Prologue

AN: Hi, this is my first fanfic. I'm just scrolling around and realized that I haven't seen good Black Clover fanfics for a while. So yeah. Enjoy.

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Dying seems fun. It seems like freedom. When a man from Earth who's been a corporate slave and living only

to work, to show virtue and that he's a perfect man for society. Whose individuality doesn't matter in front of the masses, died due to overworking caused his death –had been reborn in a place where humans with unimaginable powers roamed the world, hiding in colored uniforms and calling themselves Magic Knights. So cringe. What could go wrong?

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Prologue

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It has been days. He felt it. He cannot see the future of him winning.

He didn't expect all of it. Everything had vanished in his sight. The rivers he had used to marvel at, were gone. Plains he adored whenever he traveled with his niece to feel the fresh air breezing through their bodies when they felt stressed about much paperwork, is in fact, burned. No. Burned was the wrong word here. It's just, nothing. Nothing. Really. His messy blonde hair rustled, while soaked with blood. He gazed at the person standing atop the skies. While the figure levitated looking at them. Looking at him with indifferent pink eyes. He had hoped that things didn't go this way, that he just tried harder when he was on duty back then.

They're gone. Dead. Including all of the most powerful men in four kingdoms. Against the might of this figure. Even him, the twenty-eighth Wizard Emperor of the Kingdom, cannot stop him. All he could remember is the blinding light that shrouded everything, and boom, they lost.

He stood up once again patting his numbed legs, telling them to get up because they had to. He isn't just some kind of magic knight in their service. His name is Julius Novachrono. Protector of this realm. Protector of peace and stability. Protector of the weak.

Then the figure smirked at him.

"Oh, you're approaching me? Instead of running away, you're coming right into me?"

He's surely talkative, huh? The great wizard thought. "If I run away, how could I call myself the Shield of the Kingdom?"

"Oh yeah – yeah, here we go again. That's a quite different take from when I destroyed the demon realm a while ago."

Julius could only bite his lips. The retort was improbable. He couldn't after his captains got toyed by him one by one. Jack the Ripper, who's simples good at mid and close-range combat got decimated in just seconds. His Blades were absorbed by the black liquid surrounding him. Rill, the monster kid – whose nearly infinite amount of mana reserves got drained. Charlotte, another monster of talent down, her vines were burned and burned all over again. All of them were bodied by this lass. Even Mereoleona, Yami, and Vangeance. They lost and got played with.

This is an impossible feat coming from a human.

"I wish we fought a bit earlier when I was a tad bit weaker."

He mocked him again. Julius' body blurred. He appeared behind the figure. Against an enigma like this, he cannot afford to show hesitation. Channeling his mana in his body. Using his Time magic offense he freezes the figure, encapsulating the figure.

Chrono stasis

Chrono stasis

Chrono stasis

Chrono stasis

The figure smirked as bolts of lightning arose in his body. Their eyes met, and the other – who's disabled. Smiled. A moment later on, the seal was shattered. Julius's attempts to halt the pink-eyed boy's movements were canceled one by one.

Anti Maho?

The figure then. Who calls himself Ghost appeared and blinked in front of him. "Boom!"

The wizard king, unfazed by this, reacted by creating ten, twenty – thirty – forty meters distance away from the ghost, and finally opened his grimoire. A large book spread out fifty feet above the skies. Enclosing. Dwarfing nearly everything around the proximity. The once dark environment began to light. The once-shrouded figure's face began to show. Onyx hair tied into a long ponytail – his face was young. A bit older than he looked when they last met. Pink irises enlightened by the glowing Grimoire.

The figure whom he calls himself Ghost levitated and matched his altitude. His once chuckling, mocking face changed. His eyebrows tightened looking at his abnormally large Grimoire. Now face to face with each other. Julius is willing. To use. Sacrifice his strength. His Lifespan. His powers.

"Now, it comes into this. Wizard King, I respect you," The figure muttered. "Accept my full power blow."

He showed respect. He does? He did. Julius Novachrono cannot comprehend. After all this meaningless madness. This meaningless end for the life of common people – trying to live their own lives. Trying to survive in this endless cycle of futility and cruelty of fate. And this boy showed respect? He couldn't understand.

"Enough of this!"

Time Magic – Reverse Chrono Anastasis!

His grimoire flipped. Making powerful blows of air, as the intense globe of magic enclosed everything.

The pink-eyed figure opened his grimoire for the first time. He saw it. In a matter of milliseconds. He cast the spell.

Truth magic – Rapture.

And the world went white.