Lich reborn as a magic school student

—————————————————[Kashra’s Pov]

After confirming that I can substitute the ‘Interaction with Non-Mages’ project with a journaling of Eresh, I return to my desk. Two flickers appear at the end of my fingers. The flames dance according to my mental decree. Channeling more mana there, the flames are neither empowered nor repulsed. A power of thought, not powered by mana, emotion, nor anything else I can think of.

I let the various powers I’ve dominated course through my veins, yet the flames remain unaffected. A flame that does not exist by the rules of nature, not powered by any source, unaffected by mana, divinity, and spiritual strength. [Akhor’s Sealed Chamber] I cast the highest tier anti-magic spell at the end of my fingers, yet the flames remain.

Akhor was one of the greatest archmages in history. He was a member of my mage council that dictated the rules of magic for the entire continent, and out of the councilors, he was the only one I disposed of before my conquest of the continent. As he was the only one who could face me on in single combat. A master of whip combat, he would force mages into a fight of physical power.

I remember our fight; Ash-Breaker was his whip, and with his unique combat style, it was believed he was one of the strongest combatants on the continent, but I was his opponent. Archmage of Vutia, and the greatest sword lord on the continent. The Vutian royal sword art which I created was the genesis of the Heroic Style. This was not a fair fight, no fight with me is.

What I’m trying to say is that he was the greatest anti-magic mage in all history. His magnum opus, the sealed chamber, if it could not disable this spell it means that this isn’t based on any of the ancient magics. My theory of it being related to the primordial magics is even more well founded now. However, even proving it is descended from the primordial magics does not make it any easier to decipher.

The 2 primordial spells I know, [Creation], and [Anti-Creation] are so utterly different from our modern magic that I’m barely able to grasp them. However, just because this knowledge doesn’t make it easier to decipher doesn’t mean this trial was meaningless. It being a primordial magic gives me even more desire to decipher it, as all primordial magic holds great strength.

But time keeps flowing even with my experiments being seemingly stagnant, and the next class ‘Mathematics’ begins as Archibald teaches us how to apply math to magic, but for me, those concepts don’t matter. I’ve already understood how my magic works, and out of all mages in history, I’m the closest to the singularity of magic. Mathematics is useful for weak mages, but when you reach the true realm of power, such things become meaningless as the thousands of spell forms become a symphony, a star system of infinite scale.

The bell rings, announcing the start of our lunch break. Some students head to get food from the cafeteria, while others have prepared their own lunch. I channel some of my power into the mana dimension where I store my food, and out comes a plate of gray ooze and an edible spoon. While it has no taste, I have long forgotten the joys of food.

Eight centuries ago, back in my homeland of Vutia. I enjoyed delicacies unknown to the humans of this world, and for my three decade long reign as archmage I enjoyed all the foods that our great kingdom offered, but when the Habarene’s invaded and Vutia fell, I was left a wandering ghost trekking through the harshest mountains. Finally reaching the Violent lands, but when I was offered food by locals I did not accept it, for I knew anything I’d eat would remind me of my homeland.

This bitter feeling deep in my core, this deep hatred for the divine, and this longing for that long-lost home. While it may not work as a guide any longer, these feelings still exist to some amount in me. I am aware of it. I was and am broken. Eight centuries I spent on a quest for the greatest strength, and with that strength I caused the death of billions, and gave an eternal scar to the world.

“Are you alright?” I hear a voice asking me. I escape my reverie of existence and look up to see Kaede.

“Yes, why?” I say, while using magic to check my physical condition. I notice nothing out of the norm.

“You just had a troubled expression?”

“Is that something to worry over?”

“Of course it is. It’s not nice to feel sad.”

“I guess it isn’t.” A small smile appears on my face. This person, while I may not understand why she cares for me, I still like it. An eight century long voyage through countless dimensions, and I’ve landed a clue to a new home. My mind reaching that conclusion, I further concrete my oath to protect this world.

“Hey you, why do you speak like that?” Kaede’s brunette friend asks.

“I don’t understand the question?”

“Yeah, like that, you say everything needlessly grandly, and you talk like simple things are a great epiphany.”

“I speak in a way that is natural to me, and while some things may seem simple to you, they are not simple for others. I have spent centuries in suffering, hoping not for happiness, but for revenge.”

“Huh? Centuries? Revenge?”

“Eight centuries ago, in another world, a realm called Vutia flourished as the greatest of the western kingdoms, but by a divine plot that realm was turned to ash, the people slaughtered, and the once beautiful lands turned grey. I spent eight centuries committing countless crimes, and horrific deeds unnamed in the histories, all of that for that one ultimate wish of my long-dead king. The rebuilding of Vutia.”

“You… How can you say such chuuni stuff with a straight face?”

“Chuuni? I haven’t heard that word before?”

“It means delusional.”

“Leah, you don’t need to go that far.” Kaede reprimands her friend.

“You think my words were delusional?”

“I mean, there’s no proof for another world, and you’re suddenly sprouting nonsense about being from one, and being super important there.”

“It is the truth, though.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure, you know we can just ask Atraharsis.”

“Who’s that?”

“Atraharsis Khorasani, our classmate. Ah, right, you said you don’t know our names. His innate magic allows him to find out information.”

“Why are you talking about me?” A student in a full tuxedo asks.

“Kashra is saying that he’s actually some big shot from another world. Just use your magic and tell him he’s not.”

Atraharsis closes his eyes and writes something in the air, and after some moments in his hands appears a piece of paper. He looks at it, and shock is clear on his face. As he keeps reading, he slowly becomes impressed and then horrified.

“Archmage of Vutia, Demon lord of the Violent Lands, ‘Death’ as told by the Habarenes, and many titles beyond that, Kashra the Immortal, a dread lord who dominated the continent of another world with an empire of evil. It’s true apparently.” Atraharsis states while looking at the piece of paper.

“There’s no way that’s true!” Leah shouts while snatching the paper, and she slowly reads it down, and then looks at me, horrified.

“I am the archmage of Vutia.” I state.

—————————————————[Author’s Note]

Hey guys, it’s me Kurashi here, just wanted to come here and encourage you guys to comment as I want to hear which parts of the story you’re enjoying, and also whether you think the pacing is fine or do you want me to progressing the story faster, or should I go slower and give more insight to the other people.

Also, here’s a political map of the new world: