[All systems data is interlinked at your soul's core]
<<<...Previous body's memories connecting to your subconsciousness...>>>
The memories come like a tidal wave, washing over him and submerging him in endless memories. Lux Maxwell, born of nobility, yet still chastised for being a poor earl's son. His mother is dead, and his father is trying his best to fight his way back into the higher-class good graces.
His son. Left to be bullied by the higher-class noble's children and even commoners for his weak and timid nature. He was unseen, untalented, and a coward left to rot in the back of everyone's mind.
His magic circle was only at the first, stuck in the category of stagnant, where you can't gain new circles, no matter how hard you try. He will forever be stuck on the first circle.
'What a pitiful boy.' Zenji mutters, floating above his head in a ghostly form, watching his memories play out. 'No loving figures. Lonely and bullied for being weak. Just like me.' A heartache forms just looking at him.
He even feels the emotions of the old Lux maxwell. The hate. The want for more. Yet, the doubts that take root in his mind drive him to remain quiet. Up until his final moments.
Dragan, his prime tormentor, was comforting him in the hall with all of his lackeys at his side. A show of dominance against the lower class.
'This has to be moments before I entered his body—'
'Die…'
'Die…'
"What is the feeling?" Zenji grips his head. "This isn't my voice, so why is it so loud?"
'All of you should just…'
'Don't tell me.' His eyes find Lux's, furious with a burning rage, hatred, and complete unhealthy desire for vengeance staring at them.
'All of you should just…DIE ALREADY!' He bites his bottom lip, blood dripping from it to his shirt. 'I wish only the worst torment on your souls! I promise you that your souls will be sent to hell to perish over and over in the scorching inferno of hellfire! Over and over again! Until you lose yourself in the sickening madness of death.'
"..."
'When you are pushed to the limit, like this. You'll want to do anything to receive the revenge you think you deserve.' Zenji thinks, attention pinned on the Lux. 'But no matter how much pain you have suffered, going for someone for vengeance alone…will get you killed.'
[Intellect points +1]
'So I gain intellect points from spotting out the obvious?' He inquires.
[No. You gain intellect points for understanding the world and emotions.]
"Hmm?" He tilts his ghostly head.
[Knowing that revenge will only lead you down the wrong path is logical. Coming into this world with hatred or intent of revenge against Cain would be the wrong way to go about surviving here.]
"Is that so? Then why?"
[Because it isn't just Zereth Cain you have to worry about. Keeping your mind trained on one entity makes you lose focus on the others hiding in plain sight.]
"That's right." He nods.
[You are now one with this world, no longer a part of the next. This world's troubles are now yours. Don't lose sight on your missions, and you'll see it through.]
"Got it."
<<<...Memory connecting is over...>>>
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With a blinking awake, he views his surroundings; light filters through the large arched window behind him. Glimpsing to the side, he views the rows of white-made beds to the left and right, tied-up curtains separating them.
"Where the hell am I?" he grunts, sitting up, as his entire body tingles with numbness.
[Current location: Infirmary]
'Infirmary, huh?' He looks around again at the empty beds, only one in the far right, draped by the curtains. 'So this is what the medieval infirmary looks like. It's like a finely decorated hospital room, with no nurses, machines, or sick people'.
A dry, moist cough rattles through the air.
'Well, one sick person.'
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[Persona]
Name: Lux Maxwell
Age: 17
Wizard tier: Tier 0
Mana: 5/50
Intellect points: 71
Strength: 10
Agility: 15
Durability: 5
Status: Earl's son, heir to the Maxwell household.
Lux Maxwell's magic circle: 1st circle (stagnant)
Type of caster: Creation (common class-Imbuement)
Zenji's Magic Circle: 2nd circle
Type of caster: Creation (Origin class-Imagnery)
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He scans the screen, its golden hue more adjusted to his eyes. 'So I have two magic circles? One from this body and the other given to my soul, am I right?'
[Interlect points + 1]
'That makes it 72.' He acknowledges. 'I'm getting intellect points from this and can't when I discovered the fireball's rhythm?'
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[Spells]
(Basic) Imbuement of amplification [Level: 1] (Rare) Imbuement of magical properties [Level: 2]
(Basic) Imaginary Creation [Level: 1] (Rare) Complex Imagery Creation [Level: 1]
[Weapons crafted]
Unnamed pistol (-unification of both spells-) [Level: 1]
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'A unification of both spells?'
[Correct.]
His mind replies to the pivotal moment with the dragon approaching. 'Seeing that amplification applies to boosting/amplifying. I know for a fact that the spell which was used is Imbument of magical properties.'
[Affirmative.]
He sniffs, rubbing under his nose in triumphant confidence. "This old head still has it."
Cough! COUGH!!
His head snaps to the bed. "Hey, are you ok?" He asks but doesn't receive an answer.
Getting up, he wobbles his way over, his feet no longer in boots, so the cold embrace of the smooth, sleek, black cobblestone floors greets him.
'With a durability of 5, no wonder everything affects him.'
Approaching the curtain, another round of coughs fills the air. Gripping it, he slides it open, his mouth ajar, seeing a young woman lying helplessly on the bed, her skin marred by black spots, her lips retaining the same blackness as she coughs again, blood splattering on her shirt.
[Mission detected!]
[Assassinate Professor Ansil]