Inside the Magecraft Workshop located in a warehouse in Minato Ward, Tokyo,
Jin'ga Sōsuke dragged his exhausted body back here. Having gone an entire night without rest, dark circles were obvious beneath his eyes. Yet he felt no fatigue whatsoever. On the contrary, his whole body was in an extreme state of excitement.
The corpses of the Jin'ga Family members on the floor had already gone into rigor mortis. The congealed blood made their skin look blackened, and some stared blankly at the ceiling with lifeless eyes, seeming unable to rest in peace.
Jin'ga Sōsuke felt nothing at the deaths of these so-called relatives. He could even laugh out loud.
His talent for magecraft was abysmal. He possessed only eleven Mage Circuits, and both their quality and quantity were pitifully poor. He could not even cast slightly more complicated two-section spells. Within the family, he had always occupied the position of an outsider. If he had not been good at currying favor, his life would likely have been even more miserable.
It was precisely because of this dreadful talent for magecraft that Jin'ga Sōsuke had gained the trust of his uncle, the family's genius magus and youngest head of the family—Jin'ga Seiji.
After all, trash could never threaten Jin'ga Seiji's position as a Master.
And this distant nephew, whom Jin'ga Seiji had regarded as no different from trash, someone good for nothing except flattering others, had unexpectedly become the last surviving member of the Jin'ga Family.
Jin'ga Sōsuke's body trembled faintly, as though tiny currents of electricity were coursing through it. He clutched his still-aching left arm. The improper transfer of the Command Spells had caused him considerable suffering.
However, relying on the vast amount of magical energy contained in the Command Spells, the blocked Mage Circuits within Jin'ga Sōsuke's