Loser's redo: Transmigration in a novel

A middle aged man with white beard walked into the auditorium room along with his son. He had normal stature with muscles bulging here and there, he wore a dress belonging to that of a commoner.

The middle aged man smiled harmlessly, making anyone seeing it let their guard down. But leaving a few people no one knew that he was a cold hearted person, who killed anyone without blinking an eye.

Zick looked at the middle aged man turning his head. With his dragon eyes, he could easily see through the artifact which hid his real appearance. In his eyes, a man looking to be in his 30s with brown hair and eyes appeared.

'Keshein Zeiwer' This was his real name.

He was one of the characters who's death was caused by Aeiron. He was killed by a master swordsman and peak rank mage, he actually had myriads of artifacts which could be used to fight, which he collected as a hobby.

Artifacts are items that can effect anyone at the level of master.

Zick waited for him to take a seat first before getting up himself. Keshein came to the academy to let his son enrol in it and make some connections. He didn't know that his cover had already been seen through.

The artifact he wore was very strong, it could even hide from the senses of a master swordsman. Which let him have a peace of mind, he himself was a master assassin so he was confident in running away even if found out.

'This is the best time for me to talk to him.' Zick reached the father and son duo, who were seated on one of the middle row seats. He sat beside Keshein without any hesitation.

Keshein felt his heart jump looking at Zick, he wasn't able to sense his presence at all. He still had a friendly smile but internally his wariness reached an all time high. He had already taken a lot of risk coming here, even though there was no need for it.

"I want to make a deal, Keshein" Zick spoke indifferently looking at him.

'He even knows my name....' Keshein calmed his beating heart and flashed a smile towards Zick. Slowly a thin layer of mana started covering them, stopping their voice from leaking out. As long as the other party wants to make a deal, he knows that the chances of him leaving here alive increases.

If he got stuck in the barrier, it would all be over.

He was even surprised seeing Zick's young age, but he believed in his sense which he had honed for many years, so he knew that without a doubt this person was stronger than him.

"What do you want?" A cold voice left his mouth opposite to the smile on his face, his son too looked at both of them squinting his eyes.

"Like I said, a deal, I want to buy slaves and monsters." Zick spoke his need directly, not hiding it. He waited for Keshein's answer.

"I see....As long as you keep mine and my son's identity a secret, I will accept any deal. How do I contact you then?" Keshein felt relieved seeing that Zick didn't come with the will of blackmailing him. If his identity was found out, many of his businesses would be found out. He even tactfully let his son still attend the academy, this way Zick held one of his weaknesses.

How could Zick start to blackmail him in their first meeting? He would ruin his relationship with him before it even started. But he still held one of Keshein's weaknesses, that was Keshein's son. He could always expose his identity in case of betrayal too.

"Send someone to the Melvix family mansion in Academic city to contact me." Saying this, Zick got up and started walking towards where he sat prior. There was nothing else for him to say other than this.

Hearing the word 'Melvix', Keshein felt complex emotions rising within him. His expression couldn't help but harden. Within these few seconds, he had already formed a plan on how to take care of Zick. Strength was not the only way that could be used to take care of him.

Keshein was actually going to threaten Zick using the fact that he made a deal with the underworld. But now it was all useless.

Even if Keshein spread this information, so what?

What could anyone do to Zick who was an heir of the Melvix family? Absolutely nothing!

The Melvix family is known and accepted as the strongest, in terms of military. No one would want to go and offend such a force.

'This is bad, I don't hold the initiative anymore.' Now Keshein could only take safety measures for his businesses and try to maintain a friendly relation with Zick, until he finds another one of his weaknesses.

'I see the rumours that he was a master swordsman were true too.' It was hard for Keshein to accept this information before, he had his doubts about it. But now he knew that it was actually the truth.

Becoming a master swordsman at the age 15, it was unbelievable to anyone.

"Father, who is he?" Keshein's son, Garrel asked, seeing his father silent.

"A customer and try to keep a good relationship with him." Keshein didn't say anything else. He was lost in his own thoughts.

Garrel eyes shined hearing the word customer. He looked at Zick's receding figure closely.

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'Keshein would contact me very soon according to his personality. He didn't like to waste his time and took care of matters swiftly in the .' Feeling relaxed, Zick sat on the seat comfortably. With this, one of his problem can be said to be solved.

'Now I have accomplished my goal for coming here.' Zick wasn't much interested in the party. He only wanted to get to know his class, even though that was somewhat predictable. He was also a little curious if the other people mentioned in the appeared.

And lastly there is a reason attending this auditorium was compulsory. This was when the cadets would get to choose their courses.

Attending the party wasn't compulsory, the cadets and other people could just go there to get to know each other if they wanted to.

Slowly the auditorium got filled with many cadets and their parents. Making the whole auditorium full of voices, some cadets quickly became friends with each other.

Not many people came near Zick, with him sitting at the last row.

In that instant, The chairman of the academy, Vancenin derspea, appeared above the podium with bright blue light.

The whole auditorium became silent seeing her, they looked at the podium curiously. More and more blue light shone upon the podium, and the other professor also appeared.

Zick looked at the podium too, but suddenly he could see Vancenin looking at him, she looked right at his eyes, before turning away. It was only for a second but she looked right at him without a doubt.

This surprised Zick a little, but he could already think of a reason why she would do that.

It was the first time in the history for a master swordsman to attend the academy, since the day it was founded after all.