Loser's redo: Transmigration in a novel

Zick couldn't help but keep considering the made-up story he told Ovelon. He couldn't find any flaw right now, but there was still a chance of others finding out.

No plan or scheme was perfect, there was always a chance of failure. It could be a coincidence, carelessness, or a mistake, many factors together lead to a surprising outcome.

Like the current situation.

Originally, Zick planned on using the information of a secret hidden by the alchemy tower to make a deal with Uthyen. He had thought of many ways to convince and proves it's validity to Uthyen but it had all gone to waste.

Ovelon a high-rank member of the Everlor organization, coincidentally had a meeting with Uthyen today. It can't be said as a total coincidence because many factors pointed out that there was a chance of this happening.

Zick had just never thought too deeply into it. Because of that, he had to make up a story in that instant, though there were no apparent flaws in it, there were many suspicious things when a person looked deeply into it.

There was also a chance of the person who hired the bandit to take revenge on Zick, which gave him another worry.

It seems this person had received false information about Uthyen's escort being weak. There were three high-rank knights present when Zick entered the room. The middle-rank bandit leader would never be able to defeat them.

Even Zick would have a hard time fighting them.

Uthyen had hidden some trump cards white well.

Zick didn't find it weird as he knew the kind of person Uthyen was.

'I trusted that sheet of paper too much, I am letting my guard down. I need to consider every matter down to the minor details.' Zick reflected on his mistakes.

Resting his cheek upon the back of his hand, Zick looked at the street through the window of the carriage.

The couch was made of expensive material, making it comfortable to sit on even if the carriage shook. It was no different than the ones used by the nobles.

Zick's eyes shone in bright light, remembering something.

'There was a person who liked blood a lot who appeared in the . This person was also from the Everlor organization, he wore a mask then. Even if he didn't, the chance of me remembering his appearance description is quite low.'

Zick closed his eyes and focused on remembering the details of the .

The blood reaper, a notorious criminal known for his way of killing and strength. He was a master spearman.

He had destroyed multiple villages and cities, and every time he would gather all the dead bodies and form a pool of blood in the middle of the village. Then he would start taking a bath in it.

While reading the , Zick had considered him to be a vampire but that doesn't seem to be the case.

It was just that Ovelon wasn't the type of person to be looked upon by common sense.

'.....The others from the Everlor organization who appeared in the weren't normal either. Leaving a few who just did bad deeds to live, this organization is made of sadists and people with some mental symptoms, which are hard to reveal to society.'

Zick wanted only to use the power of the organization, he didn't have any intentions of becoming close to the other member, unless there were any benefits to him.

"I wanted to ask from a while, do you have demihuman blood running through your veins too," Ovelon spoke, crossing his hand, he stared at Zick's vertical eyes. Varine lay beside him unconscious.

"No, it's a family characteristic that is passed down from generations," Zick spoke with a natural look, his voice was calm with no sign of tension in it.

"I see, that's a disappointment....." He didn't doubt Zick as demihumans can't form mana nerves in their body. He could clearly feel one in Zick's body. He was even more curious about him as he could sense characteristic in his mana.

At that moment, Ovelon's expression changed. With a surprised expression, he took out a palm size brown book from his space ring.

"That was faster than I thought, my subordinate found your bandit friend's body. Well, this proves that you aren't lying, let's just go to the headquarter, there you can officially join the organization." Putting the book back into the space ring, finishing reading it, Ovelon spoke in a friendly manner.

"Thank you for your help, sir Ovelon," Zick spoke in a gratified manner and bowed His head.

"Don't worry about it, People like you are necessary for the growth of the organization."

Hearing this, Zick's eyes shone which was hidden as he bowed. He could tell that Ovelon was loyal to the organization by this conversation.

The carriage moved on and reached a deserted house. Getting off it, Ovelon passed on Varine to one of his subordinates and walked into the house.

Walking behind him, Zick looked at the house which appeared to be an inn.

"Good day, sir Ovelon." The receptionist greeted Ovelon with a simple bow.

Ignoring the receptionist, Ovelon headed towards the basement.

'The walls of this inn have a stronger enchantment than the one I stayed at yesterday.....' Zick couldn't sense past the wall at all.

CLICK~

Opening the door of the basement Ovelon entered it along with Zick. The four peak-rank knights walked behind them.

Even in the silence, there was no feeling of awkwardness, instead, it gave others a feeling of solemnity.

They reached the basement soon, and a big teleportation circle shone in the middle of the room, fully illuminating it.

"Let's go then, be sure to stand upon the magic circle." Giving a warning, Ovelon took out a big mana crystal from his space ring.

Placing in upon the magic circle, Ovelon waited for it to activate.

Zick didn't find Ovelon using a mana crystal weird. Aura can't be used as fuel to activate a teleportation circle. To activate such a big magic circle at least one to two peak-rank mages are needed.

From how Ovelon didn't have to pay merit points anymore, showed that high-ranking members could use teleportation for free.

Shortly with a flash Zick and the others vanished.

A bright light overtook Zick's vision, making him close his eyes.

The next time he opened his eyes, Zick could see a room with an expensive interior.

"Alright, for now, you follow me, what was your name again?" Ovelon spoke while walking towards the door.

"It's Hevish and where exactly are we in?"

"The capital of the Gorthect empire of course. This mansion is owned by a viscount rank noble, at least that's how it is in the eyes of others. Don't worry, this is one of the secret bases of the Everlor organization."

Click~ With a carefree look, Ovelon opened the door.

A silent corridor greeted them beyond it.

"Follow me." Ovelon started walking towards somewhere unknown. Soon they reached in front of a luxurious-looking door.

Opening it, Ovelon entered it along with Zick. The others stayed out.

The room was decorated with many ornaments and there were couches kept systematically.

"Hey there Reve, I brought a recruit who is willing to join the organization, take care of him," Ovelon said to the man sitting at the table.

"Ohh, it's rare to see you bringing in a recruit." Rubbing his chin, the young man named Reve, who looked to be in his 20s, looked at Zick and Ovelon with interest.

Ignoring Reve, Ovelon looked towards Zick. "This guy will take care of recruiting you, I will be taking my leave now, and if you still want to buy that slave be sure to meet me three days later with the money." In the end, Ovelon spoke in a playful tone and left through the door.

"That bastard.....sigh, so Did he explain any of the perks provided by the organization?." With an annoyed expression, Reve asked a question to Zick.

"No," Zick said without any hesitation, feeling that Reve was just a high-rank knight, the same as him, he spoke with a cold voice.

"I see...I am Reve, I handle the recruitment of the organization. You are a high-rank knight so you can become a green-rank member."

"Oh, you don't know the hierarchy of the organization. I will only tell it once so remember it properly. There are five ranks, it goes like this- Black, red, purple, green, and white. The black is the highest and white is the lowest rank." Sitting comfortably on the couch, Reve started explaining about the organization freely.

Hearing everything carefully, Zick asked the most important question.

"What would I gain from joining the organization? Which limitations would I have? What kind of role would I play in the organization?" Zick's expression turned emotionless saying this.

"Well, you would gain resources in exchange for your merits; The limitations are obvious too, you are not to betray the organization and you must swear to serve it. In return, we will swear to treat you properly; as for the role, the organization mainly handles the assassinations of certain troublesome individuals and accept the request of people with a connection to us. "

'That's not bad.....the limitation is not too overboard or neither too weak.'

There was another question: "What about my freedom? I won't accept a deal that limits my growth."

Hearing this, Reve shrugged his shoulders.

"We are an unorthodox organization, all our members are hotheads with lofty ambitions. I won't deny that there are internal struggles for important positions but that in itself won't intervene in those matters. It will be up to you and the other disciples to handle them."

"The organization is built upon the strength of its members, you will fall if you are weak and you will climb if you are powerful, that's an iron rule in the world of unorthodox organization. It's better if you read the oath to understand it better."

"So do you agree to become a green-ranked member?"

This cleared out all the doubts that Zick had.

"I agree and I would like to inspect the contents of the oath beforehand."

Noah couldn't find anything wrong with Reve's conditions so he ultimately agreed to join the Everlor organization.

Reve took out a tablet from his space ring, it was old and many intricate inscriptions could be seen over its surface.

"Touch it and you will know the rules."

Zick didn't hesitate, his hand went on the tablet and a stream of information entered his mind.