"Zavon Auclious"
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A name feared across kingdoms. A monster hidden beneath elegant robes and cold composure. The man who stood at the very end of the story—the final obstacle the destined Hero was meant to overcome. Yet the truth was far more complicated than the world believed.
Zavon Auclious was not born evil. No… he simply became consumed by something far uglier.
Jealousy.
Envy.
Not toward a king, Not toward the nobles who mocked him in his at his youth. But toward his own student.
The protagonist of Sigil. "Asden Mikae."
This was never a simple story where the righteous hero defeats the villain and saves the world. That was what everyone believed at first. But the story took a darker turn. Because the Hero failed.
Asden Mikae died.
Killed by the very man who once guided him. By the hands of Zavon Auclious himself.
And because Asden Mikae was the world’s chosen Hero—the one blessed by destiny, favored by fate, marked by the Sigil itself—he was granted a miracle no one else could receive. Regression.
He returned to the past with all his memories intact, determined to stop Zavon Auclious before the old man could become the terrifying existence that destroyed him in the future.
That was the story I had read.A fantasy novel filled with magic, kingdoms, betrayal, destiny, and tragedy.
And somehow… I ended up inside it.
My name is Dina. Twenty-six years old. An ordinary woman who worked as a game designer and spent most of her free time obsessing over fantasy stories. I loved worldbuilding, magic systems, lore and complicated villains.
Especially complicated villains. And Zavon Auclious had been one of my favorite characters. Not because he was a good person.
But because... he just wanted to be chosen. Dedicating his life and did everything he can. A man who spent his entire life chasing the title of “Hero,” only for destiny to hand it effortlessly to someone else.
Someone younger, someone brighter.
Asden Mikae.
And now… Somehow…
I had become him. Not the Hero, not a side character, not even some random noble safely hidden away from danger.
No.
I became the final villain himself. Zavon Auclious. A seventy-three-year-old man with long grey hair, a beard that reached nearly to his chest, and enough magical power to make entire armies tremble.
When I first realized it, my mind genuinely stopped functioning. I remembered staring blankly at my own hand—wrinkled skin, visible veins, aged fingers trembling slightly. Then I touched my face.
My beard.
My beard.
I almost passed out right then and there. “What kind of transmigration is this?!” I nearly shouted. My voice came out deep, old, and dignified. I hated it immediately.
But things got worse. Much, much worse.
I hadn’t possessed Zavon Auclious peacefully inside some bedroom where I could slowly process my situation.
No.
I arrived in the middle of combat. In the middle of one of the most dangerous fights in the entire story. The battle between Zavon Auclious and the regressed Asden Mikae.
And the worst part? I had absolutely no idea what had happened before I got there.
One moment, I was living my normal life. The next I found myself being an old man and the—A massive amount of mana exploded toward me.
I barely had time to register the terrifying pressure before pain slammed through my entire body. The impact was horrifying. My vision blurred violently as the attack struck me head-on, sending this old body crashing into the ground hard enough to shatter the earth beneath me. The sound alone was deafening. Cracks spread across the battlefield. Dust filled the air.
And every bone in my body screamed in agony. I couldn’t even breathe properly. For a moment, I genuinely thought;
"I’m going to die immediately after transmigrating...?"
What kind of cursed beginning was this?!
Coughing painfully, I forced myself to look up through the dust—And saw him.
Asden Mikae.
Dark-blue with white ends hair stained with dirt and blood. Sharp indigo with galaxy like eyes filled with caution and hostility. His sword still radiated mana powerful enough to distort the surrounding air.
The Hero, the regressor, and the protagonist of Sigil. And currently…
The person trying to kill me.
Panic instantly flooded my mind. Because unlike everyone else in this world—I knew exactly how terrifying Asden Mikae truly was.
Especially after regression.This was someone who had already experienced death once and someone who knew Zavon Auclious would eventually become a disaster capable of destroying kingdoms.
Which meant he would never hesitate. Not if he believed killing me now would save the future.
Unfortunately…At that moment, I was “me.” Or rather—I was Zavon Auclious. So naturally, Asden saw me as the enemy.
The final villain.The monster who would someday kill him. Thankfully… somehow… I survived. Mostly because my confusion wasn’t fake.
Asden Mikae possessed an ability that allowed him to detect lies. And when he questioned me, he sensed none at all.
Because honestly? I truly had no idea what was happening. That, combined with my strange behavior, led him to one conclusion.
His attack had damaged Zavon Auclious’ head. Which explained why the feared villain suddenly looked completely disoriented and confused. And honestly?
That misunderstanding may have been the only reason I wasn’t dead already. And so…
I lived.
One month later.
I was still Zavon Auclious. No matter how much I wanted to deny it.
No matter how many times I stared at my reflection hoping I would somehow wake up back in my tiny apartment with unfinished game drafts scattered around my desk.
Reality remained cruelly consistent. I was still the infamous Zavon Auclious. The final villain of Sigil. A man feared throughout the empire not only for his overwhelming magical ability, but for his influence, intelligence, and terrifying presence.
Zavon Auclious was many things. A professor at the Empire’s most prestigious Magic Academy. A noble respected—even feared—by countless aristocrats.
And above all else… A living weapon of war personally acknowledged by the imperial family.
That title alone explained why almost nobody dared oppose him openly. Even in old age, Zavon Auclious remained one of the strongest mages alive. A single spell from him could alter battlefields. Nations treated him like a natural disaster disguised as a human being.
And somehow… I was currently living inside his body.
Honestly...After the initial panic faded…It wasn’t entirely terrible. Actually, it was kind of amazing.
For the past few days, I had been quietly enjoying the absurd luxury of Zavon Auclious’ life. His mansion alone was large enough to get lost in. The halls were lined with expensive paintings, enchanted lights illuminated the corridors softly at night, and the servants practically treated me like I was some terrifying emperor they shouldn’t look directly at.
The food was even more ridiculous! I genuinely almost cried the first time I ate breakfast there.
Freshly baked bread. Soft meat practically melting apart after one bite. Soups rich with flavor I couldn’t even describe properly. Desserts so expensive-looking I felt guilty touching them. Meanwhile, back in my original life, I survived on convenience store meals and caffeine.
The difference was insulting!
“This is unfair…” I whispered while staring emotionally at a slice of cake.
A nearby servant with weird looking hairstyle froze.
“…My lord?” he asked cautiously.
I quickly straightened my posture, nearly forgetting I was supposed to be a terrifying villain. Clearing my throat.
“Nothing, leave."
The servant looked visibly unsettled before bowing immediately.
“As you wish, Lord Auclious.”
The way everyone feared this old man honestly gave me emotional whiplash. And because of my… “unusual” behavior lately, the people serving under Zavon Auclious had come to a very reasonable conclusion.
Their lord’s head had been damaged during battle. Honestly, I couldn’t even blame them. The original Zavon Auclious was cold, elegant, composed, and terrifyingly intelligent. Meanwhile, I accidentally thanked servants too politely, stared in awe at magical artifacts like a tourist, and nearly choked after realizing the bathroom itself was enchanted.
At one point, I caught one of the maids staring at me nervously after I spent five whole minutes fascinated by floating lights near the ceiling.
“…My lord,” she said carefully, “would you like me to call a healer?”
I blinked. “What? Why?”
“You have been… observing the lights for quite some time.”
“…They move.”
The maid looked deeply concerned. Thankfully, nobody questioned me too deeply.
Still…
There was another problem. A strange one. At first, I thought I only possessed knowledge from the story I had read.
The plot. The characters. Future events.
But after spending several days inside this body, I slowly realized something terrifying. I contained Zavon Auclious’ memories too. Not fully. Not clearly. But they were there.
Subtle...Natural.
I noticed it through small things first. Without thinking, I already knew the layout of the mansion. I knew which hallways led where.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgyqt3xrZTb
Which doors required mana to open. Which servants were trustworthy. It wasn’t conscious knowledge either.
My body simply… remembered. Even stranger—I understood magic. Not theoretically. Not like someone reading fantasy lore online.
I understood it instinctively. Mana circulation, spell construction, and elemental conversion.
One evening, while sitting alone inside Zavon Auclious’ study, I stared silently at my hand. Then, without thinking—Mana gathered around my fingertips. A glowing magic circle formed instantly.
I froze.
“…I did not mean to do that.”
The spell continued rotating calmly above my palm. Beautiful.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7292ckb0As
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A sudden wave of memory crashed into my head. Ancient spell structures, battlefield tactic, and the sensation of controlling enough mana to erase entire armies.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNQJQojTkzU
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I immediately slammed my hand against the desk in panic, causing the spell to disappear. My breathing turned uneven.
That realization honestly terrified me more than anything else, because it meant Zavon Auclious wasn’t just some role I was pretending to be anymore. Parts of him existed inside me.
His instincts, his habits, and his knowledge.
Sometimes, random fragments of memory surfaced without warning. The feeling of standing inside a classroom while students listened silently. The sensation of overwhelming mana moving through old veins. The cold bitterness hidden behind calm eyes whenever the name “Asden Mikae” appeared.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeMPlCsVYq9
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(MiDet's note: "Hello! Thank u for reading this hehe, if there is some mistakes I am so sorry! English is not my first language! If you have an concerns please tell me!)35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjhSANY4HGa
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