Six years of menial work at the Babylon Academy of Magic, with Brian belonging to the weakest and least popular Necromancy Department, plus his special job (transporting corpses and skeletons), had subjected him to endless scorn and bullying. Not a single day passed without pain and suffering.

Following Brian's memories, Ryan Carter returned via the small path behind the academy, in the dead of night, through the side gate reserved for menial workers.

Because it was so late, all the students had long since gone to bed, and the path Ryan Carter took was extremely remote, so he didn’t encounter a single person along the way. As he walked, Ryan Carter carefully observed his surroundings and noticed that the architecture of the Babylon Academy of Magic resembled the style of some Western European countries on Earth.

After a short while, Ryan Carter finally returned to the Necromancy Department. The place where Brian lived was a storage shed—perfectly fitting his status as a menial worker.

The storage shed was filled with all sorts of miscellaneous items, most of which were discarded junk or materials abandoned after experiments.

Many of these things were waiting to be dealt with, left for Brian to throw away. The students of the Necromancy Department would toss unwanted items through the window into this place, leaving them for Brian to handle.

The storage shed was already small, and aside from the piles of junk, there was only a single small wooden bed. Even this little bed was always covered in trash, since the students never cared where they threw things.

Every night after work, the first thing Brian did upon returning was to sort and organize the trash on his little bed, so that at dawn, before anyone else woke up, he could throw out what needed to be disposed of.

When Ryan Carter entered the tiny room and saw the storage shed that looked like a garbage dump, his nose stung and he felt a deep sympathy for this pitiful boy—how had he survived these six years?

The air inside was filthy and foul, and even opening the window didn’t help much, since the stench came from all the discarded items. The little bed was still piled with trash; it seemed that even after Brian died, others continued to habitually throw garbage here.

Dragging his exhausted feet, Ryan Carter found it hard to take even a few steps (the floor was covered in trash), but finally made it to the bed, planning to do as Brian did: clean up the bed first and then get a good night’s sleep.

But, after all, Ryan Carter was not Brian. Halfway through cleaning, a ripple of anger rose in Ryan Carter's heart. At first, it was just a flicker, but as that trace of magical energy inside him surged with his anger, the feeling quickly grew into a raging fire.

At last, Ryan Carter abruptly stopped what he was doing and snarled viciously, “I’m not Brian, I won’t put up with this! Brian, Brian, since I’ve taken over your body, let me help you get back at that little witch Lisa!”

What Ryan Carter didn’t know was that, by his original nature, he might have had such thoughts, but he would never have acted so impulsively—in the past, he’d only had wicked ideas, but never the courage to turn them into reality!

Leaving the storage shed, Ryan Carter headed straight for the girls’ dormitory. In the dead of night, he crept up to the dorm building. Brian often cleaned here and was very familiar with the place, and he knew exactly where Lisa lived.

There were far fewer male and female students in the Necromancy Department than in other departments, so each girl had her own room, spacious and well-equipped—a paradise compared to the garbage shed where Brian lived.

Lisa lived on the second floor, and Ryan Carter couldn’t get in at night. Fortunately, there was a big tree behind her room. Curling up like a skinny monkey, Ryan Carter climbed the tree using both hands and feet, and managed to get close to Lisa’s window.

The window was open, and Ryan Carter was secretly delighted. He tiptoed closer, pressing his thin body against the window. Peeking inside, he saw that the little witch Lisa’s room was decorated in pink, looking very cute, with fluffy toys hanging on the desk and walls.

A faint, sweet fragrance drifted into Ryan Carter’s nose. He wrinkled his nose, surprised that someone as cruel and vicious as Lisa would make her room so adorable.

He knew he couldn’t beat her in a fight. After another glance through the window, he noticed a hazy pink canopy in the corner—that was Lisa’s bed.

From his bag, he took out a small bottle, dabbed some experimental blood on the corners of his eyes, nostrils, and lips, checked his reflection in a broken, discarded mirror (Brian had picked it up), and messed up his brown hair a bit more. Looking in the mirror again, he saw a face covered in bloodstains, looking terrifying and sinister.

“Heh heh, if I can’t beat you, I’ll scare you to death!”

Ryan Carter was very satisfied with his look. Nodding to himself, he let out a low, sinister laugh. Once everything was ready, he pressed his body against the tree trunk, swaying as he reached out his bony right hand to knock on Lisa’s window.

“Knock knock... knock knock...”