The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years

lled for him.

“Jamie Welton.”

“This child is calling a teacher by their name…”

Jamie stopped.

It was because Lennon’s face was much more serious than usual.
He was nervous and clenching his trembling fist.

“I bowed down now, but one day I will catch up to you.
So right now, enjoy this moment! Bye!”

Lennon ran out the moment he said that.

Jamie, who stared at that, grinned.

“I think serving the peers as a teacher is a good motivator.
Right?”

Kik!

Black who was hiding in the shadows, came out and answered.

“… still, for calling a teacher by their name, I am going to give him a taste of hellish training.”

Jamie was a man who held grudges.
And he made sure to pay it all back.

“More… I said more.”

A man sat down in the dark alley and reached out his hand desperately to someone.

Bloodshot eyes, pale skin and sunken cheeks, nothing seemed normal.

“G-give me medicine, give me.”

“The side effects seem quite severe.”

A man wearing a large robe stood in front of such a man.

The man in the robe looked at the crawling man with an indifferent expression.
A person looking at a drug addict.
A person who looked like a zombie.

“Blood vessels have ruptured and the heart seems useless.”

“Medicine… please…”

The man grabbed the ankle of the man in the robe.

The tremors from the hand said that the condition was more horrible than what could be seen.

But the man in the robe shook his ankle and kicked the man to the side.

“Ah.”

The man lacked the strength to scream.

The man in the robe looked at the vial in his hand.
A drug which didn’t even have a label.

The man ahead had taken this for an entire month without skipping a day.

“The response in the first week was satisfactory.”

The first week of taking it, the man in front of him had a 1.5 times increase in mana, his muscle mass had increased and he had a rise in concentration too.

However, from the moment he entered the second week, the man’s condition began to deteriorate rapidly.

The mana core in his heart shrank, the flow of mana seemed messed up.
The muscles became like a deflated balloon.

And the intelligence dropped more than expected.

Fortunately, with the drug it would work, but the effect only lasted for 2 hours.

“The doctor will be disappointed.
He had high expectations for EX.”

The man in the robe smiled bitterly.

The man on the floor crawled and kept repeating his words like a trained parrot asking for medicine.

He squatted and asked the weak man.

“Want to drink this?”

“Please, please give it.”

He rubbed his hands and begged.
It seemed like he abandoned his self-esteem.
Without it, it felt like he would die, so he kept begging.

The man in the robe smiled and shook his head.

“But I can’t, not to trash like you.”

“Ahh… please.
I will do what…”

“What can trash like you even do? Still, you were of use.
You did distribute the X directly to the students.
Really what is expected from trash.”

Having said that, he laughed and got up.

He kicked the man who was trying to get close.

“Prepare to hear complaints of the disciples from other places, teacher.”

“Ahh…”

Puck!

His head exploded.

The man in the robe smiled at the splattered blood.
Killing people was such a thrilling thing.
Especially when the head was crushed like tofu, the pleasure of seeing it was several times more.

“Ah.
And this.”

He tucked the vial into the robe wiping off the blood from his shoes.

The corpses will be cleared by other people.

The man in the robe leaned against the wall and took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

He didn’t know magic so he used a matchstick.

“But, this city is boring.”

It was hard to believe that this was the most magical city in the world.

‘Maybe that is why the darkness is more deeply rooted.’

The man in the robe liked this place.

From the outside it was a bright city with the innocence and passion of the magicians here.

What was even more interesting was that this was also a place where evil deeds started.

“Living is so fun these days.”

A very big event was going to happen here.

Just the thought of it made the man in the robe feel happy.

The world is most beautiful when it is in darkness.
He wanted a world where someone’s screams, tears and pain were mixed.

“You don’t think so?”

The man in a robe asked, looking at the person standing at the entrance of the alley.

A person also hid their face in a similar robe.

Without answering, he walked to the corpse and looked at the other man.
He didn’t know what the expression was because of the robe and asked.

“Do you have anything to say?”

“Didn’t I kill him cleanly?”

“This doesn’t fit the requirement.
What if a colleague…”

“Enough.”

The man in the robe stopped him.

He knew that a battle with the other one would be a slaughtering one.

‘It isn’t time yet.’

A red blood stream flowed from inside the robe.

The man in robe chuckled as he threw away the cigarette.

“I will go first.”

With that he soared into the air.

The other one frowned when he disappeared.
And without a word looked at the corpse.

“No beauty in this at all.”

In a dry voice.