Last Wizard King's SSS-Level Magic system in Modern World-Chapter 155: Signs of Invasion- Part 1

"I go by many names! But for now, you may call me..."

He paused, then grinned.

"Silas."

Silas.

The name meant nothing to Liam. It wasn’t a name from his past life.

Still, something about it didn’t sit right with him.

Liam narrowed his eyes.

"What do you want?"

Silas let out a small, eerie laugh.

"Me? Want something? Oh, Liam, you wound me." He placed a hand on his chest, mockingly dramatic. "I just wanted to say hello. After all, it’s not every day you find someone who has lived twice."

Liam felt his stomach drop.

That was it. That was the confirmation.

This thing—Silas—knew.

He knew about Liam’s past.

Asger snarled, stepping between Liam and Silas. His body pulsed with contained magic, his sharp nails twitching as if ready to strike.

"Liam! This thing is not human."

He said again, his voice more urgent.

Liam already knew that.

His instincts screamed at him to attack, to erase this thing before it could do something dangerous.

And yet...

"You still haven’t answered my question. What do you want from me?"

Liam said, ignoring Asger’s warning.

Silas’s grin stretched wider.

"Oh, nothing much. I just wanted to remind you... the past has a way of catching up, no matter how far you run."

He lifted a single finger.

Liam’s patience snapped.

He moved. Fast.

His sword was out in a blink, and he aimed straight for Silas’s throat.

But—

The blade passed through nothing.

Silas had vanished.

No sound. No burst of magic. Just... gone.

Liam stood frozen, his sword still extended. His eyes darted around, searching for any sign of the strange boy, but there was none.

The air was eerily silent.

Asger growled, stepping closer.

"That wasn’t an illusion."

Liam slowly lowered his sword, his grip tightening around the hilt.

"No. It wasn’t."

He could still feel it—the faint, lingering presence of something wrong.

Silas had been real.

And that meant someone—something—was watching him.

Liam exhaled sharply, forcing himself to calm down. Panicking wouldn’t help. He needed to think.

"...We’re going back."

He muttered, turning away.

Asger shot him a questioning look.

"That’s it? You’re not going to—?"

"There’s nothing to chase," Liam cut in. His voice was steady, but his mind was racing.

He had been careless. He had assumed that no one in this world knew who he was, that his past life had been buried with time.

But now?

He knew better.

Someone knew.

And that meant he wasn’t as hidden as he had thought.

Liam clenched his jaw and walked back toward his base, Asger following close behind.

As he moved, he could still hear Silas’s words echoing in his mind.

’The past has a way of catching up...’

Liam exhaled slowly.

Liam’s unease only grew stronger with each passing second.

Something was wrong.

His instincts, honed through years of battle and survival, screamed at him that this wasn’t just part of the test anymore. The dungeon felt... different. The air was heavier, charged with a presence that he couldn’t quite place yet.

But what truly alarmed him was the silence.

He reached out, trying to connect with the academy’s communication system to warn the instructors, but—nothing.

A sharp jolt of magic lashed back at him, the force of it making his entire body tense. His connection to the outside world was completely severed.

Liam gritted his teeth. Someone was blocking him.

And that magic... it wasn’t ordinary. It wasn’t even human.

It felt ancient, oppressive, and all too familiar.

His stomach churned as a shudder ran down his spine.

"This isn’t right."

He muttered.

Asger, still hovering beside him in his smaller form, narrowed his eyes.

"I noticed it too. This dungeon isn’t just a test anymore. It’s a trap."

Liam clenched his fists.

’Then that means everyone here is in danger.’

He had to act fast.

______

The professors inside the observation room were on the verge of panic.

"What just happened?!"

Professor Dain demanded, his face pale.

"Why did we lose all contact?!"

"I don’t know!"

Another professor frantically tried to reestablish the magic connection, but it was no use.

"The entire communication system is down. We can’t reach the students inside!"

The realization sent a wave of dread through the room.

Hundreds of students were currently inside the dungeon for the test—cut off from the outside world with no way to call for help. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Professor Elara clenched her hands into fists. "We need to stop this immediately. If something is interfering with our magic, we cannot let the test continue!"

"But how?"

Someone else asked, voice shaky.

"If we can’t reach inside, how do we even begin to intervene?"

A heavy silence filled the room.

And then—

A slow, deliberate chuckle echoed across the chamber.

All eyes turned to Victor.

He leaned back casually against the wall, watching the chaos unfold with amusement. Unlike the others, he didn’t look panicked at all.

In fact, he almost seemed bored.

"I’ll take care of it."

Victor finally said, standing up.

The other professors immediately turned to him.

"Wait, you can fix this?"

Victor smirked.

"Of course I can."

With a wave of his hand, a complex spell circle appeared before him, glowing with a strange energy. The magic pulsed outward, trying to push through whatever force was blocking the connection.

For a moment, it seemed like it might work.

But then—

Boom!

A violent backlash exploded from the barrier, nearly knocking Victor off his feet. The air crackled with raw power, sending sparks flying across the room.

The professors gasped in horror.

Victor exhaled sharply, his smirk fading slightly as he wiped a speck of blood from his lip.

"Tch."

He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"So even I can’t break through easily. This just got a lot more interesting."

Professor Aldric stepped forward, eyes sharp.

"Victor, what is this?"

Victor turned to look at them all, his golden eyes gleaming with something unreadable.

"This is the work of demons."

He said smoothly.

The room fell silent.

Elara’s expression hardened.

"Are you sure?"

Victor nodded.

"I don’t make mistakes when it comes to this kind of thing."

"Then— Then does that mean—?"

Professor Dain swallowed.

"Yes."

Victor’s smile was sharp, almost predatory.

"It means that the human world’s invasion is about to begin."

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