Reincarnated as an Energy with a System

There were 5 men in front of him and 2 women behind them. They all wore nice clothes and appeared more or less refined. They also seemed powerful, with a few of them holding onto large bats.

Ning looked at them, realizing that his enemies had caught up to him.

“You are the one who is bringing down the name of us Spirit Detectives, aren’t you?” one of the men at the front.

“I would say I am elevating the name so more people understand what we do,” Ning said. “But I will let you think whatever you want either way.”

“You are creating a precedent for people to seek what we can offer for a cheaper price,” the man continued. “That is bringing down our name.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Ning said. “Did I miss some sort of rule where I have to put a proper price on what I do?”

Ning knew there was no such rule. The only rule there was from any Spirit Department was that you had to be registered to provide his services as a business.

As long as he had that badge, these people could do nothing to him. At least, nothing from a legal standpoint. Seeing the large wooden bats they carried, Ning understood they weren’t there to do anything legal at all.

“Are you all so angry with me earning money that you want to beat me up?” he asked. “If you do, you won’t work in this city any longer.”

“There are no customers for us to stay around here anyway,” one of the other men said out loud. The rest followed along with his words and the group began getting riled up.

Very soon, they were going to start hitting him.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” one of them asked.

“Actually, yes,” Ning said. He slowly pulled back his sleeve, revealing his fair wrist and limber fingers. He widened and wiggled his fingers. “See how I’m holding nothing, right?”

The people were confused. They looked at each other, wondering what was happening.

“What are you doing?” one of the women in the back asked.

“Magic,” Ning said. “Ever seen one?”

“Stop this nonsense,” the man at the front shouted.

“Not nonsense,” Ning said. “Magic. Misdirection.”

He clenched his empty palm and opened it to reveal a bronze coin that had appeared there out of nowhere. The group looked at it, not impressed.

“So what?” one of them asked.

“Oh,” Ning said. “You must think I have the power to hide things. I do not. This is my power.”

He pulled up his other fist, turning it into iron. That took the people aback. They looked at his other fist, now confused about how the coin had come there.

Ning closed his palm again and opened it to reveal that the coin was gone.

“How?” People began questioning.

There were a few people gathering by now, curious as to what was going on. Some of them saw what Ning had done and were cheering in delight.

“Do you wanna know how I did it?” Ning asked. “The answer is simple.”

He closed his fist and opened it to bring back the bronze coin. “Magic!” he said.

The people struggled to understand what was happening.

Ning looked at their eyes, seeing their interest in the coin. He smiled. “Now, for a much better trick, I’ll turn this one coin into 2.”

He flipped the coin slightly and caught it. He opened his palm and now there were two coins. He shook the coins in the open palm and right from in front of their eyes, one of them vanished.

The people gasped in surprise. No one understood how he was doing it.

“It increased the higher I throw the coin,” Ning said and flipped it and bit higher than last time. When he caught it and opened his hand, there were now 4 coins.

The gathered crowd cheered in surprise. The ones that had come to beat Ning up were now unable to just beat him up in broad daylight. It was a bit difficult.

Ning shook his palm and 3 of the coins disappeared, leaving just one behind. “Now, I’ll turn this bronze coin into 100 different coins,” he said.

He took the coin and tossed it up, far up. It rang in the air, spinning and falling. And then, it clanged onto the ground, hitting the hard cobblestone road and shooting off in a random direction.

The people looked at the place where the coin fell and were stunned.

“Where did he go?” the crowd asked.

The Spirit Detectives realized too late that Ning was gone. “Find him!” the man shouted. “Don’t let him go!”

But it was too late.

Ning had already activated his Talisman of Concealment to work with its full power, so he was hidden from everyone there, their eyes simply passing over him, never landing on him.

It was almost as if he was forever in their blind spot, never to be located. Unless he did something impossible to ignore, they would never find him.

Ning quietly walked back to the shedding where he finally let his concealment slowly fade away. He arrived inside the shedding to realize that his people had left just half an hour ago.

If he hurried, he would catch them on the road in just half an hour.

Ning took out a bronze coin and tossed it to the man who had kept his horse for him. “Thanks,” he said. “Take care.”

He jumped onto the horse, sitting tightly in the saddle, and kicked it lightly to get it to move. The few days of stay at Poras, however productive, had come to an end, and it was time to leave.

Ning felt his own energy bubbling inside of him and was happy with just how strong he was right now. And not to mention, the points he got were slowly adding up already, and it wouldn’t be long before he reached 100 total points.

With that thought, he left.

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