The following morning, Kael wandered through the academy's library, examining ancient tomes about magical lineage and dark powers. The core battle had unlocked memories and potential he hadn't tapped in his previous life.
Lyra appeared, holding a small parchment. "Look at this," she said. "It's a record of the academy's past Dark Sovereigns. None of them survived their first year."
Kael frowned. Then why am I alive?
A soft pulse in his mind reminded him: "Special Attribute: Rebirth Advantage. Probability of survival +40%."
He realized this world had been testing its strongest mages for centuries. And he… was no ordinary mage.
Suddenly, a shadow flickered in the corner of the library. Kael spun, Shadow Strike forming in his hands—but it was just a student, looking nervous.
"You've been doing… incredible things," the student stammered. "Everyone's talking about the Dark Sovereign's return."
Kael's smirk returned. Fame… or fear? It didn't matter. He had bigger goals.
But as he left the library, he didn't notice the small dark sigil forming on the floor behind him—a warning that someone, somewhere, was watching.