After being massacred vigorously in his past life, and now floating in to nothingness, in an abyss where darkness reigns, he opens his eyes, and saw a small speck of light, perhaps... another chance?

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"What would you like me call you?" the orb of light spoke, in a gentle and humble voice. "Ken, please call me by my name, Ken." the man in white said, looking enticed at the orb of light, further drawing him in it's alluring glow. "Understood, and what would be your wish Ken?" the orb of light asked. "To be a third party." 
'To be a slow Transmigrator.' he added in his thought

The Third Party

Third Person’s POV (12 yrs., 8 months) 


Filled with a sudden burst of energy, Ken arrived at the training field, his eyes feasting upon the colorful display of magic everywhere. His face, similar to that of a child being given a candy for the first time. 


Actually, there were so many times that Ken had himself amazed by the magic his peers and Masters wielded, how they cleverly weave spells in and out of combat, or when they create new spells out of nothing but inspiration, like that one time when his Master Klein and Master Ulysses showed them a duel between ice and shadow magic wielders. 


The two Masters created a wonderful performance, as what Ken thought in his mind, or the other times that he deemed the duels of his friends as a wonderful performance, he would always wear that happy expression. 


Chapter 134 - Unfortunately