he did not have any of his old body's memories, he understood the personalities and the emotions of the people, his body had stored as a mark. He could tell that his sister did, in fact, care, but was showing a face.
In the dining room.
The ambience was lively; instead of just his father and him, two joyous faces accompanied him to share meals. They laughed and cheered. The food tasted better while the light shone brighter.
"Father and mother, I want to share something."
"What is it, Dorian?"
"I've officially unlocked my attribute"
His father and mother, and his sister's eyes were open with excitement.
His father asked calmly, "What is your attribute?"
Dorian chuckled: "It is better to show than explain."
Dorian walked up from his seat with a fork in his hands.
He placed the fork in the farther end of the room, and he placed himself towards the other end.
He snapped his fingers. The snapping noise reverberated through the dining room. Dorian had now switched places with the fork. He bowed down, put one of his hands in his chest and the other towards his backside.
"Thank you"
"That is an excellent attribute, Dorian. It seems like you could become a fighter for the kingdom. Your attribute suits combat"
His mother had a sad expression.
"Oh Dorian..."
"Mother, you do not need to worry. My attribute has a wide application; combat is just one of the options"
No mother wants their child to be hurt. His mother hoped that Dorian would receive something more towards an artisan or technical attribute. She hoped that her son would not be driven towards violence. It was something she hoped, but she didn't discourage.
"Stupid attribute from my stupid brother with his stupid snaps, haha"
Dorian laughed sinisterly: "Don't forget, Misty, I have your artefact, hidden"
"Yes, brother, you received a good attribute"
The entire family burst into laughter. Dorian discussed his experience of first using the attribute and its limitations.
"Ok, this is for today, mother and father. I'll head out to my study room to read books for the entrance and gain an understanding of my abilities. Please don't disturb me"
Dorian exited the dining room and quietly headed straight towards the study room. He was expressionless.
He closed the door and then opened the cabinet, which was locked with a key. Dorian opened the cabinet and grabbed a book, and brought it out.
[Title: Sleep is just death being shy]
He grabbed the book and walked towards the end of the study room. There in a bookshelf with an empty book slot. He placed the book he brought.
The sound that followed was of a door opening. The bookshelf towards the back bent into a door. Dorian pushed, and the door opened. It led into a small room.
The room had yellow bricks, an artefact which lightened the entire room, and the most noticeable features were the walls.
Inside the room, several pictures were hanging. These were pictures of Dorian, who had killed himself. Pictures of him in his old school, pictures with his family and several red circles all over. The red thread danced around the wall.
'Dorian. I, Blaine, from another world, have stolen your family from you, but I won't let them cry.
I might have stolen your identity, but I won't tarnish it.
I might have come here from another world, but I've brought a gift from my mine.
I might have stolen your name, but I will bring wrath to the fuckers who stole your precious life.'
The gift I've brought is JUSTICE.'