The One Called Merlin

Merlin felt ecstatic.

The power flowing through him was just as he had hoped. No, it even transcended his expectations.

'So, this is what it feels like… to be a god?'

He could see everything, even things that were hundreds of miles away. He could feel the world around him, down to the very elements that made everything up. The power that swirled within him seemed endless.

This was true power.

'Don't you worry, Jared. I'll use this body well. I'll even help you achieve your goals…'

The poor boy had always been a mere pawn in his plans. Ever since he was Lewis Griffith, he had been emotionally unstable—the perfect vessel he had needed.

However, for his slave to do his work with utmost dedication and urgency, he had to possess a false sense of authority. As a result, Merlin had convinced Jared that the latter was in control, which had made his ego as well as his efforts grow.