3 Familiar World!

When Mark woke up, there was an unfamiliar ceiling upon his head. He was on a soft bed and could feel his body being shorter and weaker than yesterday.

He has seen this scene play out in many books and animes. He exactly had an idea of what had happened to him. His body started shaking in excitement, 'Is this what I think it is?'

Before hopping in excitement, he saw a shining letter in his hand. 'Huh? I never noticed this' he opened this letter which read:

- Thank you for using Truck-Kun's Interdimensional Soul Transferring services. We transfer anything anywhere, from goods to dense harem protagonists. Your order has been completed; please give us a 5-star rating.

Your past body has been disintegrated to raise the potential of your current body. You have been sent into Nacht Faust's body because the last owner lost the game of rock-paper-scissors to a devil. Hence his soul was taken away to the underworld.

PS: There are no refunds, nor do we hear any complaints, politely saying, don't fucking contact us again unless you want to hop worlds. Or I will rail your mother with my big black tires.

Yours Sincerely,

16-wheeler,

Senior Employee in Truck-Kun's IST services

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Nacht almost choked reading the last section, 'what do you mean don't contact me, you motherfucker' he thought grumpily.

But on the inside, he was overflowing with happiness. This world, he knew about it. This was the Black Clover world, which had so much more potential than being a kid's show.

There will be many damsels in distress for him to make his Shadow Garden. And most importantly, he has shadow magic, the edgiest of the magics.

In this world, he shall become the ultimate edge lord... oops, sorry, Shadow Lord, with so much edge that could even spit apart the heavens.

His story will be beyond common sense, just like a God. He was jumping on his bed like a fucking crackhead as a maid entered the room and froze, seeing the sight of her young master.

Nacht notices this and instantly becomes red-faced, "I-I was testing the springs," he said to the stupefied maid.

He didn't know that his wild acting wasn't the only reason this maid was stupefied. It was his magical presence that stupefied her. It changed from a fledgling who had just learned about mana to a veteran soldier who had been out of the battlefield for years, making his skills rusty.

Nacht was a noble, so it was common for maids and other servants would be trained and well-versed in magic. His maid, Lys, was also a mage trained by Faust House to serve them.

She knew that her young master was trying to experiment with magic that could make him powerful, but she never knew the effect would be this drastic. Yesterday his aura was the same as any other baby. Yes, he was a bit more mischievous than his twin brother, but that was all in the expected range of normal.

But now, his aura was mature and overbearing, like a powerful being, like a king. 'What did the young master do to gain such power in one day?'

Who will tell her that her, her previous young master, whom she so much respected, lost to a devil in a dick measu... ahem~ Rock Paper Scissor contest and his soul was swept away. Making the former pragmatic edge-king be replaced by our edge-lord wanna-be.

"Young Master, it's time for you to get ready," said the maid getting out of her reverie. Nacht was thankful for her to act like nothing unusual had happened just a moment before.

I got out of bed, and Lys, his personal maid, prepared a new set of clothes for him. Nacht looked at himself with a mirror. His body was of an 8-year-old kid; this was when the original owner of the body got obsessed with the devil magic, a closely guarded secret of his house.

He is now a young man with fair skin and a soft facial structure. His hair wasn't long enough that he could tie a ponytail. His dreamy blue eyes and black hair enhanced his charm and gave him a dreamy look. Honestly, blue eyes and black hair were one of the best combos humans could have.

Nacht has already awakened his shadow magic. Although he still doesn't have his grimoire, he can do a few simple tricks with his shadows, like creating a tentacle or a hand. His controls weren't fine enough for him to create weapons, nor did the previous Nacht actively train to become the strongest.

The previous Nacht was already talented and had a massive amount of mana, so he rarely practiced magic. That won't be the case now. Nacht turned and asked the busy maid, who was cleaning his room, about the day's schedule.

He quickly formulated his training schedule to fit his noble schedule. He is not a moron that will change his previous owner's attitude so suddenly that garner attention. He was still a growing kid; he could gradually change to make others believe it was a natural process. After all, kids do tend to change while growing up.

'My goal is to become as strong as the captains by the time I get my grimoire.' This was the goal he set for himself.

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His daily schedule consisted of an intense sword, magic, and body training. His benefits after his last body were processed to increase the already talented Nacht body were huge. In less than a month, he surpassed his previous life peak strength.

This solidified his belief in being the strongest in this world and becoming a shadow god that controls the world's most incredible shadow organization.

Despite having such a highly ambitious dream, what Nacht didn't have was an ability that can read the mind and emotions of one's mind. Maybe he would have noticed the unhealthy obsession growing inside his maid's mind.

Lys, watching how magnificent and robust her master was, drooling over the side, seeing Nacht train. Her body getting wet in unspeakable places, and now she practically considers Nacht a god in her eyes.