Lich reborn as a magic school student

“I’m telling you there’s something up with that kid. I saw it with my own eyes, the Bluefang member I was following suddenly disappeared when he touched the kid, and now he can’t be found anywhere.”
“Agent the things you are saying don’t make any sense. A low-rank initiate who hasn’t even awakened could erase a hardened gangster. That just doesn’t make any sense. You need to take a vacation you’ve been on this case for too long.”
“Agreed, Agent take a 1-month vacation and return when you’ve cleared up your mind”

The video call ended and I sighed. I am 100% certain of what I saw, earlier today while tracking one of the gangsters associated with the 2nd tier mage terrorist Bluefang, the gangster was erased when he touched that boy, but all the evidence the bureau had on that kid was that his name was Kashra, and that he was a low ranking initiate who hadn’t awakened.

I have been tracking the movements of Bluefang for 8 months now, intel on who he works with, and what his special tradition entails. Bluefang moved into the area 10 months ago, and within those 10 months has supplanted himself as the leader of all the gangs in the city. However, tracking him down is nigh impossible since his magic focuses on transformation.

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*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
I slowly open my eyes to the sound of banging at my door. I use all of my strength to rise from the floor, it seems I fainted yesterday and slept on the floor. My vision is blurry, and the world is spinning. Ah, this body is sick. With that realization, I put a temporary pause on the construction of my second heart and focused on recovery for the moment.
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
Who the hell is knocking on my door so ferociously? Who dares? Whatever, I go ahead and take heavy steps towards the door, and finally open it. Appearing from beyond I see 3 tattooed men. They don’t pay attention to me, but right away step into my apartment. The Hell? Who are these people? My mind is still spinning and I can’t think properly so I just follow them.

The big guy sits down on my couch and asks with evident anger in his voice “So Kashra, where’s our money?”
“Money?”
With that question, one of the gangsters punches me in the face. I instantly wake up from the pain, and I feel a deep anger burning inside of me. A mere mortal dares to punch the Archmage of Vutia. I cast a magical spell that consumes my room and places it in a demi-plane so that no sound or presence may escape outside. Then I let my demonic heart beat once, that essence I send forward to empower my lacking muscles, and I punch the asshole back with three times the force.

He drops to the ground and faints. The other two get up quickly and look at me in astonishment. However, I don’t care a shit about that. I use a lightning spell to wake up the bastard on the ground, and then lift him again, and say “You do not touch me.” lacing my voice with the special magic of dragons and using my necromantic magic to cause fear effects on him. He faints from the fear again, but now I have to deal with the other two idiots.

I stop time and step toward the smaller guy. I again infuse my muscles with demonic energy and this time punch a hole through his stomach. I resume time and let him fly to the wall. The big guy starts activating some magic and I see his body turn into a monster. I send forth a wave of necrotic energy destroying all of his muscles and magic. He drops to the ground with tears in his eyes.

I send forth some of my necromantic essence to the guy on the ground with a hole through his stomach expunging his life and turning his soul into a gem. I step past the big guy and return to the person who punched me, and I use some of the blood from the small guy to draw a demonic circle summoning forth a demon from the 7th circle. “You can have his soul” I speak, and the demon ecstatically eats up the unconscious person. I look back at the big guy. He’s on the ground still unable to move properly since I destroyed all of his muscles, but just looking at his eyes I can tell he’s very afraid of what I’m going to do with him.

I take a deep breath and finally calm down. I cast a healing spell on him and say “Stand up”
“Yes”
“So, what was this about money.”
“I’m sorry, but you took a loan from us previously. However, I am not going to try and get that back now. I wanna live.”
“You can transform?”
“Yes, it’s my innate magic. I’m a lycanthrope.”
“I see. Then who are you?”
“I’m a tier 2 mage called by the title Bluefang. I control all of the gangs in the city”
“I’m a little tired today, so I’m going to place a seal on you, and then when I call you will come to me.”
“Yes”
I step towards the shaking man and start chanting the magical seal with which I dominated hundreds of dragons. He begins to scream as the fiery mark starts to appear on his skin, but I continue. This seal is the combination of soul-corrupting magics, a demonic contract, and the absolute magic of dragons. A high magic that is designed to utterly dominate any being.

After finishing the seal I speak “You may leave”, and right away Bluefang runs away.

I know that humans are supposed to intake food in order to regenerate, and as such I head to the small fridge at the end of my room. Opening it I find it completely empty. I decide to look into my wallet, and it is also completely empty. Shit, I should’ve asked Bluefang for some money. Whatever while in recovery mode my body does not need to intake food. It only requires rest to heal me. I take a step towards the bed, but then I hear another knock on the door.

With a sigh, I again walk to the door and open it. Seeing the girl from yesterday beyond. What is she doing here? Shit, I suddenly feel really weak. Right, the after-effects of casting high-tier magic must be getting to this body, but with my partial demon lord physique, this won’t kill me. Just before I collapse I cast a magic around my heart that will protect me from any fatal injury once and wake me up. Then I collapse.