"Very well. I'll get on it as soon as possible," Eduardo said, bowing his head respectfully. "Will that be all, Master Ethan?"
Ethan nodded, and Eduardo turned, moving towards the door. He pulled the handle, but before he left, Ethan's voice called out to him again. "Hold on, Eduardo…"
"Yes, Master Ethan?" Eduardo halted and turned.
It was as if these thoughts had just reoccurred to Ethan right now. Well, yeah, they actually just did. Then he said, "I believe I turned 18 last month…"
Eduardo nodded. "Yes, Master Ethan. You did."
"Good. I have one more task for you then," he said.
"What shall that be, Master Ethan?" Eduardo asked, ever ready to fulfill his duties.
Ethan then said, "I want you to reach out to the Board of Directors for Stark Industries. Tell them I have finally come of age and will be taking my place as CEO."
Eduardo's eyes widened again. This drastic change from Ethan only had more surprises in store for him. The butler's expression then turned to a smile. He just hoped that it would all be for the better.
"I will do just that, Master Ethan. But in the meantime, I suggest you get some sleep. Tomorrow starts a new week at the Academy, is it not?"
Ethan's eyes widened. "Oh fuck," he yelled inwardly. He had totally forgotten this body he lived in was a final year student of Belsorth Academy.
Ethan said, "Yes, yes," almost awkwardly at Eduardo, who then bade him goodnight. "Goodnight, Master Ethan," then left the room.
Ethan slumped onto his bed, yelling, "Fuckkk! I hate schools!"
But this wasn't like the regular classroom back home on Earth. This one taught people how to hone their skills based off their class type.
Ethan sighed. "Well, it's just one month left."
Which was the amount of time he had left before graduating out of Belsorth.
"And I really have to make use of this one month to understand these classes properly." Then Ethan remembered something and clicked his tongue in frustration. "Tch, there's still that stupid final year assessment starting tomorrow."
After a brief pause of trying to organize his thoughts, he simply just said to himself, "Well, I'll deal with tomorrow's problems when tomorrow gets here. But right now, I'm going to try and understand as much as I can of this body and these powers before going out there tomorrow."
And with that, he sat up from the bed, put on a plain shirt, and walked out of his room.
The movement out of his room led him onto a path that arrived in a basement underneath. He closed and locked the door that led into the basement, walked down until he reached the ground level, and put on the lights.
This place was a special training room within the house. On its walls were embedded magical orbs of some nature, whose function was to absorb the mana surge flowing out of any person who used this room.
One could train to their heart's content without his amount of magic energy flowing out of this room, due to the orbs that absorbed it directly.
The room also had noise canceling mechanism systems built in by a magi-engineer, which meant this place was the best place to simply go all out without worry about causing nuisance to those on the upper floors.
Up until now, only Eduardo used this place, and so for a moment, Ethan was unsure how to start.
Then he simply called out to his status window with his mind, having it show up in front of him.
Of all the classes, only two had a status to display: summoner and caster. Which meant that he had acquired no skill at all from any of the other classes.
His caster status was also very sad to look at. This was the original class of the Ethan before him, and the spells 'Fireball' and 'Lesser Heal' were the only spells former Ethan ever bothered to learn and master.
"Such close-minded twat," Ethan muttered, cursing out the body's former owner.
Although, based off the memories he had, the original Ethan had a B-level talent for the caster class.
You see, in this world, your talent level determined a few things. The first thing it determined was your mana capacity. Someone with a B-level talent had more mana capacity than any other person whose talent level was below theirs.
Talent level also determined your potential and capability to grow and learn.
A caster with B-level talent could easily learn and master Tier 1, Tier 2, and Tier 3 spells, and with a little effort, they would be able to learn and master a Tier 4 spell as well.
However, at Tier 5 was where their capabilities drew the line. It was as if their minds and bodies were naturally closed off to learning and understanding spells at Tier 5 and above.
And unless they called on the help of a weapon or artifact, or had a reawakening, they'd never be able to cast spells higher than what their talent levels could achieve.
But what confused Ethan now was whether Lord Reincarnation's tweaks were what directly buffed his caster class up from B to S, or if it was that he had unlocked his demon side.
He sighed and let the thought go. None of it mattered right now except that he had to definitively take advantage of his talent level buff starting tomorrow.
Fireball and Lesser Heal simply wasn't going to cut it.
Then he paid attention to his 'Summoner Status.' Thing is, his memories didn't have good knowledge of the summoner class and how they worked per se, except for that one time in first year when Mr. Jon handled their first lesson, "Preliminary Introduction To Classes."
It was a simple, brief overview of how classes worked and how your talent levels affected them.
A few days after that, the first years were then split into Class Groups and were taught by teachers of the same class as they.
"Hm… perhaps I should actually see what summon I have," he said to himself. But he didn't know the summon's name, which was a prerequisite to calling forth your summon.
"System, can you tell me what my summon's name is?"
[Albedo]
Ethan nodded and said, "Come, Albedo."
What followed immediately was a purple magic circle that formed on the ground before him, and afterwards, a glow of whitish-purple light that brought forth the summon.
In front of him was a 5ft5 female figure with dark blue hair, a pointy tail, and elf-like pointed ears.
She wore a revealing black leather bra top that exposed her curvaceous breasts, a choker around her neck, matching black leather shorts, and boots.
Ethan's eyes widened as he didn't see this part coming. Then a screen appeared before him.
[Name: Albedo]
[Title: Pretty Little Thief. Wicked Assassin. Seductress]
[Race: Demon]
[Classification: Villainess]
[Summon Class: Regular]
[Potential Rating: Knight]
[SKILLS:
-Short Distance Teleportation
-Stealth
-Charm]
[Passive Skill: Self-Will]
[Ultimate Skill: Killing Frenzy]
[Special Weapon: Pen Knife]
[Notable Limits:
-Albedo can only teleport within a 100m radius
-She cannot teleport with any object or thing more than twice her weight]
[Summon Background: Albedo was a prominent thief and assassin in the year x2000. The authorities of Gritnia eventually caught and sentenced her to death]
The summoned spirit placed her palm over her lip and said in a playful, mischievous tone, "Oh my, now who's this handsome fellow before me?"
[Albedo has activated her Charm Skill]
Ethan stared down at the short summon with this condescending look on his face. "Are you attempting to seduce me, Albedo?"
"Are you trying to resist me, darling?" Albedo said in that teasing tone and a sly grin on her face.
Ethan sighed and said flatly, "You can stop now. It's not working."
That immediately acted as a command which overrode her passive Self-Will, forcing Albedo to deactivate the Charm skill.
The moment it turned off, Albedo's seductive expression dropped like someone had flipped a switch. She rolled her eyes and folded her arms, looking genuinely annoyed.
"It's not fair that I'm called back to this world after all this while by a boring summoner."