IN A DESERTED and barren alley, two people were present: a dying young man who was laying on the ground and an old man waiting for the death of the other. The former was Jadren, the young master of Hlezel Family; burns, bloods, and bruises were all over his body. At this moment, he was hardly catching his breath; tears were seemingly endless as it continuously flowed out from his eyes.

"Be grateful, as you are fated to protect the Land of Lahell," the grinning old man who was staring at Jadren said; he was the culprit behind Jadren's miserable state.

"Curse on you!" Jadren could only helplessly say it in his mind; he didn't have any strength left to open his mouth. "How I wish I was stronger..."

Jadren could feel that he only had a minute or so 'till his life would come to an end; the thought made him cry harder. He was a good man and was cautious on his every move, so he was confident that he offended no one. Regarding on what he had done to deserve his death, he had no clue. However, he had no choice right now, but to embrace his fate.

"Well, I guess this is the end for me... I just hope the best for my family," were Jadren's last thoughts.

Under the moonlight, with a pitiful smile, the young master of Hlezel Family breathed his last. Base on the severity of Jadren's wounds and how broken his mana core was, any wizard would be able to tell that the brave man met an unfortunate end while fighting for his life against someone who was out of his league.

After the old man, who was responsible for the murder, verified the young man's death, he immediately carried Jadren on his shoulder. With the 20th Wind: Flight, he flew across the sky along with the dead body. While travelling, the old man raised his altitude to the highest even if it would cost him a lot of mana. The reason being, if he wouldn't do it, the wizards who protected the Land of Lahell — Order of Lahell — might take notice of his presence and that would be trouble.

In the middle of the air, as Jadren's body was being carried like a bag of sand, dots of color lime suddenly started to appear everywhere in his physique; bit by bit, the dots consumed the dead body. While this happened, the old man suddenly felt that his mana was being drained at an insane speed. He paid no attention to it as he thought it was due to the altitude of 20th Wind: Flight.

Deciding to take a break, the old man descended from the sky. However, as his altitude got lower, instead of the mana consumption decreasing, it was instead doubled; the next second it tripled. He was alarmed, so he immediately landed to the nearest open area which was a forest. However, even though he retracted his magic, he could still feel that his mana was being exhausted.

A terrified expression could be seen from the old man; he became very vigilant to his surroundings, but he sensed nothing wrong. He did not understand what was happening, but he was certain of one thing: if the insane draining of his mana continued, his mana would be sucked dry, damaging his mana core which in return would threaten his life.

As the attention of the old man was drawn to his surroundings, he wasn't able to notice the changes that were happening to his victim's corpse. Jadren's body was now being covered in a strange light — to be specific, it was a lime light and it was gently caressing the young man's body.

Another peculiar thing about the light aside from its color was the fact that it was drawing every mana in the surrounding into it, including the old man's — in fact, the lime light was behind the depletion of the his mana. However, it was too late for the old man to realize it. As the shine of lime light intensified, so did the amount of mana it was consuming. The moment the lime light vanished, Jadren began breathing air again and the culprit behind his death coughed up blood and died from a broken mana core.

"Urgh!" Jadren groaned as he fell to the ground along with the old man.

What a sight to see! The young master of Hlezel Family miraculously came back to life! Anyone who would be given the opportunity to witness such an occasion would be left in astonishment. However, the person was no longer Jadren anymore, but Ryle, the promising genius from the Medical Division.

Ryle's last moment was when Equera, the jefe of Medical Division who he considered as his own mother, made him consume a pill that contained a potent poison. If Ryle wasn't quick enough to act and use 3rd Myriad Life: Transmigrate, his life would have ended. He barely completed the magic, but luck was on his side, because that was sufficient to cheat death.

The instant Ryle entered Jadren's body, an excruciating pain was continuously surging straight to his brain. It was the very first time that Ryle felt so much pain in his entire life — it was to the extent that he almost lost consciousness. As Ryle used his senses to examine his condition, he discovered that wounds were inflicted all over his current body.

"To transmigrate into an almost dead body, this is definitely the consequence of a barely completed 3rd Myriad Life," exclaimed Ryle to his mind.

Originally, 3rd Myriad Life: Transmigrate would allow a wizard to reborn as a baby in his next life, however since Ryle barely managed to perform the magic, he ended up being reborn in Jadren's body. On the other hand, Ryle was grateful enough; it didn't really matter in which body he was reborned, the important thing was him being alive.

Ryle then began checking for his mana as the young man wanted to know what kind of order should he do; if his mana reserves were enough, he could just use a higher order of healing to cure his wounds and if it wasn't, then he would use a middle or lower order. However, upon doing so, his expression turned dull.

Disappointed was not enough to describe Ryle's feelings; the body that he had right now not only had depleted mana reserves, but as well a mana core that was only the size of a fist. He could also feel that there were traces of myriad life on the mana core, which could only mean that it went through a repair. Ryle concluded that it was broken before he took over his predecessor's body and the 3rd Myriad Life fixed it.

The young man didn't know what to feel... did he just inherit the body of a cripple? With this mana core, he wouldn't be able to use even the lowest order of myriad life. Ryle let out an inward sigh; in his estimation, it would take his mana core an hour to have the fill needed to execute the 18th Healing: Stiches of Recuperation.

Ryle was helpless and couldn't do a thing, but wait as he lay on the ground with a sore body. Presently, he was pondering why did Equera poisoned him to death. The entire life that he lived his life as Ryle, third of it was spent with the jefe, Equera, so he was confident that he knew Equera more than anyone else, including Jeuf, Equera's lover and the jefe of Research Division.

A hundred percent certainty — that's how sure Ryle was that Equera would never betray him, that's why he was so full of questions at the moment. The look that Equera gave him as the consciousness of his former body vanished made him even more stunned — Equera was crying while embracing him. That act was unusual for someone who had done an act of betrayal!

Being angry at Equera never occurred to Ryle's mind even for a second, instead, he wanted answers, such as... Equera could have killed him instantly, but why did the jefe made him consume a poison where he would be able to react and use myriad life? Now that he thought about it, it looked like the jefe really wanted him to use 3rd Myriad Life.

Ryle brushed off his thoughts, there were so much questions going on in his mind right now, but there were things on hand that needed his attention the most: the healing of his wounds and understanding the situation of the current world. Ryle decided to look at the memory of his current body; aside from the fact that he needed the biography of his predecessor, there was also a need for him to understand what had become of the world.

Wasting no time, Ryle then started to immerse himself into the memories of his predecessor. Numerous images flashed into the young man's mind. It came to Ryle's knowledge that the 16-year-old body that he possessed right now is called Jadren Hlezel, the only child of the Hlezel Family. Nothing was really special with the household, just one of the military families in the Land of Lahell.

Families were classified into five: royal, noble, military, ordinary, peasant. Accordingly, the royal family held the greatest authority; slaves were the treated as their name suggested. The Hlezel Family belonging to the military family was because of Jadren's father being a wizard who was a member of the Order of Lahell.

Jadren was also a student of Sky Crane Academy, one of the prestigious wizard academy of the kingdom. It was his parents' efforts that led Jadren to his admission in the institution. His parents cherished him so much and had high hopes for him that they even willingly spent most of their wealth for Jadren's education.

Although Jadren was no genius at magic — being only able to wield fire and water magic — his parents wished for him to graduate from a prominent wizard university to have his future guaranteed. Wizards were valued highly by the kingdom, that's why Jadren's parents wanted him to become one.

"Jadren Hlezel... Jadren Hlezel..." Ryle kept mumbling the name inside his head; he wanted to memorize the name of his current indentity.

After having an idea of Jadren's identity, Ryle searched for the information of the continent in Jadren's memory. The continent was still named Arc Continent and the wizards was still in war with the Undead Race, however, there was no information about the Promised Kingdom where Ryle came from, instead the continent was divided into three kingdoms: Land of Lahell, Oblivion Kingdom, and Fartain's Domain; Jadren was a resident of the Land of Lahell.

The same was true when Ryle searched for the five divisions of the Promised Kingdom — the Medical Division, Research Division, Core Division, Mobility Division, and Tower Division — there were no information about the existence of them in his predessor's memory.

After putting more thought to it, Ryle convinced himself that maybe Jadren was just dumb enough to not be aware of the existence of the Promised Kingdom and its five divisions. The first thing that Ryle would do after his body healed would be to go to libraries and look for answers.