Dry throat, swelteri, exhaustion...

  Uhe influences of intense disfort, Lynn slowly opened his eyes.

  What came into view was a cobweb-covered ceiling, and the unfamiliar surroundings made Lynn's mind go bnk for a moment.

  This was a small room less than thirty square meters. Probably due to years of disrepair, the wooden walls looked very dipidated, covered with dust and traces of is' erosion.

  The inside of the hut was also in chaos, with many miseous items and garbage piled up in the ers. Dozens of uncovered books were scattered on the floor, leaving only a narrow path to walk through.

  Where am I? Could it be that I was kidnapped?

  Lynn rubbed his slightly dizzy head and struggled to sit up, feeling uneasy.

  He was certain that this was not a pce he knew, so Lynn had to prepare for the worst—there was a high probability that he had been kidnapped!

  "071, dispy my current location!" Lynn subsciously asked in his mind, but after several seds, there was no response.

  Even the auxiliary intelligence has been blocked?

  Lynn's heart sank immediately. He instinctively turned over and got out of bed to find an escape route but uedly found a sharp short sword pced at the head of the bed and a crumpled part in his right hand.

  Lynn instinctively gripped the short sword in his hand, finally feeling a bit of security. After hesitating for a while, he opehe crumpled part. It was filled with plicated symbols that looked like scribbles. uzzled him even more was that he could actually uand the writing!

  [Time is running out. The priests of the Judgement Court have discovered our tracks. We will rendezvous at the agreed p Wuer Town before the moon rises. Brieen Sekas copper s and follow the markers... Please be careful—Johnny.]

  The moment he uood the text, an inexplicable fear surged up in his heart, followed by a vague memory emerging in his mind.

  [In a spacious square, a noisy crowd gathered, their expressions fervent aed, shouting something incessantly.

  In the ter of the square stood a giant high ptform. In front of it stood a bishop in a white silk robe. Amid the crowd's fervent cheers, he raised his staff high.

  The moment, crimson fmes soared into the sky, faint figures struggling desperately in the sea of fire, and painful screams echoed endlessly...]

  What is this? Is it a movie shoot?

  The cruel se that emerged in his mind made Lynn shudder involuntarily.

  But why are there these inexplicable memories in my brain, and who is this Johnny at the end of the letter?

  Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Lynn quickly rushed to the rge water tank in the room and stared at the refle ier. His pupils immediately tracted.

  His slightly trembling fingers caused ripples oer surface, but Lynn still clearly saw his current appearanbsp;

  It was a young man about eighteen or een years old, dressed in a patched burp robe. He had a slightly slender build, a pale face covered with dirt, messy brown hair, and bck eyes full of fear...

  Could it be that I have transmigrated?

  Lynn took a sharp breath, his heart giving rise to this absurd idea. But besides this, he couldn't find another expnation.

  Though in his time before transmigration, the Federation had made signifit advances in brain development and neuron research, and brain chip impntation teology was highly advahe idea of transferring sciousness into a sed body to achieve rebirth ure fantasy.

  He also did not believe that anyone would go to such great lengths to deceive him.

  Realizing this, Lynn ceased to have any hopeful thoughts. He sat down heavily on the ground. Amid the shock, a flood of plex memories surged in his mind again.

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  After spending half an hour s through these sudden memories, Lynn barely mao uand his current situation.

  He had transmigrated to a pewhat resembling medieval Europe, a world with many nations stantly at war. The most powerful try was the Sekas Empire, where he now resided.

  Above the earthly monarchies was ay known as the Church, which worshipped a god called "E," a cssiotheistic religion with creationist does.

  Apart from spreading faith and deceiving people, another primary goal of the Church was to hunt wizards!

  The particurly bad news for Lynn was that the young man he had transmigrated into seemed to be a wizard.

  No, to be precise, he prentice wizard who was currently wanted!

  Lynn looked at the crumpled part in his hand with some annoyance. What a mess this all was. It was bad enough to transmigrate here without a treatment, already finding himself in a state of being hunted and almost bur the stake any day.

  Speaking of which, his previous self had been quite reckless.

  He was the illegitimate son of a Vist in the Sekas Empire, named Carl Siden.

  Although he wasn't well-regarded usually, at least he didn't ck food and clothing. In this chaotic world of stant wars, having enough to eat and clothes to wear was already a blessing!

  With this identity aively stable enviro, bined with the knowledge from his previous world, he could likely thrive within a few years. Triggering an industrial revolution and overthrowing the Church wouldn't be impossible either.

  But this kid was deceived by a wizard named Kro, abandoning his good life to bee Kro's apprentice, stantly wandering and often going without food.

  Four days ago, his mentor Kro tried to abduct the Duke's daughter but failed. The day, the Judgement Court received the news and captured Kro before he could escape.

  After hearing this news, Carl hid in this secret base, living in stant fear.

  In the past six months of following his mentor Kro, Carl had witnessed wizard apprentices being bur the stake, fearing that the priests of the Judgement Court would suddenly break in and capture him. This fear eventually led him to lose sciousness, and then Lynn transmigrated into his body.

  "This is troublesome..." Lynn muttered with a headache, even sidering whether to betray everyone.

  Besides him, Kro had six other disciples who were probably still at rge. Moreover, he kheir names and appearances, so being a turnight be a way out.

  At worst, he could pretend to vert a ter...

  But after some thought, Lynn decisively dismissed this dark thought. He couldn't trust those who preached doe all day and wao burn all the wizards. Even if he surrehere was still a good ce he'd be tortured.

  Selling out his panions was not an option...

  He wasn't that kind of person!

  Getting rid of surealistitasies, Lynn forced himself to stay calm, trating on how to evade the Judgement Court's pursuit.

  In an a world without cameras, relying solely oches and impressions to identify criminals, disguising himself and fleeing might be a good strategy. O of the Duke's territory, capturing him again would bee incredibly difficult.

  Fortunately, his previous self seemed to have practiced some swordsmanship, gaining the Vist father's attention a few years ago and even single-handedly dealing with a few bandits who harassed the territory.

  Of course, all this was on the premise that he kept a low profile and didn't casually reveal his magical skills, lest he attract the Judgement Court's pursuit...

  Wait... magibsp;

  Lynn suddenly paused, then focused his mind, searg his memories. Gradually, his expression grew more peculiar.

  Because he realized that his previous self seemed to know some magibsp;

  These weren't the usual tricks and illusions of a chartans or some random sleight of hand...

  But real magibsp;