Transmigration

The last thing he recalled was closing his eyes, finding some inner peace. But how did things turn out this way?

When he opened his eyes, there was quite a sight. Kyel lay on a small bed in a cold, cramped room, naked, with no clothes to be seen.

What shocked him the most, however, was the woman who was now putting on her clothes. She was older, appearing to be in her 50s, yet despite her age, she had a certain allure—a "GILF" quality, not a "MILF." The room's scent gave him a hint of what had transpired.

He glanced down at himself, noting his shaft was still drenched in juices .

The woman, though curvy, had sagging skin on her abdomen and some wrinkles on her face. But even with these signs of age, it was evident she had once been a beauty.

She finished dressing in her black robe, then looked over at the young man on the bed. With a cold expression, she said, "I'll consider giving you a full mark in the magic circles class. You just need to follow my exact instructions. Don't worry—I already placed a sound-concealing barrier on your room , I'll leave for now , if you need anything don't hesitate to ask"

With that, she left.

After she was gone, Kyel fell to the floor, screaming his lungs out, writhing in immeasurable pain in his head and body.

After half an hour, the pain subsided. Kyel felt as though his soul had left his body.

His mind was now in turmoil as memories surged through his brain, flashing from his youth to this very moment.

He remembered he was a demon, chosen to infiltrate and gather intelligence on the Tower of Circles within the Wallace Empire. He worked for a Dark Duke in the Abyss, tasked with leaking information about professors, tests, resources, top mages, and promising students at the tower.

The Tower of Circles, located in the Archdeacon Duchy of the Wallace Empire, was one of the nine towers across the continent of Lewanice.

Within this tower, there were 25 other demons like Kyel, with the same mission. Kyel had been transmigrated into the soul of one of these demons.

Towers were akin to magic schools for the "Awakened." Not everyone on the continent of Lewanice was gifted to sense or use mana, though those without the gift still had the chance to train and awaken their physical abilities.

The Tower of Circles in the Archdeacon Duchy served as a school for those who could sense mana. After their awakening ceremony at the age of 11, those who succeeded were required to join one of the towers for training—to understand, to grow stronger, to ascend ranks, and to bring glory to themselves and their families.

The Dark Duke whom Kyel worked for had a simple task: gather intelligence on the Tower of Circles. And if possible, eliminate any promising students.

That was the mission given to the demons who had infiltrated the Tower of Circles. But Kyel was astonished. A moment ago, he'd been in a dark, endless space that felt like an eternity—a dreamlike punishment. Could it be over?

But if so, shouldn't he be dead? This felt too real to be death. Kyel's mind whirled as he sifted through every memory he now possessed.

Tower of Circles. Archdeacon Duchy. Wallace Empire. Infiltrate the tower, leak information, eliminate anyone who showed signs of potential and could reach light of enlightenment .

He recalled a voice that had once commanded him to carry out these tasks, a voice he was compelled to obey. Yet after transmigrating into this body, it seemed as though Kyel had broken free of the mental control that had previously gripped him.

To graduate from a Tower, students had to complete 12 years of study. Failure in any year meant repeating it. Each year required advancement in magic research or core cultivation, with numerous theoretical and practical tests, contests, research projects, and a demonstration of good—or at least acceptable—attitude. They couldn't risk releasing someone with knowledge and power who might become a threat. Even a genius could be eliminated if they didn't have a powerful family backing them.

There was a shortcut, however, for those unwilling to endure 12 years of hard work: reaching the "Light of Authority." Yet, achieving that was far more difficult than completing the standard 12-year program.

For mages, there were ten stages:

Light of Beginning

Light of Existence

Light of Generation

Light of Purity

Light of Combination

Light of Authority

Light of Expansion

Light of Worlds

Light of Skies

Light of Enlightenment

It could take a lifetime just to reach the Light of Combination, let alone the Light of Authority.

What drove mages to seek new lights was the increase in lifespan that each stage offered.

But reaching these lights required more than just talent and genius—it demanded resolve, dedication, and true determination.

To put it into perspective, most skilled teachers in the towers had only reached the Light of Combination and were over a hundred years old.

The challenge was immense, and Kyel didn't know what to do. His mind spun with thoughts about this world, his new identity, and what lay ahead.

He also dwelled on his past, on what he had come from, on his sufferings. Was this death? Or some new form of punishment?

Was this a dream? A mercy bullet from the being he served? He recalled that ominous voice, reminding him that death was still to come. So was this death? Clearly, it was not.

Did that being pity him and grant him mercy? Kyel doubted it.

There had to be a reason for this.

Kyel didn't know whether to feel happy or sad. In fact, he felt numb, for reasons he couldn't fully understand.

What should he do from here? Would he fight, especially in a world like this? Or would he surrender?

A voice echoed within his mind, snapping him back to reality.

DING: ANALYZING HOST'S PHYSICAL AND MENTAL STATE

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