Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 61: Killing for Vengeance

A black-clad disciple had succeeded in becoming an outer Clan member after passing the dangerous mountain trials, a feat that had not been accomplished in more than thirty years. Many had tried, and nearly all had failed.

But now, Aizen stood alone as the only person in almost a century to have succeeded.

This wasn’t because the heavenly demon Clan lacked talent. On the contrary, it had no shortage of geniuses.

But Aizen’s situation was unique.

His rapid rise was so extraordinary, so unexplainable, that he was an anomaly among disciples. His unconventional methods allowed him to climb faster and more efficiently than others who followed traditional paths, gaining him the attention of the powerful figures within the Clan’s inner circles.

Leaders of different factions had taken note, and even Andrew Boner, the West Academy director, was aware of him.

However, none of them would act on their curiosity just yet.

While Aizen was talented, he was still inexperienced and relatively weak in the grand scheme of things.

His overly bold actions had already stirred up trouble, and if he didn’t exercise caution, he would only meet a quick end.

In their eyes, even the most brilliant talent was worthless if it didn’t survive long enough to be useful.

In Heavenly Demon Clan, no one cared if you were a prodigy.

Unlike the righteous Clans, where exceptional disciples were nurtured and protected, Heavenly Demon Clan viewed disciples as pawns who needed to earn their place.

Here, a prodigy’s life was no more sacred than any other.

They received no special protection from their seniors, no safety net to catch them if they faltered.

The only thing offered was a small push in the form of resources, and how far they went with that depended on them.

Heavenly Demon Clan’s disciples were like venomous insects in a jar, forced to fight and devour each other, with only the survivors deemed valuable.

If a disciple fell, their death was accepted as a necessary part of the process. No one would mourn, and no one would waste time burying the body.

Aizen understood this well.

If he had failed to navigate his meeting with Elder Mustang, he would have died without anyone taking up his cause.

Many elders admired talented juniors, but admiration didn’t translate to protection unless it served their own interests.

Now, however, Aizen was about to act on something personal—an act with no benefit, an act driven by emotion alone.

He had prepared for it for a long time, and despite the fact that it would likely bring him more trouble than gain, he was committed.

It was a violation of his usual principles, which valued self-interest and careful strategy above all. Yet, he was also a man who held grudges.

In the past, he had bowed to Valentino so he could maintain a temporary peace. Now, there was no reason to hold back.

He was here to reclaim his pride, to settle an old score.

Lately, Valentino had been living what appeared to be a life of luxury and power.

Appointed as the Left Faction’s representative in Mo Mountain City, he had become a figure of authority among the West Academy’s black-clad disciples. Without his former rival Leo above him, he seemed to hold a position of unrivaled influence.

To others, it seemed like he was living his best life—indulging himself in brothels, gambling without paying his debts, and exercising his power without fear.

He was untouchable, or so it seemed.

But on the inside, Valentino was plagued with anxiety.

He knew his position was fragile, a temporary arrangement secured by his uncle, Elder Rei. The elder had worked hard to secure this post for Valentino, but he would not allow him to advance to the outer Clan this year.

Missing this opportunity left his future hanging by a thread.

As the Clan’s grand competition neared, he feared his days were numbered.

Powerful figures like Leo’s backers were waiting for the right moment, allowing him to hold his post temporarily, like a beast trapped in a cage. Once the competition was over, they would likely cast him aside.

He was a pawn, and he knew his time was limited.

Despite an overwhelming urge to flee, he knew there was no escape.

To cope with his impending doom, he drowned himself in vices—drinking, gambling, and losing himself with women.

He was desperate to feel alive, even as he sensed his fate closing in around him. But Aizen had already decided Valentino’s fate.

Aizen entered Valentino’s chambers without a sound.

The air was thick with the scent of wine and indulgence, and Valentino, caught up in his debauchery, didn’t notice the intrusion.

He and his companion were lost in a haze of laughter and wild movements.

Calmly, Aizen walked toward the bed where the two lay entwined, his gaze cold and sharp, unwavering as a blade.

Only as Aizen approached and Valentino become aware of another presence. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

He turned, intending to scold whoever dared to disturb him, but his anger froze when he saw Aizen’s face.

There was no time for him to react.

In a flash, Aizen’s Blade pierced his throat, cutting off any attempt at speech.

Blood spurted from the wound, staining the bed and splattering across the horrified woman beside him, who screamed.

But Aizen silenced her with another swift, deadly strike, leaving her mouth open in a final, frozen scream.

Without a backward glance, he wiped his sword clean on the sheets, his task complete. He had come here not for any gain, but purely for revenge.

Aizen left the room without looking back. He felt a satisfaction that no wealth could provide—a sense of peace that came from settling a long-standing score. As he passed through the hallway, servants who had heard the commotion shrank away from him in terror, their faces pale.

News of the murder spread quickly through Mo Mountain City.

The Left Faction’s representative had been slain by one of their own, an unprecedented betrayal that shook the city to its core. Aizen’s name became a subject of both fear and awe, whispered as if it were now stained with blood.

Such a bold violation of the Clan’s unwritten rules was rare, and people understood that Aizen’s future would either lead him to great power or an early grave.

But Aizen didn’t linger to savor his growing reputation. He had already left Mo Mountain City, stepping beyond Heavenly Demon clan’s reach, venturing into the wider Magus world beyond the Ten Thousand Mountains.

With every step, he understood that his journey was just beginning, and the stakes would only grow higher from here. Yet he welcomed it all, his heart steady and his mind prepared for whatever awaited him.