Alkan's body gradually stopped trembling. He opened his eyes, and for a brief moment, a light passed through them before disappearing. Slowly, his hair and eyes returned to their black color.He sat up in bed, lowering his gaze to his hands, where a mark had appeared on the back of his palms—two black wings. In the blink of an eye, the mark vanished.His brows furrowed, and he massaged his head. "Menandro," he muttered—the name of the first king of the White Sawikin, who was slain by the man resembling Manuel.Centuries had passed since he lived as a king in his second life, yet some memories remained unclear. One of them was the man who looked like Manuel. He wasn’t sure of Manuel’s connection to that man, as the memories he received when Menandro’s consciousness awakened inside him were fragmented, like a blurred lens.But he and Menandro were one and the same. Their personalities were simply different, making Menandro’s emotions and memories fe

Alkan placed the weapon into the contractual space within him, then scanned the dark room. It seemed there was nothing more he could take from there, so he decided to leave. He could hear shouting and the crack of a whip not far away. His body quickly ignited, and he slowly stepped toward the source of the noise. When he arrived, he saw nearly a dozen shirtless prisoners kneeling, being lashed all at once. "Useless fools! A criminal has escaped! Weren’t you supposed to be guarding the prison properly?" a white Sawikin shouted at the bowing Sawikin. He assumed this was the head of the dungeon guards. Manuel must have already known that someone had tried to help the exorcists escape. When his gaze fell upon the prisoners—who were skin and bones due to their decayed flesh—he shook his head. He had given them a chance to escape, so why had they returned to prison? Tch. It wasn’t his fault if they were simply unlu

After hours of flying in the sky, he spotted a stream below. He slowly descended and waved his hand. A few droplets of water floated toward him, and he immediately opened his mouth. Once his thirst was quenched, he scanned his surroundings. The place was unfamiliar to him. It was not among the memories he had acquired from Menandro and Achiles (his name in his first life). There was also a strange energy enveloping the entire forest. He extended his consciousness, but a force blocked him. His awareness couldn’t pass through the trees, so he opened his eyes and once again observed his surroundings. He tried flying into the sky, but he found himself unable to break through an invisible barrier surrounding the airspace. Alkan’s eyes narrowed. It seemed someone wanted to trap him in this forest. He landed and walked toward the stream. Stopping at the edge, he raised his hand. Within seconds, five large fish floated up from beneath the water. Using his earth magic, he carved a small p

Alkan's expression was unreadable as he stared at the skeleton kneeling before him. The corner of his lips twitched, and he looked away. A scene flashed in his mind—an expanse of land teeming with crawling skeletons. But wait, as far as he knew, he had never encountered such an event before. And now, recalling his accusations against the old man about a place filled with crawling skeletons... why had that scene suddenly entered his mind? Just like now, as he gazed at the skeleton, certain memories surfaced. But the difference this time was that he had wings on his back, and he could see a female exorcist manipulating the wind, desperately trying to fend off the swarming skeletons. The old man narrowed his eyes. "Not bad, mortal. In just a few minutes, you managed to summon a skeleton." Alkan clenched his fist. "What else can this power do?" "Don’t you know?" the old man asked with a sly smile. "Everything I can do, you can now do as well." "What?" "So never, ever let another f

He heard footsteps. Approaching the room. He spread his awareness and realized that a woman was walking toward it. His lips pressed into a thin line. It seemed the female exorcist was coming. He didn’t bother to hide. Crossing his arms, he waited until the woman finally entered. Her brows were furrowed, and her lips were tightly pressed together. She cursed under her breath. Alkan raised an eyebrow. "It looks like you're having a bad day, female exorcist?" he said as he dismissed the purple flames surrounding his body. The woman froze and turned to him. She was silent for a few moments. He cleared his throat. "Is there a problem?" he asked. She averted her gaze and crossed her arms. "I didn't expect you to end up in my room, mortal. And where did you get that power? How did you enter the palace when there are so many sawikin outside?" "Why don’t you ask your priest acquaintance?" The woman’s eyes widened. A moment later, the corner of her lips curved. Alkan chuckled. Before th