The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years

were heavy, and it felt like if he lied down, he’d fall asleep right away and wouldn’t be able to wake up early.

But he didn't.
He didn’t want to sleep.

He had to calm down.

Slap!

He clenched his teeth and slapped himself.

Tears broke out.
He hit himself so hard that he almost screamed.

“Sigh.”

His dazed mind seemed to turn a little alert.

And the blurry vision was a little better, so he looked around.

“Where is this place?”

A space made of iron.

Everything from the hard bed he was lying on to the tables, chairs and tools used for unknown purposes.

There were long glass bottles lined up on the wall, and the contents inside were so disgusting that he didn’t want to see them.

Ricky was confused.
He couldn’t understand why he was in such a place.

He didn’t remember what happened the day before.

He fell asleep while reading a book to Anna.
What has he been up to since then?

“This…”

And found a dead bug stuck to his chest.

His face frowned, and looked disgusted at the bug, but he was a strong kid, so he took it off with his hands.

“Ah, stings!”

However, he could feel a tingling sensation as if the bug's legs were pierced into his skin.

He pulled it out and threw away the buy, and looked around the room while getting up.
He fiddled with the tools he had never seen before and approached the place where the glass bottles were gathered.

The carcasses of various insects were kept in the bottles without decaying.

Not just that, eyeballs and organs presumed to be humans were there.

“Disgusting.”

Where the hell did such horrible things come from?

He walked slowly and looked at each of them.

And then stopped in front of a large glass container.
It was three times larger than the other ones.

What it contained was indescribably cruel.

Ricky bit his lip.
He couldn’t tell if what he saw was the real thing or not.

“Sh-shino?”

Stuffed in a glass bottle.

Shino, a boy Ricky knew very well.

He was floating the glass container with his body in the fetal position.

Ricky's hands and feet trembled.

He put his hand on the glass.

Cold.
It was so cold.
Why was Shino put in such a cold place?

‘He was chosen by God Zenith and went to the main church.’

Wasn’t there where he would be given the classes to become a good priest?

“Euk!”

His head was pounding.

Ricky staggered in his small body and knelt down.

What was he up to yesterday?

The disappeared memories were coming back.

Yesterday, the Bishop called everyone.
He said that another oracle was heard.
And he called someone.

‘Who?’

People were walking.

As far as he can remember, that was all.
He stood still as everything moved.

And then he suddenly moved up the podium next to the Bishop.

‘The chosen one.’

“Ack!”

The headache got worse.

It felt like his head was going to explode.
Ricky began to writhe in pain as he fell to the floor.

Memories from yesterday’s morning.
And the time in the evening.

‘P-priest? Is this the main church?’

It was a dark forest.

The priest in charge of guiding him didn’t answer.
And just took him.
The place they arrived was a shabby abandoned place.
And it seemed like if they entered, a ghost would definitely pop out.

A place full of dust.

A book was pulled out from the shelf, and a basement door opened.

What he saw there was a doctor with an eerie air.

‘NO.
there was another person.’

He thought he was mistaken, but he saw another person, and it was definitely bishop Lincoln.

The one who made him go there, was actually in the lab.
He didn’t know how the Bishop suddenly appeared, but he soon lost consciousness with a tingle on his neck.

“huh, huh huh!”

For a brief moment, his entire body was drenched in sweat.

‘I-I’

Was taken.

He looked around the room again.
The place wasn’t the main church.
This was hell.
Such hell that relentlessly trampled on the hopes.

“I-I need to run away.”

He tried to leave the lab in a hurry, but then Shino caught his eyes.

His body didn’t have the strength to bring him out.

“Soon.
I will come and pick you up soon.”

A friend who died miserably.

Why did he even feel jealous of him?

“Bishop…!”

His anger at Lincoln soared.

The faith in God shattered.
Endless hatred began to boil in the boy’s body.

He wouldn’t forget it.

But for now, he had to get out of the place.

Ricky opened the door with difficulty and went out.
Then, he heard a loud noise from upstairs.

Bang! Slash!

It sounded like a bang and like something was being scraped off.

Someone was fighting.

‘Are they here to save me?’

It could simply be a fight between the people in the abandoned house, but the boy wanted to hope.

With a nervous face, Ricky walked to find the stairs which were leading up.

Thud! Thud!

The stairs shook violently.

One step each time, one careful step, and he climbed up.
Each time an impact occurred, he stopped to make sure that the stairs weren’t collapsing.

So when he got to the top, he opened the door very carefully.

Clack

The first thing he saw was bright red sparks.

Frenzied sparks telling how fierce the fight was.

A dazzling light with an eerie green light.
Two lights crossing one another.

The green light scattered everywhere.
But the gigantic hooves that appeared from above, turned the dazzling light to dust.

Bang!

Roars.

Ricky almost fell back.

It was the time when he was debating whether to go up or not.

“A slash is coming from the right!”

A familiar voice reached Ricky’s ears.

The moment he heard it, he opened the door.

“Mister!”

The knight cloaked in light turned his head to the boy.

With a bright smile, Lars said.

“It’s ‘Brother’ for you.”