Black clover : What? Me! a Magic Knight ? Damn no ,I’ll be a Mahou

Narrator's POV

"Stop whining and follow me!"

The man speaking in a tired tone was named Mark Thomson. He was a single father living in the United States, specifically in the state of Texas.

"Stop whining?? YOU EMBARRASSED THE HELL OUT OF ME!" Elie replied, clearly angry.

The two were coming back from a party, or more precisely, Mark had gone to pick up Elie from a party since it was extremely late.

Unfortunately, he had prevented his son from becoming a man. It was a situation that had made their interaction explosive.

"You're too young for this shit anyway, you might've done something stupid."

Mark wasn't saying this for nothing. He had clearly observed that his 15-year-old son hadn't protected himself. He knew better than his son how dangerous women could be.

"I've had enough, I'm sleeping at mom's tonight!" As Elie was quickly moving away from Mark, he wasn't paying attention to what was in front of him.

*Bam* Sound of collision

"Can't you watch where you're going, you little bastard?"

A tall man, accompanied by about ten people, immediately scolded Elie while his companions were hastily picking up strange bags from the ground.

"Sorry, I..." Elie picked up a bag intending to help, but it was slightly damaged and white powder fell out.

There was silence.

The group of men and the teenager faced each other for a few seconds before the imposing man in front of Elie slightly pulled out his weapon.

"You've seen enough, kid." There was hesitation in his voice and gaze, but Elie could see that he had already made a decision.

"Grab him!" No sooner had the man uttered these words than his friends tried to immediately seize Elie.

*Slash*

Elie had lived with friends who were involved with gangs, he knew that if these people took him, his family would only find his lifeless body.

He immediately took the initiative and attacked the imposing man with his cutter. It was a wise decision as the man hadn't been able to react quickly enough to fully draw his weapon and shoot.

Blood began to flow on the sidewalk, Elie's cutter was lodged in the man's carotid artery.

This act surprised the friends of the imposing individual who were about to capture Elie. They never would have believed that a teenager would be crazy enough to attack an armed person with a cutter.

"Damn, he killed John!" A man with a Mexican accent spoke in a clearly angry tone.

The others began to pull out various weapons and rushed towards Elie, who started to flee. The altercation turned into a chase between young Elie and the suspicious individuals.

As Elie entered an alley, he found himself facing a dead end. A classic situation he never thought he'd experience.

"You little piece of shit, you killed our buddy!" declared a man wearing a dust mask and a hooded sweatshirt.

"Wait, I don't want any trouble!" Elie tried to plead. He had tried to keep his calm, but fear couldn't be hidden for long by the young man.

He knew he had been able to injure the other man by chance and the element of surprise, but things were different now.

"John just wanted to scare you a bit so you wouldn't spill the beans, but you killed him..." The individuals approached after one of them had briefly explained their initial intentions.

'Shit, I should have followed dad and not run off to sleep at mom's.'

Elie mentally cursed his decision to have fled, but it was already too late for regrets. Death's embrace was slowly tightening around him.

*Bam* Sounds of gunfire.

After the first shot, the suspicious men retaliated in turn. Unfortunately for them, the man shooting at them had more experience than they did in using weapons.

"Are you okay?" Mark came out from a dark corner of the alley, his expression blank.

Elie had never seen his father with such an appearance. He had always seen him as a fan of anime and cartoons, but also as an ordinary middle-aged man.

He never would have believed that his father knew how to use a weapon, let alone that he was capable of killing without flinching.

"Y... yes, I'm sorry." He wanted to say more, but he felt his father's tender embrace.

"It's not your fault. Your old man prevented you from losing your virginity, haha!" Mark tried to lighten the atmosphere.

*Bam* Sounds of gunfire.

"BASTARD, I'm taking... you with me!" A man on the ground fired three times into Mark's back.

He didn't stop out of compassion; he simply couldn't shoot anymore because of blood loss, and his blood-filled lungs were slowly preventing him from breathing.

"DAD!!" Elie desperately clung to his father's collapsing body.

"Sorry, son... I wasn't up to the task." Mark had so many things to say or do, but his body no longer obeyed his orders.

He could feel death's icy cold enveloping him, but the face of his usually rebellious son shedding tears for him, screaming incomprehensible things, made him smile despite his fear of death.

'I mustn't let this brat have a bad image of me, he's seen enough bad things tonight.'

Mark had grown up in an extremely religious house and environment while being an atheist himself. He hadn't suffered physical abuse.

He was just a child starved for attention, and that had led him to take a dark path for a good part of his life. Despite his virtuous origins, he had been involved with gangs and done things he wasn't proud of now.

Elie's birth was due to an extremely drunken night where he ended up impregnating a stripper. It was surprisingly the only best thing that had happened to him.

Lysa might have been a stripper, but she wasn't entirely a prostitute. They ended up living together as roommates since she didn't want to abort and Mark agreed with this decision because of his background.

After a few years of living together and taking care of Elie, the two finally fell in love, but unfortunately...

Mark's dangerous lifestyle didn't please Lysa, who had given him an ultimatum: it was him and Elie or his lifestyle.

Mark had hesitated a lot. He hadn't pursued long studies and didn't know how he would take care of Lysa and Elie's needs without the gangs.

He didn't want to risk the unknown, but he wanted to stay with Lysa.

During this period, Lysa had met a rich man named Alexander Smith in the grocery store where she worked after quitting her job as a stripper.

It was like love at first sight for Alexander. He had courted Lysa for months while Mark was still undecided and busy with his gang.

In the end, she had asked for a divorce. She didn't want his dirty money, just to leave with Alexander and Elie.

Of course, Mark had refused to abandon Elie, and fortunately for him, Alexander didn't seem very interested in raising another man's child.

Years had passed. He had been able to use his savings to finish his university studies and get a decent job as an accountant in a small company. He had been able to raise Elie until now.

'Haha, I'm sure Lysa will be happy to learn that her bastard ex-husband died in the street... that's where I belong in the end.'

Mark's eyes slowly closed. He really hoped that the God his parents prayed to existed.

He wanted Him to be the new father of his son. He had only him as his most precious possession and he didn't want him to take the same path as him.

"Please... watch over... El..." He couldn't pronounce the name of the only success in his life.

...

(Divine realm of the god of transmigration)

"Interesting, no matter what method is used, this soul refuses to abandon its past attachments to accept its new life," muttered Rodcorte, the God of Transmigration.

He was the being who managed an infinite number of souls in a perpetual cycle of reincarnation. Today, Rodcorte had come across a flaw in his system established for eons.

A mortal soul simply refused to abandon its memories, which was starting to make the system bug.

"What should I do with you..." Rodcorte could just force a reincarnation, but he had recently had a problem with this idea.

The individual currently named as subject D-01 was suffering enormously in the "Origin" world. He deeply regretted having led the situation to this disaster.

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"I can't keep him here either... I know, I'll talk to him and if he still refuses reincarnation, then I'll make him my angel."

Anyway, Rodcorte was extremely bored in his divine space. He had made his transmigration system largely semi-automatic.

It would be convenient for him to have an angel around. He had heard that some gods had heroic spirits to perform certain tasks.

In the end, Rodcorte just had to check a few times if there were irregularities like the soul in front of him. So his work wasn't really enormous.

After making his decision, he invoked magic circles to allow the unknown soul to regain its senses in order to discuss, but also to obtain general information about the situation.

"Hello, young Mark. As you already know, I am Rodcorte, the god of transmigration or reincarnation, if you prefer."