The Third Return of the Necrotic Magic Swordsman

Just as Evan began to teleport, an unforeseen event occurred. Previously, he had escaped from the Blue Star without issue, as the planet was fully assimilated with external mana. However, this time, perhaps One and Grim—the two thrones out of ten—failed to account for something, leading to significant complications.

Evan was meant to be separated from his body, which would be preserved in a teleportation relic until his return to Earth. But this time, a problem arose just as he was about to be transferred from his planet. His body was suspended in the void for a few milliseconds, causing irreparable destruction. His body was too fragile to withstand even a moment in the void, subjecting him to an agonizing ordeal.

His soul was on the brink of annihilation in the void when the teleportation process stabilized, allowing him to escape.

Now, Evan faced two outcomes: the unfortunate destruction of his body in the void, and the fortunate resilience of his soul, which remained intact but weakened—a condition that would heal as he embarked on his journey.

He was still in shock, unable to recall entering this state during teleportation, and though he didn’t understand why, he decided to inquire if they remembered it.

If someone wonders why it’s taking so long, they should understand that he is traveling from his cosmos to another, navigating through different levels of voids. The items were utilized to ensure his safe teleportation from one place to another, free from interference, as there are many dangers lurking within the voids.

After what felt like minutes or perhaps hours—since time was indefinable here—he sensed his entry into a different existence, possibly the cosmos he aimed for. In seconds, he found himself drawn into a vessel, presumably the body he was about to inhabit.

Minutes later, he settled into his new form. Ready to embark on his journey, he opened his eyes to survey his surroundings, and what he saw astonished him.

Upon transferring into the new body, his first action was to check himself. After all, he recalled a novel where the main character accidentally ended up in a girl’s body due to a mishap, a fate he was eager to avoid.

He then surveyed his surroundings and found himself in a small room, reminiscent of his previous one, albeit with items scattered in different locations.

He was engulfed in nostalgia, pondering whether his life would change after arriving here, yet perhaps destiny had other plans for him.

As he glanced around the room, a sudden numbness overtook his brain, signaling the imminent event. He swiftly grabbed a pillow, stuffed it into his mouth as forcefully as possible, and lay on the bed, bracing for the impact.

Ah, the familiar aftermath of transmigration, which you seem to have forgotten. Well, let me enlighten you. It’s the memory integration phase, dear fast reader—if that’s what you are; if not, never mind.

He was on the verge of receiving the memories as Evan’s soul assumed control of the body, while the original soul was integrated—or devoured, if you will—unknowingly by him.

This wasn’t the first time; his soul had already consumed three innocent souls, claiming their bodies. Perhaps they were freed to live anew.

The process commenced, and the man’s entire life unfolded and embedded itself in Evan’s mind as if he had lived those eighteen years himself.

The ordeal was mentally exhausting, yet inescapable. Without it, he would be a complete outsider here.

Rising from the bed, he gathered his thoughts about his newfound knowledge. He began to feel as though his entire existence in the Blue Star was an illusion, and this reality was the truth. However, he knew this was merely a transient thought that would soon pass.

He decided to see his new face and walked towards the mirror. Not finding it there, he remembered he was in a new world and proceeded to the bathroom.

The bathroom was smaller than his own in the Blue Star.

As he contemplated its size, his gaze fell upon the mirror, revealing the face of a boy he now considered his own. Initially, he couldn’t recognize himself and almost thought it was someone else, but the blending memories in his mind were taking effect, and with time, he began to accept the reflection as his own.

The boy in the mirror had brown hair and the same eye color as his previous body, and coincidentally, the facial structure was similar, albeit slightly altered, or perhaps it was the memory mix-up that made it seem so. Unsure, he set those thoughts aside and began examining his entire body, accepting that this was the form he would inhabit until his end, especially since his original body was, regrettably, beyond repair.

This guy’s body wasn’t highly trained but was quite decent compared to his original body. This kid had been living in a world brimming with mana since birth, and even the mother who bore him possessed mana.

However, the real issue was that this guy didn’t have a trace of mana in his body, possibly because he hadn’t undergone his awakening. Perhaps Evan was fortunate that today was the day he was supposed to awaken, but Evan intervened and took control of his body.

-- To be continued --

A/N: Hello, guys! I hope you enjoy the chapter. Bye, and take care.