“This world wasn’t expecting me...

And yet, here I am.”

Seventeen years ago, a silence swept through the skies.

A soul — deemed too dangerous to be reborn — shattered the laws of the universe.

The world forgot.

The ancient gods turned their gaze away.

But balance… balance remembers.

In an academy where power reigns supreme,

a young boy without magic is treated like trash.

Scorned. Trampled. Ignored.

No one suspects he carries within him what humanity fears most:

the power of a former destroyer.

He’s not here to save the world.

He’s not here for revenge.

He’s here… because he was forced to return.

And this time, he won’t hold back.

The Reincarnation of Yohan begins here.

Prepare to fear the calm.

Academy 47 shimmered brightly under the warm morning sun, perched precariously atop a steep cliff overlooking the vast and mystical magical lands below. Its towering silver spires and ancient enchanted walls stood proudly, welcoming the heirs of great and powerful bloodlines. All were destined for greatness, honor, and glory.

All but one.

Yohan, a quiet and unassuming seventeen-year-old, was the glaring exception.

He had no magic.

No power flowed through his veins.

No energy, no light, nothing at all.

Just a tired, hollow gaze, a thin and fragile body, and a constant, unbroken silence.

He was viewed as a failure, a strange anomaly in a world where magic defined worth.

Worse — a disgrace.

Every single day, without fail, he endured cruel mockery, relentless humiliation, and harsh beatings.

Three students, in particular, tormented him without mercy: Fyrona, the cold and calculating icy strategist; Belzar, brutal, prideful, and domineering; and Rekzar, the silent and sadistic shadow.

Together, they ruled the Academy like ruthless tyrants, instilling fear and pain.

Fyrona sneered: “You’re worthless.”

Belzar spat harshly: “You don’t even belong here.”

Rekzar whispered coldly: “A bug like you should never have been born.”

The others either laughed cruelly or looked away, unwilling to intervene.

Even Mardek, the stern and indifferent headmaster, remained silent and unmoved.

To him, Yohan was just one extra number in the endless registry — nothing more.

That evening, beneath the rising, silvery moon, Yohan walked back alone through the shadowed halls.

He took a secluded and narrow hallway, hoping to avoid the harsh gazes and whispered insults of others.

But the three merciless tyrants were already waiting.

They surrounded him silently.

No words this time.

Just cold fists.

Powerful spells.

And muted, cruel laughter.

Yohan didn’t scream.

He bore it all silently.

Until everything around him went dark.

He collapsed to the cold, hard floor.

His heartbeat slowed steadily.

The cold crept painfully into his very bones.

His vision blurred, faded, then completely disappeared.

Darkness wrapped around him like a suffocating shroud.

But then, suddenly, a strange and mysterious light pierced the heavy silence.

Mysterious Voice: “You have suffered deeply. You have known unbearable loneliness.

Do you want a second chance?”

Yohan (thinking): Yes.

And in that moment, everything changed.

An ancient, glowing circle formed beneath his broken body.

Mysterious symbols swirled wildly around him, spinning with raw power.

A fierce and unknown energy surged violently through his veins.

He screamed in agony.

His soul was ripped apart — then carefully stitched back together.

He opened his eyes.

He found himself lying in a silent, sacred forest.

The air was thick, heavy — almost sacred, filled with quiet power.

He slowly pushed himself up to stand.

His hands looked different, stronger.

His arms were more powerful.

His gaze was sharper, piercing.

His hair floated gently, as if moved by some invisible, supernatural force.

He did not understand what had just happened to him.

But one thing was clear and undeniable:

Something deep inside him had awakened.

Nearby lay a black coat, waiting.

He put it on with steady hands, his eyes cold and determined.

He no longer felt fear.

He no longer trembled.

He no longer felt pain.

Nor did he feel fear.

Not even anger.

Just... an overwhelming and profound calm.

He began walking back to the Academy on foot — slow, steady, unhurried.

When he passed through the massive iron gates, no one recognized the changed boy.

He walked silently into the vast courtyard.

And he sat down.

Without uttering a single word.

Those who had scorned and despised him had no idea that one day, far in the future, they would regret everything.

But that day was coming soon.

Night slowly fell over the ancient Academy walls.

The stars shone peacefully above, unaware of the great fate about to change forever.

A fate tied to a forgotten, silent boy.

A boy who, without magic just yesterday, would soon become the shadow that all would fear tomorrow.

The silence was deceiving.

The winds already carried his name across the lands.

But no one was listening yet.

Academy 47, ancient and imposing, pulsed to the rhythm of enchantments and whispers.

Though it seemed peaceful to visitors, those who studied there knew its walls recorded every secret, every anomaly.

And since the night before, a heavy silence loomed over the campus.

A monstrous creature had been annihilated in an instant.

No trace.

No official witnesses.

But some eyes had seen.

Whispers had begun.

Yohan Poherty had said nothing.

As always.

He walked through the corridors with his usual slowness, hands in the pockets of his black uniform.

Other students stepped aside without daring to look at him.

Yet he had done nothing.

Not a word. Not a single aggressive gesture.

But his silence was becoming loud.

Too loud.

In the grand hall, Gépété was chatting with two classmates.

His gaze followed Yohan from afar.

Student 1: “You think he really destroyed that thing?”

Student 2: “He doesn’t even have active magic. How could he have done it?”

Student 1: “Exactly. No one’s ever seen his results. He’s always neutral — not strong, not weak. Too neutral. That’s suspicious.”

Gépété frowned.

He had seen something the night before.

It wasn’t clear, but he had felt a presence.

A strange pressure around Yohan.

And that creature…

It had disintegrated as if something had rejected it from this world.

That morning, a magical control exercise was announced.

Students were to analyze unstable cursed stones and detect traces of corruption.

Professor Karesh: “Pair up. I remind you that these stones can drain your vital energy if not mentally controlled.”

Students rushed to find partners.

Yohan remained still at his desk, eyes blank, as if he expected to be left out.

Professor Karesh: “Poherty. Alone again, I see.”

Laughter rippled through the room.

Yohan didn’t react.

Gépété (from the back of the class): “I’m working with him.”

Silence fell across the room.

Student: “Huh? You? You got a death wish or something?”

Gépété: “I do what I want.”

The professor shrugged and wrote down the pair without comment.

In the experimentation room, the stone pulsed with a dark glow.

Fragments of black energy leaked out intermittently.

Gépété slipped on reinforced gloves.

Gépété: “This stone reacts to fear. If you panic or lose mental stability, it strikes back.”

Yohan stepped forward and placed his bare hand on the stone.

Gépété: “Are you insane?!”

But it was too late.

The stone trembled, cracked, then silently shattered.

A pale light filled the room.

No shockwave.

No heat.

Just… void.

Gépété stared at him, speechless.

Gépété: “You… You knew it would do that?”

Yohan: “I just wanted to check.”

Gépété: “Check what?”

Yohan: “If it recognized me.”

That evening, in a hidden chamber beneath the Academy, five professors gathered.

The headmaster stood with arms crossed, eyes fixed on a glowing red crystal.

Professor 1: “The magical pressure recorded yesterday… it exceeds human limits.”

Professor 2: “You think it’s him? That boy?”

Headmaster: “I don’t think. I know. And if he can’t be contained… we’re all in danger.”

Professor 3: “We have to test his resistance. If he survives the Beast of the Void… then he’s no longer a student.

He’s a threat.”

Yohan lay on his bed, eyes open.

Shutters closed.

No sound.

He never really slept.

He knew.

He felt the changes.

The atmosphere around him had shifted.

Something was coming.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway.

Slow. Heavy.

Then — a creak.

Right outside his door.

Yohan didn’t move.

But his shadow… stretched across the wall.

And it wasn’t alone.

To be continued...