Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 123: A Stormy Night, a Bloody Trail

The night was dark, the wind sharp, and the sound of snoring echoed throughout the workers’ shelter, blending with the rhythmic crashing of the sea waves. The harmony was deceptive—something deeply unsettling was about to disrupt it.

The dockworkers had strict rules: at night, they were forbidden from wandering anywhere except to the Hidden snow . With tensions high between the Overseas Hundred Alliances and Turtle Rock Ridge, any unusual movement could be seen as a spark for conflict.

Both factions, aware of the precarious balance, avoided rash actions until their plans were solidified. However, tonight was destined to break that fragile calm.

A Silent Assassin....

A figure cloaked in black moved like a serpent across the wide street, his body close to the ground, muscles contracting and sliding forward without a sound.

In mere moments, he crossed the street, pressing himself against the wall of a building. Just as he blended into the shadows, a patrol of five men dressed in green, carrying lanterns and armed with swords, passed by.

Their watchful eyes scanned the road and the workers’ shelter, paying special attention to anyone stepping out for a late-night trip to the latrine. When the patrol moved on, the black figure darted into a narrow alley.

His movements were fluid and soundless. The narrow blade at his waist was held tightly, its black scabbard blending into the night.

No one heard his footsteps. No one saw the glint of his blade. No one felt the killing intent that he kept meticulously hidden.

Tonight, Aizen was out to kill.

A Plot in Motion

Elsewhere, within the luxurious hall of the World Society’s estate, Vincent finished reading a letter. Silently, he held it to a candle, watching as the flames consumed the paper and reduced it to ash in the bronze basin.

The flickering firelight reflected in his cold eyes.

"Brother Goro, it’s time for us to act. Surely, you’re not backing out now?" Vincent turned, addressing another figure in the carpeted room.

The man was Goro, an overweight, small-eyed, flat-nosed disciple of the Heavenly Demon Clan’s outer faction.

"I wouldn’t back out after siding with Senior Brother Aizen," Goro said cautiously. "But Vincent, if we join forces and kill him... are you sure the higher-ups won’t hold us accountable?"

Vincent chuckled, shaking his iron fan lightly.

"You worry too much, Brother Goro. Do you think I’m the type to take risks for others without ensuring my own safety? He’s colluding with Turtle Rock Ridge—there’s solid evidence. Killing him would be a great achievement. With Senior Brother Aizen behind us, pushing things along, nothing will go wrong. Relax."

Goro hesitated before nodding, though concern still lingered in his eyes.

"But can just the two of us pull this off?"

Vincnet’s mysterious smile deepened. "What do you think?"

Goro blinked, then smiled back knowingly.

Bloodshed in the Brothel

Meanwhile, in the most opulent brothel in Great Plain City, "Mansion of Myriad Flowers, a room resounded with moans and gasps as a man and a woman reached the peak of their pleasure.

In the outer hall of the suite, three skilled bodyguards sat drinking and eating, their weapons resting on the table. They were all mid-stage magus body refining Sorcery artists, assigned to protect Bobby, a high-ranking member of Turtle Rock Ridge and younger brother to Garfield, one of its most powerful leaders.

Bobby was known for his lack of martial skill but held a privileged status due to his family ties. With tensions running high, his personal guard had increased from two to three men, shadowing his every move for safety.

As the noises from the bedroom subsided, the guards prepared to escort Bobby back to his residence.

Suddenly, the window creaked open slightly, letting in a chilling gust of wind carrying a faint, strange fragrance.

The guards tensed. Two of them reached for their weapons instinctively, their faces alert.

In that instant, a shadow slipped through the window—a blur so swift it resembled a swallow darting through the room.

The three guards barely had time to shout. The first sound was a metallic flash, followed by the wet splatter of blood.

One guard managed a scream before collapsing. The other two gurgled as their voices were caught in their throats, replaced by dying gasps.

Heads rolled from shoulders and hit the floor with heavy thuds, as if pounding on the hearts of anyone nearby.

Blood sprayed into a cup on the table, mixing with leftover wine to create a crimson blend of sharp, metallic and alcoholic scents.

"Who’s there?!"

The last surviving guard, pale with terror, managed to draw his sword halfway. But before the blade could leave its scabbard, another flash of steel pierced through his chest.

The narrow blade, cold and precise, skewered his heart, exiting cleanly through his back.

In one brutal motion, Aizen pulled the blade free, blood glistening against the weapon before spraying onto the pristine white wall. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

This night, filled with biting winds and blood, was far from over. Aizen’s calculated violence was only beginning.

In the inner room, the commotion had clearly reached the pair inside. Both a man and a woman tumbled off the bed in terror.

The man, stark naked, had a delicate and handsome face reminiscent of a pampered noble. The woman, equally exposed, was alluringly beautiful, her face pale with fear, trembling like a frail flower in the wind.

Aizen’s expression was cold, and his lips curled into a faint, ruthless smile as he darted forward.

The man tried to scream in terror, while the woman leaped off the bed like a frightened hen, her cries already tinged with sobs.

Killing this spoiled young master, who barely managed to reach the mid-stage magus body refining stage, was hardly a challenge for Aizen.

His blade, honed purely for efficient killing, moved with precision and speed. Tonight, Aizen’s intent was not only murder but also to frame someone else—a strategy reflected in the distinctive style of his strikes, mimicking another’s methods.

Bobby screamed, a high-pitched, panicked sound, as his trembling hands instinctively reached for the hidden weapon pouch hanging from the bedpost.

Bobby was trained in the art of hidden weapons, but in this moment, his skills were pitifully inadequate.

Naked, defenseless, and panicked, he had no chance to wield his hidden weapons effectively, especially in such a direct confrontation.

"Why bother?" Aizen murmured softly, almost as if pitying him.

His blade descended with surgical precision, bypassing Bobby’s feeble attempt to block with his arm. The knife struck at an unguarded angle, piercing through all his defenses and sinking directly into his heart.

Another life ended with a single stroke.

Aizen felt the vibration of the blade as it penetrated flesh and bone, though the sound of the blade entering was drowned out by the chaos.

Bobby, unable to scream further, looked at Aizen with wide eyes filled with disbelief and confusion as his body collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

Blood gushed from the wound, pooling on the floor in a stark, gruesome display.

The Woman’s End.....

The naked beauty let out a piercing scream, her cry of despair and terror echoing through the room.

The scream was short-lived.

Aizen’s blade descended again with brutal efficiency.

This time, the strike was cruelly exact—a downward slash that started at her forehead and cleaved through to her chin.

The once-beautiful face was now split in two, her wide eyes frozen in a look of horror and despair.

Blood gushed in a sharp line down the middle of her body as her lifeless form slumped to the floor.

A Silent Departure

Aizen didn’t linger. Within seconds, he was gone, vanishing into the shadows as if he had never been there.

Left behind was a scene of utter carnage: lifeless bodies drenched in blood and a room filled with the silence of death.