Isaac lay in his mother’s embrace, his large, dark eyes staring at the ceiling of the room in complete silence. His small hands gripped his mother’s soft fingers. The atmosphere around them was calm, only the sound of his mother’s soothing breaths and the rustling of the wind entering through the window gaps. The simple room was filled with the aroma of spices and cinnamon, signaling the warmth surrounding him.
Yet, within Isaac, a much more complex feeling echoed. His body felt fragile—too fragile. Like a shell too thin to bear any weight. There was no longer the strength that once resided within him, the demonic power that flowed like an unstoppable river. Now, he was just a baby, trapped in the body of a weak human.
"What happened to me? Why can’t I... remember?" he thought, his eyes moving quickly as if searching for answers amidst layers of fading memories. There was no answer. Only silence, which seemed to press in harder.
"Issac, darling, are you okay?" his mother’s gentle voice broke the silence. She smiled, though there was doubt in her gaze. Isaac knew she could feel the anxiety hidden behind that smile. "You seem a bit restless."
Isaac stared at her, trying to offer a small smile—even though it was incredibly hard to move his lips, let alone express anything more than confusion. "Mmm..." he muttered, almost sounding like a sigh, but his mother continued softly.
"Are you uncomfortable, darling? I’ll call your father."
Isaac closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm himself. Frustration almost overwhelmed him—every time he wanted to move, this human body couldn’t keep up. Yet, he knew he had to remain calm. There was no point in struggling. He had to observe. Learn.
When his mother left the room, Isaac heard the heavy sound of footsteps. It was his father, the knight. Isaac turned towards the door, his small eyes following the large figure entering the room. His father wore body armor made of metal, though not as grand as the legendary knights. His stern face looked weary, but there was pride in his eyes.
"Issac, my son," his father's deep voice reached Isaac’s ears. Isaac knew that voice could not be mistaken—it belonged to a strong man, though this human world had not given him many opportunities to showcase his strength. Isaac could feel the firmness in his father’s body, even as just an observer.
His father sat beside the bed, then carefully lifted Isaac, bringing him close to his chest with full protection. "It’s okay, Isaac. Daddy is here." His rough hand held Isaac’s small body gently.
Isaac felt the warmth of his father’s body. There was something different about this closeness—something he had never felt before. Affection. Even though he was trapped in this fragile human body, he began to feel a deeply foreign emotion. But that feeling wasn’t weakness—Isaac knew this warmth was a tool, another weapon that would be useful later.
"I hope you grow strong, my son," his father whispered. Isaac felt his father’s lips gently touch his head, and it had a far greater impact than he expected. Inside, Maximus—or whatever was left of him—felt something stronger than anger or pride. There was a sense of duty, a deep recognition of this world and those around him.
His father scooped his hand under Isaac’s belly, trying to calm him. "You’ll grow into a great knight someday, I’m sure of it."
Isaac stared at his father with a vacant gaze—but inside, there was a question that kept swirling. How can I control this body? How can I return?
Days passed like this. Isaac, despite being in such a weak body, continued to observe. He studied every movement of his father, watching how the knight practiced with the long, heavy sword. In this frail baby body, he felt the desire to lift a weapon again, to feel the power that once flowed within him. But this human body provided no space for that—he could only watch and take notes, memorizing every detail, every strategy performed by those around him.
As Isaac began to learn to crawl, his body felt incredibly fragile, as if his bones would break. Every movement was a struggle, and no one could help him—only himself and the harsh world around him.
"I must be patient. This is only the beginning. I need to understand everything perfectly. This power won’t come quickly. But I will get it back," Isaac thought in the silence.
His mother, seeing Isaac’s efforts, smiled warmly. "Look at him, Father. He’s starting to crawl!" she exclaimed proudly, though Isaac knew his mother didn’t understand how fierce the inner battle was within him.
Isaac could only squirm slightly, feeling how weak his body was. Yet, in his heart, there was an unfinished promise—a promise to rise again, to reclaim the power he once had.
And this new world, with all its weaknesses and limitations, would become his next battlefield.
Isaac lay on the thin blanket spread out on the wooden floor, his eyes tightly shut. The moonlight filtered through the gaps in the old wooden window, casting a light that seemed unable to penetrate the fog of his thoughts. The frustration that had once overwhelmed him slowly crept back, though he tried to hold it back.
Why... why is this body so weak? he thought, massaging his aching temples.
The human body that once felt so fragile, even for moving a finger, now reminded Isaac of his limitations. The memory of the demonic power that once flowed within him felt like a forgotten dream.
He looked at his small, fragile hands, the fingers that could no longer hold a sword firmly. "I used to be able to destroy an entire city in the blink of an eye... now?" Isaac stared at the palm of his hand with frustration. "This is all I have?"
Outside, the wind whistled softly, breaking the silence of the night. Isaac took a deep breath. Over the past few months, he had focused on understanding his body, on feeling something more than just the human physique. But every time he tried to summon mana, his body rejected it.
Mana? Where is it... in this human world... where are you hiding? he thought.
Yet, the despair only lasted for a moment. Isaac knew that, despite this fragile body, he still possessed Maximus's sharp mind, one that did not easily give up. The desire to reclaim his strength drove him forward. He saw his father, a knight who wasn’t a legend but was full of life experience, training every day. His father ran into the forest to hone his physical toughness, striking tree trunks with a wooden sword.
"Father!" Isaac called out, his body trembling, though the sound was weak. But his father, with eyes full of determination, didn’t hear him right away.
He bit his lip, frustrated. "This isn’t how it’s done," he muttered inwardly. Isaac stared out the window, trying to calm his mind. Even though he couldn’t run as far as his father, he knew there was another kind of power he could master.
As he gazed at the quiet night sky, Isaac began to take deeper breaths. Stop thinking about the past. You are no longer Maximus. You are just Isaac… Isaac who must find his own way.
He slowly sat up, his body slightly trembling from weakness. The sun had set, and the night was growing deeper. Isaac tried again, not with strength, but with calmness. He tried to feel the movement of energy within himself, though it was faint.
Not mana… not the demonic magic I knew…
In the silence, there was a sensation he began to feel. A flow of energy, so subtle it was almost imperceptible, but gradually growing clearer. Something flowed through him, not like the magic he had once mastered, but something more fundamental.
“I... can feel it,” Isaac whispered softly, his eyes tightly shut. He felt something greater than mere power. It wasn’t just mana. It was life. It was the vital energy flowing with every breath, every heartbeat.
From outside, his father's booming voice called out. "Isaac! Come on, it’s time to train!"
Isaac took a long breath, trying to calm himself. Don’t let frustration take over. This isn’t an easy path, but I know... I can do it.
Slowly, Isaac pulled his body from the bed and began to crawl out of the room, making his way through the dark hallway. His legs felt heavy, almost unable to carry the weight of his weak body. Yet, each step was an effort. Each step was a form of belief.
Suddenly, his mother’s voice came from the dining room. "Isaac, where are you? Your father is going out again, do you want to join?"
Isaac paused for a moment, staring at the dining room door with a hint of anxiety. In his heart, there was a strong desire to stay with his mother, who always gave him unconditional love. But he knew, this wasn’t the time to keep relying on them. I need to stand on my own.
"I... I’m fine, Mom," he replied in a soft voice, though his heart was filled with confusion. Isaac had begun to understand that this world, though full of limitations, offered opportunities to anyone willing to try.
Outside, his father started running toward the forest quickly. Isaac knew that every movement of his father’s body was a valuable lesson. He stared out the window, bit his lip, and began moving carefully.
This is where Isaac learns, in a world that is not his own, in a body that is not his own. But he still holds the reins. I will find this power, even if I have to start from the ground up.
Slowly, Isaac's steps became more certain. He didn’t know what would happen next, but he knew one thing for sure—the journey had only just begun.

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Episode 57: The Purpose of the Attack—To Awaken the Former Overlord
Amid the scattered ruins and the thick metallic scent of blood mixing with hot smoke, Isaac stood frozen. His breath was ragged, but his eyes remained locked on the ancient scroll clenched tightly in his hand. The worn parchment trembled at his fingertips, as if demanding his full attention.The writing upon it was no ordinary script—twisting symbols that shimmered red and black flowed in an ancient demonic language, one that only a handful of beings could comprehend. But for Isaac, it was all too familiar, etched into his mind like the shadows of a past he could never escape.“This… this isn’t just a guide to a ritual,” he muttered hoarsely. “It’s a roadmap… full instructions… to resurrect me—Maximus Bloodthorn.”A sudden weight pressed on his chest. His body trembled—not from cold or fear, but from a surge of overwhelming emotions. Anger, confusion, fear, and… amusement.Isaac took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm in his mind. “How ironic… all this time I’ve fought so hard to
Episode 56: Academy in Chaos
The sky above Avalon Academy suddenly turned pitch black. Dark clouds swirled silently, as if being drawn in by something far more massive than an ordinary storm. The moon and stars vanished instantly, making the world seem as though it had lost its breath. The wind halted. Time stood still. A suffocating silence fell.Isaac, still reeling from pain across his body after the battle in the underground ruins, lifted his head and looked up. His sharp eyes caught sight of a massive crack splitting the sky, emerging from the direction of the academy’s main gate.“Wait, what is that?” Isaac muttered, his voice hoarse but alert.He held his breath as a thunderous boom echoed, shaking the ground and the ancient stone walls of Avalon Academy. At once, he felt a strange wave of energy spreading—like the protective aura that had long shielded the academy was now cracking and slowly falling apart.“This… can’t be happening,” whispered a student near Isaac—a blond-haired teen who had been his close
Episode 55: The Sacrificial Ritual Begins
The night air felt heavy, pressing against the chests of anyone who dared approach the ancient ruins on the forest's edge. A thin mist blanketed the rocky ground, and a cold wind slithered through the cracks in the crumbling stone walls. This was where the Order of Maledictus had chosen to begin their forbidden ritual.Isaac stood behind a large tree, eyes narrowed as he watched the massive magic circle glowing blood-red. The low, repetitive chant shattered the silence, sending vibrations through the air. Before him, the Order’s members, clad in black robes adorned with terrifying ancient symbols, moved in hypnotic rhythm.He brushed his chin slowly, suppressing the bitter heat burning in his chest. “This is more than just a regular ritual…” Isaac thought. “If they succeed, it won’t just be the academy that falls. This world… could be annihilated.”Beside him, Elena, a loyal member of his alliance, gripped her magic staff tightly. Her face was tense, but her sharp eyes remained alert.
Episode 54: Lucian Reveals His Involvement
The evening sky blurred, leaving a faint orange glow shimmering behind the large window of Avalon Academy’s training room. Inside the quiet chamber, only the hiss of wind slipping through window cracks and the soft ticking of an old clock could be heard. The dim light cast dramatic shadows on the two figures sitting across from each other.Isaac stared sharply at the man before him. Lucian von Drazel, with jet-black hair neatly combed, wore a perfectly tailored black robe; his face was stern and calculating. His cold eyes radiated something unreadable, like a deep ocean hiding a storm.Lucian took a deep breath and began speaking in a low, calm voice.“I know this is hard to believe, Isaac. But all this time, I’ve been more than just a rival hungry for victory.” He leaned back in his chair, locking eyes with Isaac.“I’ve also been watching the Maledictus Order. They’re deeper and more dangerous than you think.”Isaac furrowed his brow, narrowing his eyes. “So you stayed silent all thi
Episode 53: Facing the Spies at the Academy
The air at Avalon Academy felt increasingly heavy. A thin mist hung low among the ancient stone buildings, carrying the scent of dampness and stale magical dust. Beneath the spires and gloomy stained-glass windows, Isaac moved swiftly through the eastern corridor, wearing a loose gray robe. His shadow stretched along the wall, fractured by the lazy flickering of torchlight.He stopped abruptly.Someone was following him.He saw no one when he looked back, but the air... moved. A faint rustle. A breath held too long. Isaac clenched the notebook hidden within his robe.“They’ve started moving...” he thought. “Too soon.”He decided to turn sharply toward the underground stairway. The walls were beginning to sweat with moisture. The slick stones beneath his boots forced him to slow down. But in this darkness, he felt more at ease—more like his true self.Suddenly, from behind a thick pillar, a student appeared. A young man with neatly combed black hair and an expressionless face.“Isaac A
Episode 52: Chased by a Shadowy Figure
Isaac's steps halted behind an old stone pillar now overgrown with moss. His breath caught in his throat, his back pressed against the cold, damp wall of the academy's underground corridor. The faint glow from the aged magic stones embedded in the walls provided only dim light—enough to see a shadow’s outline, but not enough to recognize any face.“Damn… What was that just now? That wasn’t a guard. Not normal magic. But why does it feel like… I’m being hunted by the night itself?” Isaac thought, still holding his breath.His heart pounded fast, though his face remained calm. He wiped sweat from his temple with the sleeve of his robe. His tall, lean figure blended perfectly into the shadows. His usually messy dark brown hair now clung to his forehead with sweat. His eyes, sharp and ever-watchful, scanned the corridor ahead.Then, a scraping sound.Isaac tensed.Someone—no, something—was still following him.From the dark corridor came the sound of heavy breathing—inhuman. It didn’t com
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