At the end of the world stood Arkanos—the Mad Archmage, the Godslayer, the last mage to touch the 9th Rank. With nothing left but ash and regret, he cast a forbidden spell to turn back time—not to rewrite history, but to live a different life.

He awakens not as a hero, nor a noble, but as Eiden Valtz, the child of an ordinary couple in a world of monster-filled dungeons, flashy guilds, and shallow magic.

Retaining the memories of his past self, Eiden hides his flame—choosing the blade over magic, silence over power. He joins an elite Sword School as the weakest student, a nobody with no background, no sword lineage... and no interest in fame.

But when dungeons go wrong, monsters attack, and rivals step too far—Eiden shows glimpses of something terrifying: perfect technique, impossible reflexes, and spells that shouldn’t exist.

As whispers grow—“Who is he really?”, a forgotten legend begins to rise again.

He once mastered the world through magic. This time, he’ll master it through the sword.

And he won’t be alone. Not this time

The world around Eiden buzzed with warmth and color—birds sang in the morning, his parents laughed softly as they played with him, and the neighbors smiled at his tiny steps.


But inside his small body, a storm brewed.


He wasn't just a child learning to walk.


"I still can't shape mana properly," Eiden muttered under his breath one night, lying in his crib. "This body's core is undeveloped… of course it would collapse if I tried to form a spell."


By age three, Eiden was already talking smoothly.


By four, he was asking strange questions.


"Mother, what's the structure of a mana stone?"


"Father, how does a hunter's license work?"


But every answer was a clue—a piece of the puzzle that helped him map this world's power system.


No one noticed when he sat in silence for hours.


They didn't understand when he moved his fingers slowly in the air, as if drawing invisible patterns.


To himself, he was rebuilding Arkanos's mind palace—the mental temple where he once stored a lifetime of magic.


Only now, it would store more than spells.


In the backyard, he swung a stick, slow and clumsy.


"I never trained the body seriously in my past life… but this time, I won't rely on magic alone."


Eiden's breathing was steady. He didn't aim for strength. Not yet.


His father clapped from the porch. "You've got the heart of a knight, son!"


Eiden turned, smiling faintly. "I want to protect what matters."


He never laughed. Never loved. Never fought for anything but knowledge.


This time, he would do more than cast spells.


That night, he sat under the stars with his eyes half closed.


Tiny threads of mana drifted in the air, invisible to all but him.


He raised his hand and guided a single thread to his fingertip.


"A little more," he whispered. "Just a little more."


Arkanos was no longer the Mad Archmage.


He was Eiden Valtz—the boy who would hide his flame until it was time to burn the skies.


Chapter 5 - Chapter 3 – “Little Arkanos”