The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years

nversation was short, so the tea wasn’t cold yet.

And taking a sip, he said,

“As usual.”

“I… see.”

“Yes.”

“… it’s your mother’s birthday soon.”

Her teacher nodded, and Sarah went out with a gloomy face.

After confirming that she had left, the teacher sighed.

“… it is already Sears’s birthday.”

A bitter voice.

“I really cannot do this.”

Beryl closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair.

“So tiring.”

Three years ago, he accepted Sarah as his disciple.
At first, he had no intention of accepting her, but he couldn’t be ruthless to a child who held on to him, saying she wanted to protect her mother.

He accepted her because he had no other choice, but he had no intention of teaching her how to kill.

He thought being able to protect herself was enough, but as she grew, she began to change.

‘Teacher, I want to be strong.’

The nine-year-old child said so.

They weren’t just empty words.
She was being sincere.

But Beryl didn’t want Count Welton’s daughter to walk down this horrid path.

‘Protecting her mother, remembering her deceased father… and the need to see her brother.’

The moment he heard of it, Beryl felt like he had been hit on the head.
A child who had lived happily and was protected by everyone had experienced despair and frustration and attempted to gain power in order to reclaim her family.

She longed for the happiness of the past and to get everything back with her own hands.
And from that day on, he treated her as his true disciple.

To kill.

Missions.

Cutting people down.

‘Just like her brother.’

But with Jamie, it was different.
Now he knew who Jamie was.

He was aware that the young boy was not truly young, but Sarah was.

A little twelve-year-old child.

In front of her, he acted coldly at all times, but Beryl was more worried about her future than anyone else.
He wanted to tell her to leave this life.
He actually did.

But each time, she said,

‘I cannot stop until I achieve my goal.’

It’s not something a child should say, so he felt confused and walked to the window.

He could see the black tower.

“Jamie.”

Now it wasn’t a name he was referred to, but Beryl looked at the tower and mumbled the name he no longer used.

“Protect your sister.”

Shhh.

Magi was raging.

A space where only darkness existed, and there were two people there.

One was a handsome man in gold, which didn’t go well with the darkness, and the other was in darkness.

“Kukuk.
I don’t know why the Demon King called you and me at the same time.”

“…”

The man in gold spoke, but the one in darkness didn’t answer.

Abset smiled like he had expected this.

“Pretending to be silent.”

Abset didn’t talk anymore, as if it wasn’t funny.

He just stared at the existing door.
The one that harbored an ominous feeling of wickedness.

The door, protected by the magi’s power, was only accessible to the permitted ones.

“Kehehe.
Is it finally war?”

Except on the first day the tower was built, their master never called them.
So it was clear.

The Demons had to fight.

Tear the weak to death and crush the strong by overpowering them.
Yet for two or more years, this man was confined to a room.

Of course, with strong ones like Abset, who could even reach the man, especially the guy next to him?

‘I definitely want to fight this one.’

Abset.

He was once under the control of Satan and a member of the Duke of Rage camp.
Abset was as strong as a Demon King, and he was under the command of Satan, but he suddenly disappeared.

And when one of the Great Demon King’s positions became vacant, a war broke out to take his seat.

It was a tough fight, but Abset enjoyed it.
The Devildom was a world where they all killed each other.

What could be more enjoyable than that?

In the end, he was in danger of turning into a prisoner of another Great Demon King, but then Diablo Volfir, who took over Satan’s essence, appeared.

He wiped out all the Demon Kings that existed and immediately led his troops to this place.

And now…

“War, war, war, war!!’

Abset thought it was finally time.

Fighting in the Devildom was fun, but he was curious about the human world.
Currently, the entire continent is divided between the Sun God and Diablo Volfir.
And war was happening.

There was no plausible war yet, but the Demon King called for them now.

As the two stood there, magi flashed, and the large door began to open.

Kiiirrit!

As soon as the door opened, a tremendous amount of force was pushing them down.

Abset smiled at the tremendous power he felt, and the golden man frowned.

They went inside, and both had different expressions.

There were those who arrived earlier than them.

All of them were equal to or close to Abset.

But they didn’t care about that.
Abset gulped and continued to smile.

The high steps and a large purple chair above.

The man sitting there.

The black-haired man, with his chin resting on his hand, had an expressionless face.
He was looking down at the two.
Abset greeted the man.

“Abset greets the Demon King of Wrath.”

On the other hand, the man in the golden light looked at him and moved to the right.
No one pointed out his actions.

Because he was not a member of the Demon King’s troops.

Well…

“Get up.”

The Demon King of Wrath, Diablo Volfir, said,

“Start the meeting.”

His eyes shone in purple.