Reincarnated as an Energy with a System

?Randal walked into the spatial pocket and instantly found himself dragged to someplace else. There was no change to his body, his momentum, or his energy. Yet he could tell that the place where he had arrived was not the place he had intended to walk into.

He had a talent for such a thing.

The area around him was entirely dark, almost as if he was walking in the night with no light around him. He pulled out a small white orb from his storage space and created a ball of light that floated around him.

The world still remained in darkness, but he could see himself. There was something wrong with this darkness he understood.

He started walking around, trying to make sense of the situation. Had there been a trap at the door? Had there been a teleportation formation of some kind? How would they know about Teleportation formations? That was his most tightly kept secret.

But if it wasn't teleportation formations, then how was he in another place when he was supposed to enter a different one?

Nothing made sense to him.

As he wondered if he should try and see if he could get out of there using his artifact, he froze at the sight that lay in front of him.

Dozens of men lay at his feet, a thick mist of black shrouding half their bodies, pouring through holes that had somehow appeared in their corpses. They had been poked to death by something.

His alertness went up in alarm of the situation and immediately moved backward as a spray of dark arrows flew past where he had been. It was a good thing he moved in time.

Another volley came, and he poured his Essence into the orb he held in his hand. Bright burst of light rushed forth toward the incoming arrows, and destroyed them in a single instant.

"As I thought," Randal said. "Shadows."

He spun immediately, using up a flood of his Essence to light the area around him. The shadows moved back in fear of the intense light.

Then, he activated his technique.

Spatial Search.

Space rippled around Randal, moving forward in all directions. He closed his eyes immediately, focusing on the reflections of the spatial waves. The shape and density of the matter usually told him what was where to a certain degree.

It was impossible to tell what he was sensing exactly, but with enough practice, he had managed to figure out what he could be sensing.

"So many dead humans," he spoke softly with a frown. "And the one that did it all." He looked in the direction where the Spatial search had returned with the most answers.

"A beast."

His show with the light had only lasted for a short time, and the shadows that he pushed aside were returning and with full force. But that small opportunity of freedom had been all that Randal had needed.

He had found who he needed to find, and with a flash of light, he appeared right before it.

"So, I was right," he said, looking at the large black beast with dark eyes like the void stood in front of him. The smell of blood was thick around the beast, causing Randal to frown.

"Just how many humans did you kill?" he asked the beast, but it only growled in return.

"Very well," Randal said. "I could've saved those men had I come earlier, but I didn't and they're dead. The least I can do is avenge them."

Glowing silver light formed in his hands, wrapping around him. Dark spikes of shadow that were supposed to land on him had instead landed on the silver lights, endlessly twisting themselves around him, but never touching him.

"Die!"

There was no light to the technique this time around, just a blade formed from Space essence that could cut through the thickest of steel and the strongest of Essence.

It cut through the darkness like a knife digging into the cake, and then it struck the—

The beast vanished right before the attack landed on it, appearing in the distance.

"Interesting," Randal said, a look of surprise on his face, hidden by the swirling energy of silver and black that moved around him. "But it is not only you who can teleport."

The silver energy suddenly compressed around him and he blinked away to another location.

Randal arrived right behind the large black beast, swinging his hands in a slash that cut space itself. The blade of space moved forth and the beast growled.

Suddenly, pressure-filled the area and something black sucked in the slash, sending it somewhere else. Randal could feel it fly out of the darkness somewhere in the distance.

That had been a strong attack from Randal, but alas, he realized he was dealing with a Stellar Harmony realm beast.

It only brightened the smile on his face.

"I never thought I could go all out."

A brilliantly glowing Essence soul floated out from behind him, nearly 20 meters large and wide, in the shape of a giant beast with the head of a lizard but one with wings.

It was a beast that did not exist in this world, but had been something that was absolutely terrifying in the world he had lived a life before.

Lord of the Skies they had been called, and sometimes Lords of the Dead, for when they were not in the sky, they were creating calamities and killing anyone and everyone that they saw, like ants beneath their feet.

Randal had chosen the Lord of the Skies to be the shape of his Essence Soul, and with them, he would be Lord of Space. And just like their other name, he would be the Lord of the Dead as well.

The Essence Soul opened its wings wide and its claws reached out, slashing at the feline beast.The world lurched as Space was cut multiple times at once, and the slashes made their way toward the beast that stood ready to fight it all.