He had lost interest of earth and adapted to his new world.The alley reeked of rust, and the kind of silence that made your teeth itch. Flickering neon signs barely lit the narrow corridor as Coyote Heraclides moved through it, his hands stuffed in the pockets of a long black coat. Rain clung to his hair like dead weight. He looked like just another street stray — but there was a storm under his skin.
Once, he had been Zhang Wei — a NEET with no future . Now he was Coyote. A Tier 2 magician Catalyst. A magician born through blood and grief.he had learned phantom swap ,tempo thief ability the 2 tier 1 trickster powers,and recently he had became tier 2 magician without realising.
The trigger had been Gandalf's death. The old man wasn't just a mentor — he was the closest thing Coyote had to a father. When his body hit the ground, something inside Coyote cracked wide open. Magic — wild, raw, and unstable — had poured out like a dam breaking.
It hadn't stopped since.
Now, he wandered the underworld with three goals: survive, grow stronger, and fulfill gandalf's death wish,reaching beyond tier 5 and becoming beyond human.
And lately, a name kept resurfacing — Arthur, a Tier 4 berserker and former pupil of Gandalf himself. He led a group called the Hollow Cast, infamous for their brutal rise. They didn't wait for emotional triggers or slow training. They kidnapped low-tier Catalysts, butchered them, and shared the blood to gain power unnaturally.
Coyote wasn't aware.
Today, like many before, he scanned job boards — scraps of paper offering everything from sewer cleaning to monster extermination. Most were scams. Some were traps. But one caught his eye:
> "Exorcising Spirits — Wage Depending on Calamity Level."
Location: 47-A, East Fog Lane. Lunefall city the same city he had got reincarnated into first,No questions asked.
He ripped it off the board and turned toward the address without a second thought. His reflection in a shattered window flickered — tired eyes, a clenched jaw, and the faintest shimmer of mist trailing behind him.
He locks gandalf's house and leave the village and makes his way to lunefall city.
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On a rooftop nearby, Arthur crushed a cigarette beneath his boot.
"He took the bait," he said, his voice low and rough. The Hollow Cast stood around him like shadows — twisted Catalysts, each dripping with stolen power.
"Does he know who we are?" one asked.
"No," Arthur grinned. "But he will."
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Coyote stood before Building 47-A. Cracked windows. No lights. The walls were covered in claw marks, like something had tried to break out.
He glanced once more at the paper in his hand, then up at the door. This wasn't the first shady job he'd taken. Probably wouldn't be the last.
He knocked.
Once.
Twice.
Silence.
And somewhere inside, the trap began to tighten.
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System facts by the author:
To become an catalyst you need an emotional trigger and a personal object
To become a tier 2 catalyst you need another emotional trigger.
For tier 3 you need to inflict and endure pain equivalent of getting burned alive for an hour.
The higher tiers mystery will be unfolded asvteh chapters goes on.