Transcendent Sorcerer

The dim room was shrouded in shadows, with the pale moonlight rippling through the window like gentle waves, spilling across the empty space. A faint, lingering scent of decaying wood permeated the air, yet the intricate patterns that could be glimpsed upon the surrounding walls revealed the extraordinary status of the room’s owner.

“Hiss!” It was starting again. A young man sat beside his desk, gently rubbing his throbbing temples as countless fragments of memory surged into his mind.

“How much longer will this last?” he thought irritably. “If anyone notices, it’ll be a real problem. And I’ve heard my so-called father is returning soon.”

Restless, he sat quietly, trying to digest the recent flood of memories. Gradually, many unfamiliar customs and etiquettes became clear to him.

He was now Li Xiu—no, he should call himself Hughes Bruch. Originally, he had been an orphan on Earth, working at a hospital after graduating from university. Though his salary was modest in his first month, it was enough to support himself. Without a girlfriend, life was manageable. That night, he and a few university friends had celebrated landing their dream jobs with drinks. He remembered little after getting drunk—just that he somehow made it home. When he awoke, he found himself unexpectedly transported to another world.

He had read enough novels to accept transmigration fairly quickly. But unlike others who found themselves in some world of fiction or film, Hughes, upon absorbing the host’s memories, realized this world resembled Earth’s medieval era. Here,