The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years

he old man looked sad.

And he said to Sarah,

“Even if the world is harsh, do not give up.
Even though you may be criticizing yourself and the journey may be difficult, you should make the decision to keep going because eventually, you will be able to reach your desired destination.”

“What if I don’t reach my destination?”

“If you live with such thoughts, what is the point in trying? To hope for it, to do it, and to achieve it, right?”

The old man was right.

If she gave up, her chances were zero, but if she didn’t give up and chose to run, the chances were slim, but she might reach her destination.

Therefore, she couldn’t stop now.

The more desperate she was, the more she had to run.

“Grandpa’s words gave me confidence.
Thank you.”

“Hehe.
Success is not the only thing in this world.
You might fail several times along the way.
When you keep failing, your self-confidence will go down, and there will be times when you want to give up everything in deep frustration.
And that is the most important time for you to push harder.”

“The courage to not give up, even if I want to.
Are you talking about that?”

“You understand well, child.”

The old man nodded his head with a satisfied expression.
And he said,

“Even though I’m in this situation, I don’t remember my purpose.
What did I fight for, and what did I lose? I’ve almost forgotten all about them, and my feelings of that day have mostly faded, but one thing is certain.”

“What is that?”

“The fact that I didn’t give up.
And it is coming.”

Sarah didn’t understand those words.

And then, the entire cave shone, and numerous people appeared.

They were all familiar faces.

“Uh? How are you all here?”

Sarah’s face was shocked when she saw the Ran warriors suddenly appear.

But it was strange.

Their expressions looked bad, and some were even weeping in anger.

Among them, Isis stood alone.

“Teacher!”

Sarah called for her and ran, but she just stood there, not responding.

Someone grabbed Sarah and stopped her.

“Mayatrey?”

The blue dragon looked at her and shook her head.

“Leave her alone for now.”

“What happened?”

Just looking at the warriors’ expressions, she could tell the situation was bad outside.

Sarah looked around.
In particular, she could see some warriors who were injured, and among them, some stood out.

The two warriors who were lying in the corner and were being treated.

Sarah ran to them.

“… Mr.
Gen.
Mero.”

“Sarah Welton.”

Gen, who was now in relatively good condition, could look at Sarah.
And then he glanced at Mero, and said,

“As you can see, Mero is unable to speak right now.”

“W-Why did this…”

Sarah couldn’t finish her sentence.
All the mighty warriors looked crestfallen.
She could guess what had happened outside.

Sarah looked around at the warriors again.

And noticed something.

“His Majesty? Where is His Majesty?”

“…”

Gen didn’t answer.
He just closed his eyes and was visibly angry.

At first, she didn’t understand what it meant.

She heard the three races had true dominating power, especially Hasyath, who was called the Sword Disaster, so Sarah knew how powerful he was.

That’s why she never thought he could be defeated.

But their reactions made her more aware of it.

“No…”

“No… please don’t say it.”

Gen said, looking like he was about to cry.
Only then did she realize.

The King of the Rans was dead.

Sarah’s gaze turned to Isis.
Her teacher just stood still with the same face as before.

At first, she didn’t know why Isis made such a face, but when she found out what happened, she realized she was holding back her grief.

And then, for some reason, a part of her heart ached.

“Teacher…”

“Was it the child who disappeared?”

The old man mumbled.

At that voice, Isis, who had been standing still, looked up at the old man.

“Was it you? The one who talked to me.”

Her voice didn’t tremble.

She was sad, but she wasn’t going to show it.
She began to approach the old man.

“Was it you?”

The old man nodded and said,

“It was me.”

All the warriors looked in his direction.
All of them were nervous and on alert.
And even normal humans would die from the pressure.

But the old man had the calmest face.

And said,

“You are holding on to your sorrow.
Your emotions are swirling like wildfire.
Why are you holding them back?”

“… because I have to.”

Hasyath gave her the position.

She was officially the King.
And even though Karlovan has taken over the position of captain for this party right now, she couldn’t show any weakness in the position where she had to lead them.

It was because if the leader was weak, then it would affect the subordinates.

After catching her breath, Isis asked the man,

“You…”

Isis clenched her fist and willed herself to keep her composure, as she was on the verge of crying.

And the questions continued.

“The God of War, Shiva?”

The old man looked at her for a while and with a low sigh he muttered,

“You are the one to inherit.”

It was something she didn’t understand, but before Isis could ask, he continued,

“Yes, I am him.
Although I am like this now, I am the existence that is the starting point of your race.”

Shiva, the God of War.