"A new day begins…"
Jazz lay on his bed, eyes staring calmly at the ceiling, already dressed in his school uniform.
He was one of the countless souls who had crossed into another world. His consciousness had arrived in this strange realm twenty four years ago.
But fate had not been kind—this was not a safe world. On the contrary, it was a dangerous one.
A world filled with magic.
He had even heard a name at school that struck him with a strange familiarity: a classmate from the next room over—James.
So this is really that "Full-Mage World"… A world where people could be snatched away by night-fiends like rats in the dark, or devoured alive by nameless demons.
Here, the rule was simple: weakness meant danger.
In this demon-infested realm, those without power—or with too little of it—never truly held their own lives in their hands. Life and death dangled at their waists, ready to be cut away by unseen crises at any moment.
Jazz's parents had been mid-tier mages. By the standards of Rome City, that should have been more than enough to keep them safe.
But on one fateful hunt, their party encountered a monster far beyond their strength. The entire demon-hunting squad was annihilated.
In battles against demons, it was always kill or be killed. There was no mercy, no sentiment. Tomorrow and disaster—no one could even predict which would come first.
All they left behind was him, and this apartment where he now lived.
At least they had been wise enough to buy property in the Safe Zone. His parents had insisted on it, even purchasing an entire building—ten stories high. They lived on the top floor, while the lower nine were rented out.
The Safe Zone was old, its buildings among the first ever raised when the city had been walled against demon incursions. The outer districts were built later, as the population swelled. But with most nearby fiends gradually purged, the zone became one of the few places where ordinary citizens could rest at ease.
Yet everyone knew: when demons laid siege to a city, there were no true safe havens. The Safe Zone had no protective barrier—just a false sense of peace.
Still, life was life. And Jazz, standing firm against the risks, had managed to preserve his family's legacy: one entire building, fully owned.
The sharp ding-ding-ding of his phone pulled him from his thoughts. He fitch it from his pocket and answered.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this the landlord?"
"Yes, it is."
"Ah, I saw the sign downstairs—there's a room for rent in this building. Could you show me around?"
"Of course."
His spirit lifted. He got up, left his apartment, and took the elevator down.
At the entrance, a young couple was already waiting.
"Hello, are you the landlord?" the young man asked uncertainly. The figure before him didn't look like a landlord at all. After all, weren't landlords usually in their fifties or sixties?
"I'm Jazz, the landlord of this building," Jazz replied with confidence. "You've come at the right time. In a few days, I might not have any rooms left."
He wasn't lying. The rent here was cheap—only one thousand per month for a one-bedroom. With its location near the train station, vacancies rarely lasted long.
"Could we take a look inside?"
"Of course."
He led them to room 502 on the fifth floor and unlocked the door.
By now, he was used to tenants looking around in silence. The value spoke for itself—no need for him to talk it up.
Sure enough, after a few minutes of whispered discussion, smiles lit the couple's faces.
"Landlord, my name is Robert. We're very satisfied with this place," the young man said.
The woman added playfully, "Handsome landlord, could you give us a discount?"
Jazz smiled, but shook his head without hesitation. "No."
The couple exchanged a glance. Then Robert nodded decisively. "We'll take it."
He had already seen plenty of other places. None were as affordable—or as convenient.
"Good. Download the Azure Apartments App and follow the contract process, and by the way my name is Jazper not landlord but you can call me Jazz" Jazz instructed smoothly.
Before long, the digital lease was signed, the deposit transferred, and the keys handed over.
With nine floors fully rented, his monthly income reached ninety thousand —well over a million a year. Even after expenses, he could save a fortune.
But school still awaited.
"Time to head out." He checked his watch—7:30. Riding his electric scooter would get him there on time.
He looked ahead.
Rome Arcana Academy
Rome Arcana Academy was one of Rome City's most prestigious schools of magic. Admission was no simple matter—without strong academic foundations, one wouldn't even earn the chance to awaken their mage's spark.
As for paying to awaken at the Mage Association… ordinary families could never afford such a fortune.
Without awakening magic, one's destiny was sealed. No power, no survival.
But Jazz was no ordinary youth.
Having crossed from another life, he carried fragments of ancient martial scriptures within his memory. His soul, reshaped in the transfer, possessed a rare talent: the ability to absorb stray mental energy from the world around him.
This world's essence resonated with him perfectly. At just sixteen, he had already reached the second stage of spiritual cultivation—Unshattered Spirit.
And now his twenty four by martial standards, he had advanced past Bright Force,Dark Force,Transformation,Gang Strength,Golden Core, and arrived at the realm of Spirit Unbroken. His body had been refined beyond human limits—capable even of shattering steel with his bare hands.
Yet, in this demon-filled world, such power was nothing. Against even the lowest-ranked Thrall-class demon, he would still be considered weak.
Knowledge was everything. And so he studied—not just martial lore, but also demonology and magecraft.
Even so, he knew the truth: before the might of a true Archdemon, mages were fragile things. Their lives burned out swiftly, like candles in a storm.
Vampires of even the lowest Thrall-class outlived entire bloodlines.
Thus, from the beginning, Jazz had entertained the thought: If the chance arises, becoming a demon may not be such a curse.
But knowledge alone was not yet enough to act on that choice. He needed more.
Rome Arcana Academy was only the first step. His true destination was the Rome Infernum Academy—the great sanctuary of knowledge, where the truth of magecraft and demonhood alike could be found.
Magecraft was a beginning. Demonhood was the truth.
"If James could risk death to become a Demon…so can I."
Parking his scooter outside the gates of RAA (Rome Arcana Academy), Jazz straightened his uniform and strode forward, determination burning in his eyes.
"Good morning, students. I am Agustin, your homeroom teacher for Class One-Seven. I will also be your instructor in the study of demonology."
Jazz barely listened. His eyes flicked across the classroom to a youth in violet robes.
"That one… Could it be Chris, the one who awakened the Lightning element?"
To be in the same class as such a figure… interesting.
"All right, everyone. I know you're restless, so let's not waste time. Follow me to the great courtyard for the Awakening Ceremony. May each of you find the magic you most desire."
Excited murmurs rippled through the room as the students leapt from their seats.
The journey had begun.
(End of chapter)
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