Name: Dark Magus Returns
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Chapter 1239: The Great Sacrifice (Part 2)

Raze Cromwell was one who had suffered his entire life. A cruel upbringing that had forced his nature to turn sour. In order to survive, he did everything and anything he could, eventually giving him the name Dark Magus. A title that was only given to the very best of mages.

“Everything in this world was taken from me, So I shall take everything from the world.”

The five Supreme Magus had gathered to eliminate the great Raze, on his last legs, the Dark Magus had one more trick up his sleeve. Activating a forbidden spell, he finds himself living in another world, a world full of martial artists. A world where one could destroy mountain tops with their fist, but Magic still exists in the new world, and he’s the only one that knows about it.

Background

Raze Cromwell uses a book to transmigrate himself into a body, one in the world of Pagna, after being cornered by the five Grand Magus and swearing revenge. Ending up in a young boy’s body that was coincidentally named Raze, he and his sister (of the previous owner’s body) are sent to temple orphanage owned by Mr. Kron, under the Red Brigade Clan, after their family’s murder.

There, Raze realizes that he is not in his previous world of Alterian, full of mages, but the world of Pagna, filled with martial artists.

During his stay at the temple, training and gathering information about Pagna, Raze focuses on getting his power back to find a way to head back to Alterian. He creates a portal to hunt beasts, where he meets Dame Narfous, the son of the Neverfall Clan Master, part of the Demonic Faction. Later, they become business partners.

Raze also meets two from the Alter organization, Himmy and Charlotte, and becomes a field agent. He enters the Dark Faction Pagna Academy as a blue-band student, along with Safa, his sister, and Simyon, his new loyal friend.

They become red-headband students, after defeating the five main disciples of the academy, with Dame (who stepped into Raze’s portal and had pretend to be a student), and Liam.

Prologue

The wind was sharp and biting as it raged atop the towering skyscraper. An old man, hair and beard whipping wildly in the gale, squinted against the luminescent neon lights that illuminated the city’s buildings.

Raze Cromwell raised a hand to his eyes, trying to shield them from the stinging gusts. “Why on earth did I choose the rooftop for this damned ritual?” he grumbled.

As his long hair veiled his eyes, he brushed it aside impatiently. “Magic may solve many problems in this world,” he mused, “but it can’t fix poor decision-making.”

His robe billowed, tugging at his frame as he made his way towards the center of the rooftop.

“If it weren’t for this wind, I would have been done with this ritual by now.”

The muffled cries of several voices reached his ears—sounds of despair, some even on the verge of a scream.

Raze’s patience wore thin. “Will you all keep quiet? What could you possibly want to say?”

Below him, etched into the rooftop, was a radiant circle filled with intricate symbols and glyphs. It glowed white—not from any external power source, but from Raze’s own magic. Bound with their hands and legs tied, within the circle were five individuals. Though no physical seals covered their mouths, their cries were reduced to mere muffled sounds.

“If I allow one of you to speak, will the rest of you stay silent?” Raze questioned, tracing a symbol in the air. A faint purple glow emanated from his fingers.

At his gesture, one of the captives—a middle-aged man—found his voice once more. Drawing a ragged breath, he pleaded, tears streaming down his face. “Please, Dark Magus! Spare me. I’ll give you anything! Please just don’t kill me!”

Raze stepped closer, looming over the man. “And when that couple begged for their lives, what did you offer them? Where are they now?”

The captive froze, eyes wide with terror.

“How did you know?”

Continuing his circuit around the circle, Raze listed the sins of each captive. “Killed their lover in a fit of rage for looking at another person. Creating false reports of being abused, sending those that she dislikes to the pit. Selling illegal substances to desperate mages, causing their cores to burst.”

The captives understood now—Raze was recounting their hidden crimes, the atrocities they’d committed and escaped.

But when he reached the last captive, he paused. “And you,” he said, a note of mockery in his voice, “a zealous vegan, imposing your views on others. Truthfully, you’re just here because I needed five, and time was running short.”

Tension filled the air as more symbols appeared within the circle, its luminescence intensifying.

Just as Raze was readying for the next phase of his ritual, a defiant voice from among the captives challenged him. “So what! You judge us, but what about you, Dark Magus? How many lives have you claimed? How many people have you killed, you are no better than us!”