Reincarnated With Zero Aptitude For Magic

Chapter 19: Messed up situation

The mystery behind Marget's gaze was pretty misgiving for Arion who just discerned her true identity by observing her actions and behavior. He's sure they met each other and it's unmistakably interconnected with his primal deductions.

"Marget... tell me who you really are." Arion couldn't even look at his face while he's pushing her shoulders against the wall. They were currently inside Adriel's room locked up so no one could hear nor eavesdrop on their conversation.

"What are you implying?" Marget denied. She had a stern-serious face brimming with vanity.

"Don't joke around!" He raised his voice against her. "There's no way you can fool me... Azrael! Grim Reaper of the Underworld."

The prodigy himself would never mistake someone who he met once in his life even if it's after death. A peer where a single eye-to-eye contact could be lethal, the horror of demise flashing right before his eyes were imprinted within his irises.

Seconds later, Marget began laughing hysterically like a madman. This means Arion just cracked it and he was right on the money about his deductions.

"What is this? Why send me in this world when I don't have magic or–" He was surprised when Marget pulled him closer and threw him on the bed. She went and rode on top of him while she's holding both his arms restricting his movements.

"Such a good little boy we have here." She seductively insinuated her index finger on her lips. "You already figured out despite me taking the trouble of incarnating in this form?" She gradually moved her body closer to him diminishing the space gap in between.

"Give me some space! Don't freaking touch me you're rotting bones in an isolated library!" Arion kind of insulted Marget based on when she was still the Grim Reaper when they first met. He couldn't even determine what to call her at this point.

"You're right Arion, I am Azrael, Grim Reaper of the Underworld." She has the resonating voice of a cute lady and a gruff voice intertwining as one. It echoes from within and beyond the abyss.

Understanding the incarnation of Grim Reaper while thinking over her gender, even a genius such as himself is scratching his head in confusion. When he does this inclination, he tends to recreate the possibility within a simulated sandbox and make it true regardless of the fact. In short, his head right now is messed up.

"Wait, so you're Marget, and Azrael at the same time?" Arion ended up questioning her.

She's still not letting go of her hold. "As I said... forget that Azrael existed. This female flesh in front of you is my true form now. I am a deity that has no form nor concept of gender. I am merely an image created by your playful mind."

"It doesn't make no sense!" He exclaimed.

"By the way, in this world, I am the Goddess of the Sun and Moon, Solaris. As I said, even if you remembered I am once the Grim Reaper of the Underworld, just FORGET it all. This new me will is what you'll embrace." No matter what she says nor what form it is, Arion couldn't argue that her gaze was truly a masterpiece. He was shivering down to his spine, a cold piercing death once again was imprinted in his eyes.

"Yes." That was the meager word he could offer after his brain fully understood the concept behind who she really is.

Basically, Marget is the incarnation of the Goddess of the Sun and Moon in disguise, simple as that. However, the Goddess who protects the Althas Kingdom known as Solari was in fact the Grim Reaper of the Underworld. Thus, only one question lies ahead towards his enlightenment.

"I don't have any idea how complicated is your position. But please, tell me what is the reason why me, my former girlfriend, and the other two were reincarnated in this magical world?" At this point, he doesn't care about his aptitudes towards magic. He just simply wanted to learn the truth.

Marget was hesitant. One can literally see in her eyes that she knows everything, otherwise, there's no way she remained silent after his inquiry.

"I shall reveal a vague truth once you hit level 4. For now, focus on strengthening your relationships with your companions, including me, and figure out how to survive." Marget let go of her hold and got off.

"Why level 4? If I remembered correctly during our quick rundown, you mentioned I can only level up by inventing things." Arion tried fixing his glasses and just remembered he doesn't have one. It was an inclination whenever things are about to get serious. Now he considered creating his eyeglasses in this world too.

"Honestly, amongst those who were reincarnated, you have the worst method of leveling up. I mean, inventing things? Who does that in a magical world?! That's boring. And the worst part is that you ended up without aptitude for magic." She's pitying his circumstances.

"I'm well aware that our method of leveling up is based on our achievements in previous lives, but even if you're a Goddess or a Grim Reaper or a lady, I won't tolerate that you just called inventing amazing things as boring!" He was so enraged he wanted to hit her.

Marget flicked her fingers and sat on the sofa. "Remember that level 4 is the minimum. Maybe by the time you hit level 4 and above, others were already higher than 20." What she stated intrigued him.

"Oh, now that you mentioned, where are the other two? My former girlfriend was gone missing. We're a total of four." From the beginning, before he was reincarnated, Arion still remembers that the Grim Reaper said there was a war.

Now the question that arises is what does war mean to him or what does it pertain to. There were still pieces of the puzzle that doesn't connect nor make any sense.

"I can't answer that question, I will tell you once you hit level 4." Marget just kind of sounded like a broken NPC.

"Argh, I guess there's nothing I could get from you eh?" Arion scratches his head and went towards the door. "For now, I shall accept you're Marget. This whole messed up thing is taking a toll in my brain pretty hard."

"Good. Now go forth with your companions, for I am a part of your party too." She assured.

In order to clarify if it's true, Arion swiped down the system interface regarding the information of party status.

[ Companions ]

[ Lilith Indelyen ]

[ Adriel Induis ]

[ ☐☐☐☐ (Name is hidden through concealing magic) ]

[ Marget ]

[ Sarra ]

Seeing the drop-down list of his companions, he's still annoyed by the fact he still doesn't know his girlfriend's name until today.

He didn't bother directly asking Marget about her name nor figuring out her current location. If she truly has no intention of teaming up, then it doesn't matter anymore.

"I should start thinking about what will be my inventions first. And for me to create wonderful things, I need a workshop." Arion firmly declared.

An inventor without a workplace is just a salvager. Right now, his target this time is Adriel's alchemist workshop; the first step of inventing revolutionary inventions in this magical world.