Reincarnated As The Hero’s Daughter: Wait, Why Is My MP Not Running Out?

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My parents woke me up as they asked me something important. What were my powers? Of course, they would eventually ask me that question. I had somehow survived being torn to shreds and I was hanging on just fine. It was also abnormal how much mana I had to the point it never ran out through the entire fight. Even Aquarina, who was calculated to have a mana value of over 10 million, didn’t have as much as me. From their perspective, it seemed as if mana was simply created out of my very existence.

It was even more intriguing to my parents how I died but I didn’t… sure, they were thankful of it. They were very thankful that I had not died, calling it a miracle of my own powers. However, they also seemed fearful that I had become something like an Undead of sorts, perhaps…

But what really am I? I can’t possibly tell them I have the miraculous System that’s glitched and had my status fixed, which also made it so that my mana and health never ran out.

The power of having a fixed mana value that never went down ended up giving me the ability to continuously use mana without any problems. In other words, I had infinite mana. It never ran low.

Meanwhile, the fixed health value was just as I had expected to be, if not even more crazy than I previously thought. It allowed my soul to stay in my body no matter how damaged I was, at the same time keeping me conscious… this power by itself was dangerous and terrifying.

I could be burned alive by flames and still walk around with flames all over my body just fine. I could be torn apart into pieces and still be kicking. I could even have a sword in the heart and still walk it off like it was nothing. Perhaps I could even extract all my internal organs and still live, though that might be very uncomfortable at that point.

Of course, I can still be immobilized. My body can get torn apart and I’ll end up without any ability to do anything. I could even get my head chopped off and lose consciousness… or have my head turn into chunks. Ugh.

Despite having such a power, it’s not omnipotent. Plus, I don’t seem to have supernatural regeneration like a being with such an ability would be expected to have. Due to this, I cannot regenerate myself. On top of that, my magic doesn’t seem to work. I need to learn higher tiers of healing spells, but those require my magic circle to increase in tiers as well… which means that it’s still very dangerous, with the chance of me being incapacitated very high.

But… can I really tell them all of this? No, I can’t. I can’t just tell them about the God I met or whatever… I have to act oblivious and simply treat it as a power I had discovered. After all, that would be for the better.

"I-I don’t know… I just… didn’t seem to be able to die… my soul seemed to stick to my corpse," I told them.

"That’s…" my father muttered.

"Is such a power even possible…? Ah, well, we saw it…" said my mother.

"I-I don’t know how it happened but that’s how it is… s-sorry," I continued with a sigh. I couldn’t tell them about the System, nor that I was reincarnated.

"Oh, no. You don’t have to be sorry, dear…" mother said in response. "However, this is still very strange, although this world is vast and there are people with myriad of strange and bizarre abilities, I had never seen something so strange as a soul stuck into the body of something destroyed… Ugh, but this is so gruesome to think about that I feel like not researching about this, even less if it would involve annoying you now that you’re recovering after that battle…"

"Indeed, this miraculous power… maybe it was gifted to you by the gods through their blessing… such a wonderful ability helped you protect Aquarina. Even… if it was at the expense of your own body," my father said with a sigh. After that, he hugged me tightly, resisting tears from flowing. Perhaps having seen my body all torn apart had left a big trauma in my father… then again, nobody can get over seeing their own child being completely disfigured on the ground that easily.

"Yeah… I’m just thankful you’re alive, no matter what this power is… we’ll help you understand it, and we’ll get through it together," mother told me sometime later.

My mother seemed intrigued and perhaps my father as well. Although my mother was the more intelligent of the two while my father was more of a muscle head, so I guess she was more concerned in the regards of the power’s origins than my father. I suppose they might want to question me more, but their love as parents surpassed that, and they simply wanted me to see recover. I might one day tell them the truth, when I feel ready.

"I-I see… I’m glad I have you two with me…" I told them. I simply let my parents hug me. Surprisingly, Aquarina ended up sneaking into the hug.

"I won’t let this happen anymore… auntie… uncle… I-I’ll get stronger so Sylph doesn’t have to… go through this for me anymore," Aquarina said with conviction.

"You’re a strong girl, Aquarina. Don’t mull over it for now," father told her in response.

"Indeed, your parents will be worried sick if they know you’re working too hard," mother added.

"Yeah, Aquarina. Let’s do it slowly," I told her.

"O-Okay…" Aquarina nodded after that. She began to get all red due to the attention we were giving to her. I believe my parents saw her as someone precious as well.

"T-There are still a few things I want to know though… who this being was… and the things he and the other entity spoke about," I said sometime later.

"Hm? S-Sure, we’ll talk over it," father replied.

"We can do it slowly, dear. You don’t have to ask everything right away," mother told me, reassuring me.

"I-I want to know something…" I muttered.

Something… this something was something Hell said.

He told me that my parents, the Heroes, had slaughtered thousands of demons. Among them, there were also children. He told me that they had slain thousands of children, and that it was completely justifiable for him to do the same against me.

He even asked me if the life of a child like mine was comparable to the thousands my parents had slain in the past.

Have my parents… really done such an atrocity?

Even now, I cannot help but have that thought linger in my mind.

I wonder… what really are Heroes?

Are they really tasked with the task of… killing all demons?

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I cannot help but think that there might be good demons now… after all, Leviathan helped us, despite having been formerly a demon general. He spoke with emotions and was very much the same as a person.

Even Hell himself, who was an asshole for the most part, felt like one. I don’t find his actions justified, but I still find that he had his own reasons. I’m pretty sure he harbored a lot of strong emotions and feelings, as if he had gone through his good share of emotional suffering as well.

He seemed to resent my parents because of all the demons they killed, not for other selfish reasons. He simply wanted to avenge the people that died, didn’t he? Well, it’s not like it was still justified.

I want to know from my parent’s perspectives…

What did they do in the war?

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