Reborn into Chaos:The Dark Wizard’s Chat Group

Aiden leaned against one of the stone pillars, trying to catch his breath. The echoes of battle faded into an unsettling silence, broken only by the soft flicker of floating candles overhead. The defeated attackers lay sprawled across the Great Hall, their wands scattered like discarded relics.

What the hell is going on?

The adrenaline was fading, replaced by a sharp awareness of just how insane everything had become. He'd been hit by a truck, died, woke up in a stranger's body, joined some magical chat group, and now—he was fighting masked lunatics with magic like he'd been doing it his entire life.

The [Dumbledore's Army Reborn] chat buzzed again.

• HarryPotter96: "Nice work. You're picking this up faster than expected."

• HermioneG91: "Though your technique is rough. You're relying too much on instincts without control."

• LunaLuvGood: "I liked the part where you kicked that guy in the face. Very 'wizard-like.'"

Aiden couldn't help but snort. "Yeah, because kicking someone's face isn't magical enough."

He rubbed the back of his neck, still feeling the lingering burn of raw magic coursing through him. It wasn't like adrenaline—it was something deeper, more potent. A pulse beneath his skin, woven into his very existence.

But before he could process any of it, another notification flashed across his vision.

[Quest Complete: Survive the Ambush]

Rewards Unlocked:

• [Spell: Expelliarmus - Mastery Level Up: D]

• [Skill: Shadowstep - Mastery Progress: 15%]

• [Bonus: Memory Fragment (Locked)]

"Great," Aiden muttered, "more cryptic messages."

As he scanned the room, his gaze fell on one of the unconscious attackers. Unlike the others, this one wore a different mask—sleeker, etched with strange runes. Curiosity piqued, Aiden approached and knelt beside the body, reaching out to pull the mask off.

The moment his fingers touched it, another wave of energy surged through him.

[Memory Fragment Unlocked.]

—FLASH—

Aiden's mind was flooded with images not his own:

• A dark tower under a blood-red sky.

• A figure cloaked in shadows, whispering incantations in a language older than time.

• A wand carved from obsidian, glowing with malevolent energy.

• Screams.

And a name… "Blackthorn."

—FLASH—

Aiden gasped, recoiling as the vision faded. His heart raced, cold sweat dripping down his temples.

What the hell was that?

The chat buzzed again.

• HermioneG91: "You accessed a memory fragment. They're echoes left behind by your bloodline."

• Neville_Lion: "Fragments can be dangerous. They're not just memories—they're pieces of power."

• LunaLuvGood: "Or maybe you're just losing your mind. That's fun too."

Aiden clenched his fists, trying to steady his breathing. Blackthorn. That name felt familiar, like a word on the tip of his tongue.

Then it clicked.

[Bloodline: Blackthorn (Dormant)]

The system had mentioned it when he touched the Legacy Orb. Whatever that vision was, it was connected to him—to whoever's body he now inhabited.

Looks like I've got more than just magic to figure out.

Suddenly, the massive doors to the Great Hall creaked open again. A figure stepped through, cloaked in deep emerald robes, their face hidden beneath a hood. But this wasn't another attacker. The air around them felt different—charged with authority and power.

Aiden instinctively raised his hand, ready to cast, but the figure spoke first.

"You fight well… for someone who doesn't know who they are."

The voice was smooth, layered with both curiosity and amusement.

"Who the hell are you?" Aiden shot back, his stance guarded.

The figure lowered their hood, revealing a sharp, angular face framed by dark hair. Their piercing green eyes glinted with something Aiden couldn't place—interest? Recognition?

"My name is Professor Thalor. I'm here to help you understand what you've become."

[New Quest: The Blackthorn Legacy]

Objective: Follow Professor Thalor to uncover the truth about your bloodline.

Reward: Unknown.

Failure Penalty: Unknown.

Aiden scowled at the floating text. "Of course. No pressure or anything."

He glanced at the defeated attackers one last time, then back to Thalor. Something about this felt like a trap—but standing still had never been his style.

"Fine," Aiden muttered, stepping forward. "But if this is a setup…"

Thalor smirked. "You'll do what? Hit me with Expelliarmus again?"

Aiden's eyes narrowed. "No. I'll find something worse."

The professor chuckled, turning on their heel and leading the way.

[Scene Transition]

The corridors beyond the Great Hall twisted like a labyrinth, filled with portraits that whispered as Aiden passed. The castle seemed alive, its walls humming with old magic. Despite his unease, he couldn't deny the thrill buzzing beneath his skin.

Finally, they arrived at a massive chamber lined with dusty tomes, ancient artifacts, and glowing runes etched into the floor. At the center stood a pedestal with a black crystal pulsing faintly.

"This," Thalor said, gesturing to the crystal, "is the key to unlocking your bloodline."

Aiden crossed his arms. "Why should I trust you?"

Thalor's smile faded, replaced by a seriousness that made the room feel colder.

"Because whether you trust me or not, they are coming for you."

Aiden's gut twisted. They?

Before he could respond, another notification appeared.

[Urgent System Update: Threat Detected.]

- Dark Entity Approaching

- Estimated Arrival: 5 Minutes

Aiden's instincts screamed. Whatever "they" were, he didn't have much time.

"Alright," he muttered. "Let's unlock this damn bloodline."

He placed his hand on the crystal.

And the world exploded.

[End of Chapter 3]