The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years

“When did you come back?”

Count Welton asked his son, who had suddenly appeared.

“You tell me, Father. When did you come here?”

Jamie was curious too.

He heard that he was fine, but Count Welton should be at the border of Cheshan Kingdom.

‘No. Rather, why is he in Haiss? It could be because of that thing.’

The world was changing too fast. And it had been a week since the Magic World sank.

Haiss had reached a point where it was difficult to find a person walking around.

The capital was being protected by a barrier, and the other cities should have been in the same condition. In such a situation, Count Welton should have been worried for his family and estate, so it wasn’t strange for him to come here.

Count Welton said,

“I think I came here around 3 days ago.”

“It hasn’t been long since I came.”

“Where did you go? After talking to the apostle, it seemed like you traveled to a distant place.”

“I will tell you later. Rather, what about Sarah and mom?”

As he asked about the two, the Count’s face darkened, and seeing that made Jamie’s heart sink.

Could the two of them have also fallen victim to the Church of Nothingness?

It was when he thought that when…

“They safely escaped to Apton.”

Perhaps he wanted to tease his son. Then the Count released his stiff expression.

“Haaaa!’

Jamie sighed as he sat down on the ground. It had been a long time since he felt this vulnerable.

He really thought that something had happened to his family.

‘Thank goodness.’

What would he have done if the Church of Nothingness had attacked?

What was certain was that he would have somehow found them and killed them all.

Of course, that didn’t mean he would let them off just because the worst didn’t happen.

The timing is only delayed now, and Lennon is also obsessed with his vanity, so he must go and rescue him.

When the time was right, he would make those bastards kneel.

“I didn’t think you’d be this shocked.”

Count Welton smiled and reached for his son, who smiled and grabbed onto his father’s hand to stand up.

“The joke was too much.”

“Sorry.”

“Was there such a place here?”

Count Welton’s study was something Jamie frequently visited, but he didn’t know of this place.

The reason he didn’t tell Jamie could be because this was a secret space.

Count Welton explained,

“It is a space that only allows the head of the family. I was going to tell you when you would take over my position.”

“Was Father unaware of it until he became the head?”

“Yes. Well, I haven’t really come here even when I found out.”

You didn’t come here?

Jamie couldn’t help asking,

“Why?”

“Well, because I wasn’t interested? I thought I just had to protect my family and estate. It was a peaceful time too, and I didn’t like books very much. Hahaha.”

Perhaps he felt embarrassed. Count Welton laughed awkwardly.

“If your Father liked books as much as our family, then I would have come here often.”

Count Welton mumbled and looked fondly at the space dedicated to the head.

To be precise, whenever he came here, he would remember the conversations he had with his father, the former head of the family.

-Why do you hate reading books? Anyway, you still need to know the history of the family!

-I don’t have enough time in the day to train, let alone study. I only need to look after the estate. I am good at it, so thank you.

-Huh! Who even gave birth to you?!

-You did, Father.

-Don’t play with words!

Anyone who knew the Count’s childhood would know how gentle he was. His father was considerate of him too.

Usually, he would have forced the Count to learn things like history, but as long as he trained in swordsmanship, he decided to let the child go.

So he didn’t really have to come here.

Three days passed, and the Count learned about the secret he had recently been curious about.

“Your grandfather….. There is something my dad didn’t tell me until the end. I don’t know if he wanted me to find it or didn’t want me to get involved.”

“Are you talking about the secrets of the Welton Bloodline? As you said…”

When the Welton’s bloodline awakened as a Master, a power related to space would awaken.

The Count nodded his head.

“It’s there, and I wanted to check on what you said before.”

What Darius, the Champion of the Dark Arena, said to Jamie.

“Father, how did you come to know about this?”

Jamie asked then.

“So, did you figure it out?”

Count Welton nodded.

“Let’s take a walk outside.”

The season was coming to an end, and the days began to get colder.

The Weltons silently strolled through the garden.

Jamie waited for his Father to speak first.

Since it was an important topic, he must have been pondering how to phrase it.

After walking like that for 10 minutes, the Count finally broke the silence.

“Do you know when the Welton family started?”

“I know the bloodline started 600 years ago in the Karak Empire, a state that existed before the Seldam Kingdom.”

“As expected of my son. The Welton family is a family of swordsmen that existed in Karak for a long time. It was a family only by name, not nobles though, and they ran a small training center.”

From then on, they gained a good reputation for teaching swordsmanship, and many people came from all over the place.

And then the history of the Welton family began to spread in earnest.

“The problem was that corruption ran rampant in the Karak Empire at the time, and people constantly suffered.”

The last 100 years of Karak were horrendous enough to be called chaos, and the level of oppression and terror was too much.

No one wanted to touch it even then because it was the largest nation in the north.

After such a long time, a lot of troops were born.

“It’s written here that there was something more.”

The revolutionary army rose, but the military of Karak was stronger. The leaders of the revolutionary army were killed because they were seen as traitors. This made the people even more afraid.

As those terrible times continued, a hero came.

“Friedmoor I, the first king of Seldam.”

A rare hero who overthrew the Karak Empire by joining forces with the first king, Gav.

At that time, the head of the Welton family sided with King Friedmoor I and was selected as one of the nation’s founders.

As a result, they were given a small estate on the outskirts. Eventually, the Welton family became the best swordsmanship family in the kingdom.

“Right. That was all that mattered.”

The secret library had very detailed records of that time and a warning to prepare for the future.

“What happened?”

“An old man came to Welton. The records mentioned that he had a mysterious atmosphere.”

The appearance of the old man who came at that time was described in detail.

An old man with a slightly bowed waist, tiny stature, and white hair down to his ears.

“He said this to the Lord.”

-At a time when the world is colored in chaos, a hero will be born into your family.

When this story was told by the old man who came out of nowhere, they couldn’t believe it.

-It will be the last chance for humans. Listen to this old man for the sake of your family.

The old man departed after saying those words, and the Lord thought about it. He didn’t take it seriously and thought it was just nonsense.

But one day, as if possessed by something, the Lord turned his attention to growing the Welton family.

The Welton family’s vision, the Futility Divide, was further developed into 10 forms.

That will was inherited by future generations, and the Welton family grew as if they were blessed.

After many centuries, the Welton family gained a reputation as the best.

“It’s incredible so far, but what happens next is even more unexpected. That’s what happened to your grandfather.”

“Grandfather? That is why he knew about me.”

“Right. It was right after your grandfather took the position and learned the family secret. That the old man came back.’

They should be aware that even though the old man who arrived first was described in detail, it was challenging to identify him because everything was in writing.

However, Chervil said that as soon as he saw the old man, he immediately thought of the description in the book.

-You prepared well. This is the best environment for a hero to grow up in. Wonderful.

When he heard those words, Chervil realized why the Welton family was blindly increasing their influence.

It was ‘strength.’

It was the power of words that made it happen.

The power didn’t encompass the entire Welton family, but it strongly influenced the bloodline.

Upon realizing this, Chervis felt goosebumps rise and asked the old man his identity.

-I’m your helper who wants to repay the humiliation to the unclean ones.

-… unclean ones?

-Lord Welton, work harder. Although I don’t know if you will survive until then, I hope your path can lead to the soon-to-be-born hero.

After saying these words, the old man disappeared, and Chervil couldn’t deny this man.

He thought that if it affected the family, it would be something transcendent.

This man’s purpose was unknown, but he thought there was nothing to lose by listening to him.

Yet he didn’t know what exactly was being born.

He vaguely thought it would be a grandson, but Argeno Welton was still a child.

And as time passed, Chervil’s status continued to get stronger.

When he heard that his son and daughter-in-law were pregnant, he realized that the child was destined to be the hero the old man spoke of.

Chervil went on a trip to complete his senses training, which he wanted to pass on to his children after the Lord’s position was handed over to his son.

And he never talked about it to the current Count till his death.

Instead, he just left a record of that time in the library.

“If I had known that sooner…”

He felt regretful that he found out too late.

But Jamie shook his head.

“No.”

What the old man was aiming for was unknown, but in the end, everything happened as he said.

He was born, and the technique made by Chervil was perfectly learned.

“I don’t know if I am the son who will be a hero, but if what the old man said is right… then.”

Jamie confidently said to his father,

“I am confident that I will not lose to anyone. So don’t regret this. Your son has grown up well.”

“Jamie.”

The Count looked at his son and smiled faintly.

How could his son have grown up this nicely?

“Rather.”

Jamie said,

“Who was that old man?”

“Well. We can say for certain that he had quite an impact on the family.”

A being who can handle ‘words and spirits’ that control the fate of a family with words.

There are very few beings in the world with that kind of power.

For example,

‘God.’

An old man was crossing the wasteland.

The old man was short, with gray hair that reached his ears.

He also had a bent waist, which made him look smaller. The old man strolled with his hands behind his back, but the background changed suddenly, contrary to how slowly he seemed to be walking.

“It is far.”

He tried to avoid what was ahead, and it faded.

Fortunately, the arrangement made for the Welton family was successful.

By now, he might have become a complete God.

“If it went according to Mother’s plan, it should be fine.”

The old man smiled bitterly.

Thousands of years had passed since that incident.

He knew it couldn’t be helped.

He became a traitor and was pointed out by his brothers, but this was his destiny.

That was how he lived.

‘So I have to do it.’

He was tired of the cruel fates and suffering.

The flame within the old man was about to go out.

It was only at this point in time that the 12 Gods still believed in that man.

‘Diablo.’

He only met him once, at the moment of sealing. Even so, he still remembered the eyes filled with bitter hatred.

He had lived a tough life to bring him to this land, avoiding the eyes of the 12 Gods.

‘I will have to check it myself.’

He succeeded in resurrecting him and was destined to become a hero, so was he fit to save the world?

Yeomjae wanted to see the seeds he had sown with his own eyes.

If he was still the same as back then.

‘I must judge that there is no hope for them.’

At that time, it was impossible.

But he believed.

The reborn man would be a true hero.

Please make sure that happens.