"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." 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 child, 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. [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?]