Dark Magus Returns



Being part of the Alter group, Raze had been told that there was a specific rule that was designated for those from Alterian. While in the world of Pagna, one wasn't supposed to use magic. The reason for that rule was because of portals.

Portals linked to other dimensions were attracted to the magic used, so as long as Raze used enough magic, then he could summon a portal and create a portal outbreak.

'If I summon a portal now, I have no clue what type of dimension will open up. Beasts might come out that are even too hard for me to handle,' Raze thought. 'On top of that, Alter will come and investigate. When they find out that I was here, no doubt I will be placed as number one on their list, and then the whole crap with the Red Brigade Clan will happen all over again.'

Despite all of this, he had no choice. Would the disciples just give him a simple beating, or would they cripple him and make sure he could never go against them again? It was too much of a risk. The dark magic started to swirl around his arms, ready to explode.

"Wait!" Mada shouted.

The reaction from the other disciples was one of confusion, which made Raze quickly cancel his magic. At times it was best to also be patient and to wait and see what would unfold.

Mada turned his back towards Raze and looked straight ahead at Ricktor. "Just this once, I ask you to let me deal with this. I need to do this."

Ricktor looked down at Mada, bowing to him. He liked this feeling. "It would be nice to have the Flowing Force Clan owe me a favor. Fine, I shall let you play with this one, as I have another toy that I am far more interested in."

Clicking his fingers, Ricktor disappeared from the place along with the other four. Although they were all from separate clans, in the past, all five would frequently visit each other. They knew each other well, but what they didn't know was each other's strength.

They had never gone against each other, but they listened to the words of Ricktor more than any, due to his position in the Dark Faction Clan. Being the closest to the Deity rank, he was somewhat thought of as the leader of the Dark Faction.

'Hahaha, what is this, is this a stroke of luck for me?' Raze thought. 'With my life, I thought I had no such thing. I guess since transmigrating, luck has favored me a few times. If it's just one, then I can deal with it.'

Raze had almost immediately regretted those thoughts. Mada had moved from his position over five meters in an instant, but not only that, it looked as if his feet had just glided across the floor.

Raze was unable to witness him lifting his legs, which made the whole thing look like an illusion. Before he could prepare any magic, a heavy blow had landed right in his stomach.

His feet were lifted off the ground, and he went flying through the air. Raze felt like his insides were about to come out, and food had already left his mouth, dribbling over his clothing as he finally landed a distance away.

'That hit... are these disciples stronger than the Red Brigade Elders?' Raze looked around, getting up from his position, but he was unable to see where Mada was.

"You are nothing special. I don't understand why my brother spent so much attention on you." Mada stated.

Raze was gathering the magic in his hands again, but before he knew it, a large, heavy kick, it was giving the imagery as if it was flowing through water, bashed into Raze's side. Once again, he was sent flying through the forest, tumbling until he landed on the ground.

'I've made a big mistake,' Raze thought as he spat out blood from his mouth onto the ground. 'I thought as long as I had distance between us, that I would be able to use my magic to finish him off, but why am I struggling to see him so much? How can there be so much of a difference between these guys and the Red Brigade Clan?'

In a way, Raze was lucky to have transmigrated into the town he had. It was a small place with a clan that had next to no significance. Since he had been introduced to the world of Pagna warriors through them, he could only use them as a guide.

Sure, he had met Dame and Beatrix, but they were claimed to be at the very pinnacle, at the top. There was Yon as well, but if Raze had used magic, maybe he would have been able to do something. Right now, though, he felt completely helpless.

As Raze got up off the ground, he noticed the lack of trees that were around him. Looking back, there was just the ground and a cliff that descended into nothing but mist, similar to that which surrounded the entire academy.

"Why?" Mada said, appearing in front of Raze and walking slowly toward him. "Why would he acknowledge someone like you, talk to you, when he has never even bothered to say a single word to me?"

"F*ck me!" Raze said, as he held his stomach. "Is this what this is about? You're attacking me because you're f*cking jealous, and of all things, your brother. If you want to tell him you love him, then go tell him, don't drag me into your incest bullsh*t!"

Why did it always feel like to Raze that he was put in these difficult situations? When he had nothing, he was forced to do others' bidding against his own will. When he had something, it was taken away from him.

When he had power, he was chased by those who feared him.

"I'm telling you this now," Raze said, as he looked up at Mada with the same eyes he had done before when the rest of the disciples were there. A sharp look that pierced through one's soul. "If you don't kill me, you're going to regret it for the rest of your life."

"I already planned to," Mada answered. "I need to see the reaction on my brother's face when you're gone."

Raze lifted his hand up in that moment, the dark magic gathered around his palm. "Dark pulse!" Raze shouted.

The beam of energy shot out, but moving to the side, Mada had avoided it completely, only letting it burn his hair. Shifting forward like he had done before, he side-kicked Raze right in the stomach, lifting him off the floor.

Raze could feel his body in free fall, and eventually, the edge of the cliff, with Mada looking down at him was all he could see until he could see nothing but the mist covering his sight.

Mada looked down and couldn't hear a loud thud, which suggested it was a long way to the bottom.

'He won't be able to survive that, and there will be no evidence of my doing,' Mada said as he turned around.

When he did, he started to walk back through the forest, and that's when his eyes laid upon a tree. There was a large hole in it, not just through one tree, but it went through three trees until it stopped.

'This... was it his doing? Was it that strange attack he pulled at the end? What was that? Was it projectile Qi? No, that would be impossible; only a deity rank can do something like that. So what is this?' Mada thought.