Evander flicked a finger and five orbs of light appeared above his head, clearly illuminating the chamber with an azure glow. In front of him, a small mirror made of water magic appeared. Evander stared at the figure reflected. Short silver hair, blue eyes, ivory skin. Although tattered, his clothes appeared gaudy, with golden patterns embroidered on the chest. The frills at the hem reminded Evander of dresses usually worn by women.
A young man?
His mind was filled with various thoughts and questions. He was sure he was dead. After resisting the curse by sheer magic strength alone, his mortal body finally crumbled and turned to dust. There was no mistaking that.
A snarl broke Evander out of his stupor.
“What are you?! There’s no way the incompetent son of the Marcus Family’s capable of silent magic!” The Boss took out his sword from the scabbard. At the same time, his men did the same. Numerous sheathing sounds were heard inside the quiet chamber.
“Grab him!”
On command, four men shot towards his direction. After getting a feel of his body, Evander realized that the mana pool of his current shell was low. The magic he had just performed consumed almost half of his entire mana. Compared to his previous self, the magic capacity of this body was like a drop in a lake.
“I still have some questions I would like to ask,” said Evander. “But the leader should be more than enough.”
Evander flicked his fingers and the orbs of light vanished, the flames on the torches dissipated, and darkness permeated the room. Inside the darkness, he dealt blows towards the assailants one after another. The Boss could not see anything, but he knew that his men have been knocked unconscious. He shivered upon this realization.
The Boss felt a hand grab his neck. In that instance, all of his strength left his body. He could not move. He wanted to scream but no sound came out.
“It’ll be a waste of time to ask,” said the voice within the dark. “I’ll just read your memories.”
Read memories? There was no such magic! The Boss felt that what the young noble just said was absurd, but his instinct was screaming at him otherwise.
“Now, sleep.”
Upon the utterance of those words, the Boss lost consciousness.
***
Evander Alestaer still couldn’t get over his shock. After reading the relevant memories of the leader of the group, he found out that the current body he possessed belonged to a young noble from the House of Marcus. This young noble was well-known for his hedonistic lifestyle. A conceited, invidious young man that would sexually harass every pretty woman he met along the way.
Memories read by magic were usually fragmented and incomplete, that’s why Evander was surprised that despite the limit of this spell, he was able to see so much information about his current shell’s notoriousness. It seemed that the previous owner of his body was someone hated by everyone. A noble that used the name of his family as he pleased.
Most probably, the true owner died in the hands of these guys, and for some unknown reason, his soul took over the body. It was a phenomenon he had never expected before. After all, Evander did not believe in the afterlife. It was the same reason why he kept seeking the elixir of immortality when he was young.
Who would have thought that there was really a life after death? A retake? Evander chuckled.
“Amusing,” he said. “So, this is the Kingdom of Lukas, huh?”
He could not remember a Kingdom with such name. Was this the same world but a different continent? A different timeline? Or maybe, a different world entirely. He shivered as he smiled in glee. His current shell was young, probably fourteen or fifteen years old. He would have a lot of time to explore this whole new environment.
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