The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years

“Young master. The sun is setting.”

“Ah, is it that late already.”

At the librarian’s words, Jamie closed the book he was reading.

The book’s title was ‘flow and control of Mana’.

It was published in the current time and contained Mana breathing methods for beginners.

It wasn’t useful to him, but still, he read it to see if there was anything that had improved from the methods he learnt.

‘Mana breathing is not much different from the other books I read.’

He read a few books related to the same topic, but this seemed a little more detailed.

‘Is it dinner time?’

Three meals a day.

He got fed up with eating too.

Jamie headed to the dining room with weary steps.

And just as he arrived, Jamie frowned.

Someone was standing in front of the entrance.

Leaning back a little with folded arms, the man was looking at the dragon statue at the entrance.

“Indeed, Count Welton. This is just the entrance, but to bring in such a decorative artifact. And look how detailed it is. Haha.”

The voice of an old man.

Jamie turned around with a chuckle.

The first thing Jamie saw was the white beard that reached down to the navel.

And what he felt.

‘Now, this is a lot.’

A huge amount of Mana could be felt from the old man.

He was trying to control and hide as much as he could, but there was no way Jamie would be fooled.

The magician accumulated the Mana in his heart.

Which was probably why there was a strong Mana reaction near the heart. Despite that, the old man’s body felt like a Mana storm.

‘He should be at least in 7th class.’

Even his past self would’ve felt the power.

But why was such an old man here?

An intruder?

‘It would be rather difficult if he was an intruder.’

Sadly, the current Jamie lacked the power to stop the old man.

Which made him feel bitter.

First, he had to figure out who the opponent was.

Fortunately, the old man didn’t intend to attack right away.

It could mean that he wasn’t an enemy, or maybe because Jamie was a little child, he didn’t want to hurt him.

It was better for him to keep the innocent act on if he was an intruder.

Jamie, who thought so, decided to ask a question, but the old man was quicker.

“Are you the Count’s son?”

Wanting information.

A bluish light flashed across the old man’s cornea.

At that moment, Jamie felt like something was running over his body.

Analyzing his body.

But he didn’t respond.

It had been a long time since he felt that way, but that didn’t mean he had to respond to what the old man was doing.

Seeing Jamie like that, the old man grinned.

“A tiger’s child is a tiger, I guess.”

He didn’t like how the man’s words sounded like an evaluation.

Jamie asked.

“Who might you be?”

“Someone who can enter.”

“How did you get in here?”

“Aren’t you scared of this situation?”

“I am the heir to the Welton family.”

The old man’s eyes widened a little at that response.

Because it wasn’t an answer which would come from a boy of Jamie’s age.

At the old man’s reaction, Jamie sneered inside.

If he showed a clever reaction as a child, anyone would react like that.

“I don’t know who you are, but this isn’t a place that anyone can enter.”

Saying so, Jamie raised his Mana.

Regardless of whether he was an opponent, he had to show that he was the successor of the Welton family.

‘This old man, he seems to be acting like this on purpose.’

It didn’t seem like he was an intruder.

It wasn’t like he didn’t know who Count Welton was, nor was there any person who wouldn’t know who the Sword Master is, and nor was the old man acting like an intruder.

It was the attitude of testing the other.

It was very unpleasant, but it wouldn’t hurt to hit the arrogant man’s nose.

‘He doesn’t seem to know how painful it will be if he gets hit by me.’

Jamie concentrated his Mana at the tip of his index finger.

Seeing that, the old man admired.

‘I did hear a little about him, but to think that he was of this level.’

Is this really the amount of Mana a 7-year-old could handle?

His eyes narrowed.

The corners of his lips raised into a smile.

At first, he tried to figure out what kind of child he was and end it there.

Even if he was old, he was the curious kind.

And the old man’s curiosity got more and more stimulated.

‘Let’s try it out a little.’

The old man raised his finger.

Jamie’s eyes widened.

‘This man!!’

He saw the fingertips glow.

‘How dare he test me?!’

He knew that the old man was trying to test him.

But it was a test of how he reacted in such a situation, not a test of his abilities.

However, now, he was trying to test his magic powers.

Trying to test Diablo Volfir, who even brought down the Gods in the past!!

Fire. Wind. Compression. Rotation. Acceleration. Diffusion.

Complex calculation ran through his mind.

He was young in body, but his skills were at the peak.

[Fire Bullet]

A high heat bullet condensed in yellow and was accelerated by the wind.

A swirling counterclockwise rotation that increased the speed of penetration.

Straight line.

A trail of yellow light pierced the hallway leading to the dining room.

And when it reached the old man.

[Boom!]

Explosion!

It wasn’t a big one, but the flames that spewed out were enough to burn an ordinary person’s face.

However, Jamie was displeased.

‘Is this the amount of power I can generate now?’

The execution was perfect.

However, the current capabilities fell far shorter than what he thought.

This would definitely surprise the opponent, but the great Dark Magician inside him felt miserable.

Contrary to Jamie’s thoughts, the person who was hit by the magic was thinking something else.

‘Is this really something a 7-year-old can do?’

The old man was at a loss for words.

He pushed the smoke away.

‘It didn’t work.’

Jamie clicked his tongue, preparing for the next spell.

But the old man was faster.

“Still, you are a child.”

Fire magic circles were created in the air without any chanting.

Magic circle was a technique that required a lot of concentration. It needed combination, arrangement, balance of Mana, and attribute usage.

The beginner ones were easy, but the higher it gets, the more complicated it becomes, alongside a greater chance of failure.

However, each of the magic circles the old man unfolded were of different attributes.

And they were simultaneously unfolded without my preparation.

“Well, is it my turn now?”

The old man smiled playfully and stretched out his hand.

Without even carrying a tool which was a medium for Mana.

‘As annoying as this is, it is fine.’

He knew that the opponent was more skilled.

But this ability of the old man was beyond what he imagined.

However, Jamie didn’t avoid it.

He just looked at the old man’s face in a calm manner.

‘Ha, this little one is really something.’

Something.

No, he was a treasure.

The old man found something great in the boy.

However,

“This is the price you pay for attacking me.”

Despite all that, the punishment had to be imposed.

Five magic circles began to radiate light.

Mana swirled around as the hallway shook.

Swoosh!

Rough wind was moving around.

It was at that moment when the gust of wind blew.

Clang!

A single sword blew the magic, which came from five magic circles.

Jamie saw the broad back which covered him.

And the brown coat which flapped in the wind.

Just looking at it put unimaginable pressure on his body.

What power!

“You’ve gone too far.”

The slightly bent back was straightened.

Jamie thought that the man was amazing.

The old magician who saw him, called the man.

“Count Welton.”

The man who managed to come and stand in front of Jamie in an instant.

He is the Lord of the estate, the only Sword Master of the kingdom.

It was Count Welton.

He turned to look at his cute son.

“Are you okay?”

“… yes. I am fine.”

The Count smiled and nodded at his son’s words.

Then, with a stiff expression, he looked at the old man.

“We need to talk. Marquess Linmel.”

At that, the old man, called Marquess Linmel, looked at Jamie and burst into laughter.

“Hahahaha! We need to?”

“Marquess.”

“Count, I really envy you!”

Count Welton frowned at Marquess Linmel’s words.

“He is my son. And the heir to the Welton!”

“I know.”

Count Welton’s eyes grew cold at the old man’s response.

“Did you say you knew?”

“Calm down your temper. He is fine.”

“He is my son.”

The Count’s hand turned towards the sword.

There was a saying in this world.

Never lose sight of a Sword Master.

A Sword Master wasn’t a simple being who just reached the apex of sword.

A Sword Master was a superhuman who realized the meaning of ‘sword’ and acquired ‘power’.

The nature of that power determined the level of those who hold the sword, and Count Welton was at the highest level.

“I knew. I haven’t gotten that old to not realise that. Did you think that I would do something and then pretend like I knew nothing?”

“You have crossed the line.”

“It was just a test.”

“Test?”

Marquess Linmel smiled.

“Did you know?”

“What?”

“That your son is a genius.”

“Which is why I requested the Marquess to come here.”

The Count knew that Jamie had a talent for magic.

He brought in teachers several times, but no teacher could handle him.

Which was why he asked Marquess Linmel’s help.

Because he was a Great Magician.

“You must really not know.”

“What?”

“I’ll pretend that I didn’t hear the request.”

At the Marquess’ refusal, the Count narrowed his eyes.

Has Jamie not caught his eye?

No, it couldn’t be.

Although the Count knew nothing about magic, his son was gifted, which was the absolute truth.

He thought that if Jamie got a good teacher, he would definitely be able to reach the level of a Great Magician.

Noticing the Count’s confusion, the Marquess clicked his tongue.

“Looking at your expression, it seems like you have misunderstood.”

“Explain so that I can understand.”

“Your son, I can’t handle him.”

“… If an 8th class magician can’t handle, then who can?”

“You haven’t seen it. That child’s eyes.”

The Marquess remembered the time when he unfolded the magic circles.

Jamie knew that the magic was coming for him.

But he didn’t avoid it.

He didn’t even blink his eyes.

He maintained a calm face as if he knew that the magic would never reach him.

It couldn’t be explained as a simple ‘high skilled kid’.

“He read my magic.”

“…?!”

“And was convinced that the magic would never reach him.”

The Count couldn’t believe what he just heard.

No matter how clever he was, Jamie was still 7 years old.

With the books he was reading within the library, he shouldn’t be able to reach the magic of an 8th class Great Magician.

Even if he was someone who could understand it, being in that situation would scare anyone.

“And it isn’t just that.”

The Marquess also informed about the magic that Jamie used.

Instead of the five basic elements, he developed a magic that fused high-level attributes.

It was a magic that could only be done by at least crossing 3rd class.

“To be self-taught through 3 classes. No, if we consider his limitations, he is a 4th class or maybe even higher. A genius.”

The Marquess thought for a second and then said.

“He is a monster. A monster was born. A child who doesn’t need a teacher. Just support him physically and mentally. And he will come up on his own.”

“My son…”

“Maybe we will witness the birth of the 9th class magician, which only existed in legend.”

9th class.

The class which was deemed to be a legendary one.

It was known to be a class that existed but was never achieved in known history.

“I apologize for attacking your son.”

With that, the Marquess got up from his seat.

“The magic world. No, a great storm will hit the entire world. Hehe.”

And with a blinding light, he disappeared.

The Count, who was left alone, had a burdened expression.