First Years and Origins

"Welcome to Alfion Academy for young sorcerers and practitioners, I am Baron Adriel Rahl Alfion but within the academy you must call me Headmaster Alfion."

Adriel looked at the hundreds of faces before him and could not help but cringe inside.

One hundred orphans, whose ages were between thirteen and fourteen, stood inside the great and pristine walls of the entrance to the palatial academy scared witless.

They had all been told to follow this young man who looked a little older than them to their new home but they were all lead into a dark forest in the dead of the night then suddenly whisked away to a new location where a grand palace and vast land stood.

As if this alone was not enough to terrify them, little winged creatures the size of their thumbs were floating around them insistently while large birds and beasts with terrifying roars dominated the cloudy skies above them as if warning possible intruders of their preordained death should they act atrociously here.

Some of these orphans had only met today but they all stood closely, huddled together as if they were womb mates all their life.

Adriel sighed. It was the fault of the systems!

He had been reborn into the mystical world of Avalon and was a noble citizen of the Malhem Empire. He was a fabled transmigrator.

"I understand that this may seem scary but I promise you that one day, you will look back on today and laugh." Adriel acted his best and smiled to make his words less threatening but when he smiled...the children shuddered.

To them, this handsome young man was a demon. Demons were known to have silver hair and red eyes. Adriel had long silver hair and amber eyes hidden behind small circular rose tinted glasses with golden frames. He wore black robes with blood red lining and golden embroidery.

'Ugh,forget it.' Adriel thought as he straightened his back and immediately got rid of his smile.

"You have been chosen to study at this school for six years. You will be given badges as proof of your identity and will receive white robes as proof of your first year status. You will have one year divided into two semesters.

"If you still want to leave after the first semester then so be it but if you do not then you will come and sign a contract before the second semester begins. Until then, you will live, learn and train here. The faeries will take you to your dorms to change and get settled. Dinner will be in an hour."

With that, Adriel teleported to his office in the school.

[Ding! congratulations on completing your mission and accepting a hundred new students you have received *300 years worth of cultivation, [Divine] rank garden and five [Purple] grade puppets.]

Without blinking or caring, Adriel continued.

"System sign-in"

[Ding! Sign-in successful, you have received [Divine] grade *Fountain of Apollo.]

Without missing a beat, Adriel continued.

"System, draw."

[Ding! Draw successful. You have received [Purple] grade book *Principles of Magic.]

Adriel sighed. Only the three hundred year reward was useful to him.

The fountain of Apollo was an artefact that drew astral power to create water that could raise one's talents and qualifications while the puppets would do whatever he told them but his talents were already [God] grade thanks to previous rewards from the system and the fae were already taking care of the day to day tasks of the school. The puppets would be less useful.

As for the garden, he had already drawn a lot of such and similar things before and used them to prop up the aesthetic of the school.

What he really wanted was power to stand on top of the world not become the headmaster of a bunch of children but this is something, he had agreed to when he got the systems.

[Welcome to Myriad Systems: A hive conscious dedicated to the preservation and continuation of lost civilisations. When a universe dies, fragments of its consciousness joins the myriad bringing the knowledge and resources of its most advanced civilisations with it.

The goal of the Myriad is to boost the host's strength and pass on the inheritance of other civilisations so they can never be lost.

Beings with extreme emotion and motivation awaken the Myriad and thus our systems choose their host through their need and their environment.

You have been selected as a host for three different systems due to the strength of your soul. The ability to be reincarnated and still retain your memories is proof of this. We wish you the best of luck in your pursuits.

Sincerely,

the Myriad.]

[Ding! Welcome to the Divine Expert training system! Do you wish to bind?]

[Ding! Welcome to the Divine Sign-in system! Do you wish to bind?]

[Ding! Welcome to the Divine Lucky draw system! Do you wish to bind?]

This was the fateful message he received five years ago on his tenth birthday. He had reawakened his memories after ten years of being a Ducal family's eighth son.

One would think being born into a powerful and grand family would be great but for ten years, as the eighth who would inherit nothing, he was often bullied and harassed.

When one is born a noble, they are not part of a family but a large chain of power and control, this chain could only be as strong as its weakest link. As an eighth, with average talent among his siblings, Adriel felt pain and sorrow but with the reemergence of his memories, his pain became transcendent.

He realised, he was stuck in a primitive medieval fantasy world whose only redeeming quality was magic but magic was not exclusive to humans. There were dozens of races and beasts that had access to it. War was rampant and tyranny was normal. One's right to live was a daily fight.

When Adriel begin to practice both magic and swordsmanship through the system, he realised how backward, the magic of this world was, the highest rank anyone reached was that of [Great] while there were four ranks above that and more above those.

Adriel knew that in three years, he would be powerful enough to beat down the dragons who were the apex of the mortal world but to him, were winged lizards with impure bloodlines.

Hence, he did not change how he lived his life after awakening the system.

Fight for glory? Never, given his age, he was five years from leaving the Dukedom as an adult, any achievements he made would only bring glory to the Dukedom and the rewards would trickle down.

Although he understood that if he showed adequate talent, the family would began to fawn over him but he had no desire to be chained to people so vicious. This was the way of the world, that was fine, Adriel had no ill feelings towards them but he had no kind feelings either.

Fight to become heir? The system was too good. He would become the target of many outside forces and problems within his own family, who would wonder how this boy was able to turn from coal into gold so quickly. So he built his strength in silence for five years.

On his fifteenth birthday, having been recognised as an adult, he was asked to leave the dukedom.