The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years

ion and went inside.

The scene that greeted him was nothing but a pure white hall.

Cold air blew and cooled his hot skin.

‘Better than I thought.’

He thought it’d be a dark basement, but this was nice.

It was when Jamie looked around.

“Pika! Have you brought them?”

“Pika is here?”

A skinny man and an oversized one walked out.

Pika, Jamie’s disguise, was a dark magician.

The skinny one was Nalson, who looked at Jamie’s empty hands.

“Drinks?”

“Ah, that.”

He didn’t think he was going to meet people right away.

Were these people waiting at the entrance until the one called Pika bought them drinks?

“What happened?”

The fat dark magician rubbed his belly with an irritated face.

Jamie pondered about what to do and then came up with something from Pika’s memories.

“Nalson.
Did you know?”

“What is it?”

“Ball drank the 33-year-old whisky you saved.”

“What?!”

“Pika! W-what are you talking about!”

“Uh! Ball! Is that true!?”

Nelson was angry.

He waved his hand at Ball.
And then looked at Jamie.

Jamie grinned and said to Ball.

“Ball.
Did you know?”

“…?”

“Last time, when you had 20 mice for testing.”

“Yes?”

“Nalson stole two of them.
And then he told me to never mention it to you.
He also said you were dull as a pig.”

“… Is that true, Nalson?”

“Ba-Ball! Why would I?”

“Uh.
If it is you, it is possible!”

Ball pushed the man, and the weak Nalson fell back.

“This bastard! I will kill you!”

“I never liked you!”

“Same here you pig!”

“Don’t even think about making it out alive!”

“You too!”

Hearing the noise, the dark magicians who were in close-by labs came out.

Jamie smiled and hid between them.

The size of the place was large.

Considering that it had only 20 people, the school seemed quite large.

Besides, it had a white marble floor and clean walls.

‘How did they manage to make such a place secretly.’

From Venna and Pika’s memories, the school was around 15 years old.

Despite not having a long history, it was thanks to the research that the school grew.

In black magic, the ‘Curse’ was a power used to make the opponents suffer.

It had a biological side and needed some medical components.

So, the Gav school developed medical supplies and exported them.

Thanks to that, the school became wealthy.

‘Nice.’

Jamie kept walking.

While passing by the labs, he could see what was happening inside.

All their research was based on curse magic, and the experiments were terrible.

Most horrible of them was.

“Uhhh…”

“Ehhh…”

Two men and women were hung on the wall with their tongues out.

Their eyes were out of focus.

Their stomachs were split open as the dark magicians kept checking the condition of the organs under the curse.

“Amazing! Look at the lungs! They are moving!”

“Such crazy reaction! It’s sick! Kukuek!”

“This is good, yah.
They look like they are taking a dump?”

The dark magicians giggled amongst themselves.

There was no sincerity.

The experiments were nothing but mere entertainment for them.

Jamie looked at that and stepped back.

And as he kept walking, the intensity of experiments grew.

In a certain lab, a corpse was hung on a hook from its head, but its eyes seemed to blink as if it was alive.

‘…’

He walked away.

The size of the lab grew.

There were bloodstains everywhere, which showed how terrifying the experiments were.

All dark magicians were laughing.

Jamie, who kept walking, stopped near an empty lab.

As he entered inside, it looked neatly organized.

As he entered, there was a door.

He opened the door, but no one was inside, and there was an organized document on the desk.

Experiment results.

When A was administered, the mice died of a seizure.
Since mice have a simple immune system, I tried administering A to human subjects.
The subject struggled in agony and died right away.
It lasted for about 3 minutes longer than mince.

There isn’t enough research on A.
after the convulsions, one goes blank and turns into a living doll, but the subjects die.
I think the concentration should be lowered a little.

The concentration was lowered, and A was administered to other human subjects.
Subject had a seizure and lost consciousness.
I thought it was dead, but when I checked it, the eyes lost it.
It looked blank.
Finally succeeded.

B was administered to the subject who went blank.
Subject remained still and looked at me with lively eyes, but as the mouth opened to speak, the subject struggled and died in great pain.
The efficacy of A has been proven, so the experiment is successful.

Jamie opened the drawer.
Two small bottles were in there and had letters A and B on them.

Holding them, Jamie thought.

What was black magic created for?

‘To hill the Gods by any means.’

For that reason only.

He chose to forsake humanity and became everyone’s enemy.

For the sake of victory, black magic was evolved.

He had carried the sins on his shoulders.
Even if it felt too heavy, he never forgot.

Even when he turned into an emotionless monster, he still remembered it.

How did the black magic that he passed down end up like?

‘I knew.’

Through books and stories.

What modern dark magicians were like.

He just didn’t want to believe it.

‘I’

That was when he felt someone outside.

“Who is inside!”

The sound of footsteps.

The door swung open, and a bald man came in.

He frowned as he kept looking around.

“… Did I make a mistake? I thought someone was here?”

The dark magician tilted his head and stared at the empty room.