1 Prologue

"Chris..."

"Chris..."

"Hey, Chris... Are you alright?"

The young man opened his eyelids, revealing the two jade-colored eyes of his. He looked left and right as he pulled his delicate right hand out of his pocket while scratching his head out of confusion as he whispered a basic question on his mind, 'Where am I?'

He looked at his friends, some of them were concerned, maybe thinking that he was dead. He put his right hand down and questioned them, "Where am I? Why did I end up waking up at this place?"

"You were losing control over your magic so the lecturer had to knock you down, what kind of stunt was that anyway?" A crisp-voiced boy answered, concerned of his friend that lost control over his own magic.

Chris rose his body from his patient bed as the others looked at him after the crisp-voiced boy answered his question. He looked back at them and lowered his head slightly. He remarked to them with gratitude as he said, "I'm fine... for now... Thank you for concerning."

"You should get some rest, Chris." The other guy with a heavy yet, warm voice requested him.

He shook his head and replied to him, "I'm fine. I have something else to do on the outside. Thank you for concerning." He left the bed silently. His peers tried to help him walk, but he shook them off gently using his left hand as his peers offered their hand to help him. He just wanted to walk on his own.

As he strolled in the room which seemed to be the infirmary of a magical academy, the beautiful piece of art drawn on the floor had a color that blended perfectly with his loafers caught his attention which led him to whisper his mind as he looked at the floor, 'So, I'm in the magical infirmary on the North Academy? Weird…'

He continued to walk while his peers were looking at him worryingly.

He looked at the yellow-shaded door holder when he reached the door.

It had reflected his spiky blue hair with a warming face. Yet, having a thin lip and a pointed nose with a pale white pigment that colored his face with a pair of visible dragon horns in the left and right of his head as he looked at it.

'I have returned to my younger self?' Chris asked himself when he looked at the yellow shade from the door holder that reflected himself.

He held a grip to the door holder gently. He pushed it gently to the front as a "Creek!" voice was emitted as the lower part of the door had collided with the beautiful ceramic in the ground when it moved.

The door had opened with the gentle push from him despite the ear-piercing voice emitted as the door grinded the beautiful ceramic floor.

The light had blinded the man as the door had opened slightly.

"Chris." A female voice called him at his back. But he ignored it and proceed as he walked to the outside of the room.

He continued to walk...

And walking...

He Kept walking until his shadow had vanished into nothingness.

He looked in the left and right as he stood on the other side of the door.

Then, he observed the crowd in that open field carefully with his eyes, focusing on the group of people in the right of his sight. It had led him to whisper his mind as he murmured, 'I have to adjust my way of talking. They seemed to understand what I was saying. Well, some of them. Or maybe... they will not be able to understand what I will say next.'

Plak!

"Ouch!" Chris reacted as he patted his painful butt after someone slapped his butt as a call of surprise.

"You looked pale, Chris. What had happened to you?"

"Ah... Nothing. I just screwed up my magical assessment."

He remembered the day when he fainted on his first day of magical assessment. He had a nostalgic feeling as he murmured on himself without moving his pale red lips, 'Ah... That time... I was screwing my magical assessment up by forcing my way to the electro magic mastery.

Wait… it was the magic that I had used to defeat the...'

A horrible dream was shown in his memories, which led him to scream painfully with his deep male tone. At the same time, he knelt as he covered his horn using his hand with agony being drawn clearly in his face. Which caused the girl who slapped his butt before to kneel and grab his left arm.

Thus, she asked him, "Are you ok, Chris? Should I call Professor Kiljorn to help you out?"

"No! Not needed!" Chris replied without looking at her.

He tried to maintain his composure by standing back stably, and he shoved her delicate brown-skinned hand back by using his right hand.

Thus, he reminisced himself with an agonizing tone in his mind.

'That war... Asta, Loki, Krista, Clara... Traitor! You will pay that back twice!'

"You are looking bad, Chris. Shall we go back to the infirmary... or not?" The girl asked.

"No, thanks. I need to go back to the academy hall for the magical assessment again." Chris replied to that woman, and he left her to go to the academy hall.

As he walked, Chris had sworn in his heart. 'One day... All of you who had trampled on me. You shall repay that twice with the price of the death. Still, death is a mercy to you all. It will be too easy for them.'

He clenched his fist. Thus, he looked at the walls, and he punched the wall, 'I'm back from the death! None shall be able to trample on me anymore! I will take life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot, burn for burn. None of them who trampled and betrayed me shall live leisurely!'

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