Chapter2 Gustavo and Lancelot

After returning home, Logo immediately locked himself in his room, forbidding anyone to enter. He intended to use his Insightful Eye to access the higher-dimensional information space of the Aslant civilization.

The head maid, Nathalie, who had raised him, looked on in bewilderment and hurriedly asked Lombart, “Master, what’s the matter? He was perfectly fine at breakfast this morning. Why has he locked himself away now? Is he unwell? Should we call a doctor?”

“A doctor is indeed needed,” Lombart replied gravely, nodding, then added, “But it should be a psychologist! Master requires some mental guidance.”

“A psychologist?” Nathalie echoed, confused.

Lombart sighed. “During the knight training today, Sir Beff publicly praised Master Xis. He said that within a month at most, he could ascend to the Transcendent rank and become a full-fledged knight.”

“Ah?” The head maid gasped, fully aware of the implication.

The Gendaya Royal Inheritance Law explicitly stipulated that among legitimate heirs, the first to reach the Transcendent rank automatically becomes the family’s primary heir. Not even the patriarch himself could intervene.

Given that the Campbell family currently had no head, this made the first heir the de facto future patriarch.

It was no wonder Logo had retreated to his room.

“Master is indeed burdened by fate,” the head maid sighed.

Lombart nodded solemnly, continuing, “All because of the Dawnlight Knights. Had they not interfered, neither the patriarch nor our master would have suffered, and Master’s position as first heir would have been secure. Damn the Dawnlight Empire…”

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“So, this is the high-dimensional information space?”

Logo gazed at the dazzling expanse of stars before him, utterly bewildered.

Though the starry panorama was undeniably magnificent, he had no clue what to do next. Was there an instruction manual?

“And these two lines… what are they for?” He looked down at the black and golden cords entwined around his wrists, puzzled.

Tentatively tugging one, a thunderous roar erupted in his ears, and his perspective shifted.

The starry expanse vanished, replaced by flowing crimson lava and a terrifying monstrous beast.

Eight towering, pitch-black legs bristled with sharp spines. Four pairs of eyes were neatly aligned—two closed, two open. One of the open, eerie green eyes fixed on him with an unrelenting stare.

“A Hunter Dragon Spider!”

Logo’s heart skipped a beat. He instantly recognized the notorious predator of the Void Sea—a monstrous void hunter that fed on void dragons. In his previous life, he had narrowly escaped a full-grown Hunter Dragon Spider.

As he recoiled, suppressed memories surged through his mind:

Gustavo Portoloso Lombardo Corlandov…

The name alone, stretching over thousands of syllables, was maddening—but among long-lived beings like elves, true dragons, giants, and demons, such lengthy names were normal, matching their lifespans.

“Oh, it’s my mom! Then it’s fine.”

Relieved, Logo squinted, bending his eight legs slightly before leaping onto the spider-mother’s back.

Finding a comfortable spot, he nudged aside a sleeping younger sibling and closed his eyes.

Indeed, he had become a Hunter Dragon Spider.

More precisely, part of his soul had been reincarnated as a Hunter Dragon Spider.

Logo now fully understood his predicament.

When he had detonated the spatial bomb and perished alongside his enemies, his soul was shattered, swept along by the Insightful Eye through the eddies of time and space, and reborn in the Elvin plane.

These fragmented souls had been partly reincarnated into Logo, and the remainder split further into separate beings.

This Hunter Dragon Spider was one of those fragments.

“So, I have three bodies?” Logo’s eyes sparkled. The ability to manifest multiple bodies was rare in the astral realm, especially with completely altered soul wavelengths, offering immense flexibility.

“So these two lines are… to connect my other two bodies? They’re like signal lines! Different souls, same consciousness—very much like the soul-born talent of the soul clans.”

He tested the connection, restoring his consciousness.

A tremendous explosion reverberated through his soul, making every fiber of his being tremble.

In a simply furnished yet grand bedroom, Logo lay sprawled on the bed, eyes wide with shock.

His perspective had multiplied; he now sensed two bodies simultaneously.

The combined sensory input—sight, touch, hearing—was overwhelming, almost nauseating. Fortunately, his post-awakening spiritual strength, aided by the Insightful Eye, allowed him to adjust swiftly.

Once acclimated, he returned to the high-dimensional information space.

The two cords on his wrists had now reduced to one.

With another forceful tug, the scene before him transformed once more.

The scorching noon sun drenched the world in golden light, gilding the steel forest below. Maglev cars whizzed past, and massive holographic screens displayed a stunningly beautiful girl, capturing the attention of countless young men.

The scene was saturated with technological grandeur, evoking a strange sense of déjà vu in Logo.

“This body… belongs to a citizen of the Crimson Alliance,” he murmured.

His original clan, the Red Maple Clan, resided in the Sunset Domain along the southern coast of the Dawnlight Continent.

He had no knowledge of his Hunter Dragon Spider body’s location; from birth until now, the spider-mother had hunted for them, and their inherited memories offered no guidance.

But he recognized this Crimson Alliance immediately.

A dominant imperial power on the eastern side of Oclo Star, it stood alongside the Sunset Domain on the southeastern continent—a technological empire.

This body was named Lancelot Terresis, a twelve-year-old Quebecois, just like Logo, attending middle school.

Oclo Star rotated slowly, and even accounting for its binary star system, the day-night cycle was irregular. A single day was roughly 1.3 times longer than on Earth.

By Oclo standards, at twelve, Logo was equivalent to a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old on Earth—perfectly of high-school age.

Yet considering the Gendayan lifespan, which often exceeded three centuries and reached adulthood at forty, Logo, at twelve, was still a mere child.