The next morning, all the dirty traces left at the entrance of the Dark Guild Destruction Demon had been washed away by last night's heavy rain.
At the same time, the pile of corpses accumulated in front of the Destruction Demon's gates formed a high hill, obscuring the dazzling sunlight.
Ankh leaned on his knees, sitting on the mountain of corpses, his gaze lost as he looked into the boundless distance.
The Dark Guild that had bullied him for so many years was wiped out overnight, and Ankh was momentarily at a loss as to what to do next.
Ankh raised his hands and examined them carefully.
It was these hands that, last night, were able to kill so many people with a magic circle... "It's truly formidable, this thing called magic..."
[Ranked among super-magic, 'Terror' has only one effect: as long as a creature harbors even a sliver of fear towards you, regardless of what it is, it will instantly die!]
"Super-magic, what is that...?" The mysterious voice that suddenly echoed in his mind was something Ankh was already accustomed to, and he murmured curiously.
[Uh... in this world, super-magic should be an extremely rare level of magic.]
Ankh placed his hand on his chest, as if discovering the door to a new world, and exclaimed, "The warm power flowing within me, like a never-ending spring, must be magic power."
"Thank you for teaching me magic, Seram."
[I've told you before, you and I are one; what I possess is naturally yours.]
Ankh rarely showed a smile on his face; for such a long time, during the days when his actions were controlled, Seram had always accompanied him.
When he was scared and panicked, it was Seram that suddenly appeared, encouraging him to be strong.
Every time Ankh felt like he was breaking down and his mind began to blur, it was also Seram that pulled him back from the darkness.
Although, it always rambled on about how they were actually gods.
They had merely experienced some tribulation and were undergoing this test, and with time, they would eventually return to their peak and become even stronger!
During those dark, disheartened days, Ankh only half-listened to what Seram said, taking it as merely comforting him.
However, after witnessing the power of super-magic last night, Ankh couldn't help but wonder if what he said was true... Ankh looked at the piles of corpses under his feet and whispered, "It's really dirty."
"After killing so many people, will someone in this world come to catch me?"
[With super-magic, those humans are simply not worth mentioning!]
Ankh chuckled softly, shook his head, and said, "No, I can feel that my magic power consumption is very high; I can't sustain a long battle."
Seram's voice paused for a moment, as if contemplating something.
[After all, it's super-magic, and the consumption of magic power is directly proportional to the lives eliminated, so it's no wonder you're tired.]
Ankh propped up his frail body and frowned, saying, "And my physique isn't great; I need to strengthen my training."
After experiencing last night's one-sided slaughter, Ankh's resolve was now quite resilient; he walked into the blood-stained room, wanting to find some clothes he could wear.
Speaking of which, Ankh didn't even know how old he was in this life... Because he couldn't control his body, his consciousness had always been blurry, and he couldn't clearly perceive the outside world.
[I've sensed it, it should be quite accurate; this body is about 14 years old.]
Ankh, of course, chose to trust Seram, who had accompanied him as he grew up.
What was surprising, however, was that he was already 14 years old in this life.
Upon closer inspection, Ankh's physical foundation was actually good; his height and arm length were better than his peers, but he had no muscle at all, like a tall, skinny monkey.
Ankh searched the room for a long time and finally found a relatively clean and fitting piece of clothing.
After tidying himself up, Ankh inadvertently saw a mirror on the wall and finally saw his current appearance.
Perhaps because he had magic power within him, Ankh's spirit and energy were already quite different.
His messy black short hair, delicate features like a woman's, seemed like a perfect work meticulously sculpted by God, coupled with Ankh's current pale and weak appearance, gave him a delicate, almost sickly beauty.
What amazed Ankh the most was that his eyes were actually blood-red, like a crimson full moon stained with the color of slaughter in the sky.
However... placed on this "beautiful" feminine face, it looked a bit "seductive"... Ankh frowned in dissatisfaction; he still preferred his tough-guy appearance from his previous life... [Hmm... truly beautiful.]
Ankh, distracted, pulled at his cheek in the mirror and casually replied, "Thank you."
[Don't thank me; praising you is praising myself.]
Ankh: ... Seram had always seen Ankh and himself as a single entity, just as they were now.
Initially, Ankh even thought Seram was some powerful being who had entered his body, attempting to take it over.
But later he realized that Seram only seemed to be able to talk and impart knowledge; it couldn't actually do anything else.
Before, when Ankh was almost bullied to death, he would always hear it cursing in his mind, saying things like, "Once Ankh can move, I'll definitely wipe out that kid," and so on... Ankh strongly disliked this appearance, which he considered effeminate, and gritted his teeth, saying, "I must start training immediately!"
"At least I have to get rid of this delicate, feminine aura!"
[I do know a cultivation method to strengthen the body; I'll tell you right away.]
Thus, Ankh stayed in the room, recuperating, restoring his depleted magic power and stamina, and learning the body strengthening method taught by Seram.
After an unknown period, Ankh, with his body refilled with power, stood up satisfied and said, "Not bad, not bad, magic power is abundant!"
The magic power consumed by the super-magic "Terror" was terrifying; although it instantly killed an entire Dark Guild, Ankh almost collapsed.
Just as Ankh relaxed, Seram's voice once again sounded an alarm for him.
[Be careful, a source of magic power is approaching; I don't know if it's friend or foe!]
Ankh reacted quickly, quickly hiding under a collapsed table in the room, holding his breath and secretly looking towards the door.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
Steady and subtle footsteps approached, and the Destruction Demon's main door was gently pushed open; Ankh couldn't help but clench his fists.
The footsteps stopped, and an old voice suddenly rang out; "Child, come out."
"Your volatile and uncontrollable magic power has already revealed your location."
Ankh was startled, and just as he was wondering if the other party was lying to him, a large face suddenly appeared close to his own!
"Da da!"
With a strange cry from the old man, Ankh was startled, overturning the table and jumping out, clenching his fists and watching him vigilantly.
The old man's appearance was quite comical; he was not only a funny, white-haired man with male pattern baldness, but his height... even the young Ankh was taller than him.
Ankh looked at the old man with suspicion, feeling like he had seen this guy somewhere before.
It seemed to be in a work from his previous life... This distinctive style and attire, Makarov?
Old man Guild Master
In his previous life, he seemed to have watched that anime, Fairy Tail.
The Guild Master of the Fairy Tail Guild, and a Ten Wizard Saints, Makarov, was a powerful Mage.
Ankh's memories of his previous life were very blurry, but he still barely recognized the old man's identity.
So, this world is the world of Fairy Tail?