Reborn: Imperial Officer Promotion Guide

Hull had a dream. ...

A dream when my name was not yet Helheim.

The body reflected in the water's surface had fragile and slender wrists and feet, and appeared to be trembling because it could not support the weight of the body.

Hull dreamed of his death again.

After traveling to this world for a hundred years, his old body is about to come to an end.

"Is this the final act of the most powerful magic master in history... My master's final act is truly heartbreaking..."

The voice of his beloved disciple rang in his ears.

Aging and death are the fate that no one can escape, and even the power of magic cannot achieve immortality.

Death is the end of all things in this world.

Before his death, Hull tried to find a way to cheat death.

It was an experiment that put pressure on one's own soul.

As a result, he woke up again in a world that had changed dramatically, just the same age as when he first traveled through time.

He regained his youthful body.

The memories of the past hundred years are shrouded in fog, and most of the good memories have now turned to fragments.

Only the magical knowledge accumulated over hundreds of years was engraved in his brain.

The world's most powerful magic master has been reborn.

...

The Jastron Empire, an ancient empire with a history of thousands of years, is one of the most mature countries in the world.

The Sky Palace stands in the center of the imperial capital, which embodies the empire's wealth, culture, and power for thousands of years.

Today, a job appointment ceremony is being held in the magnificent palace of the Sky Palace.

Crystal chandeliers, velvet blankets, marble sculptures on mahogany tables, and landscape paintings on the walls exude grandeur and luxury.

Nobles dressed in gorgeous clothes gathered in groups of three or four, holding glasses of red wine.

Servants came and went with trays of food, bringing exquisite food for the ceremony.

Full of reverence for the bright future, the twenty-four newcomers who were about to receive the job appointments lined up neatly.

These lucky ones passed the general officer examination and are about to enter the upper world.

Unlike the joy of others, the expression of only one person was out of place.

"It all smells like decay..." the black-haired young man muttered to himself.

In such a formal occasion, such words are inappropriate and even outrageous.

The black-haired young man had a pair of equally dark and deep eyes, and his empty eyes seemed to come from the abyss.

He just looked calmly at the dance in front of him and the nobles toasting each other.

"Helheim...!"

The girl standing next to the black-haired young man was shocked and said, "Be careful with your words!"

"If someone hears this, it will be a big problem!"

The girl had golden hair that looked like golden rice ears, and her turquoise eyes were slightly angry at the moment.

The black-haired young man looked nonchalant.

Helheim was one of the twenty-four newcomers appointed to the position, and also the only one of commoner origin.

Then I hated these well-dressed nobles.

Those who are in high positions but lack moral integrity will become a great harm and can be killed...

"Huh..." Hull sighed deeply.

He suppressed the surging magic power and murderous intent in his body.

If you go on a killing spree in the Sky Palace, you will no longer be able to gain a foothold in the empire.

Hull's goal is not to kill everyone with just blood and energy.

That was what a warrior did, and he was the man at the top of the magicians - the master of magic.

A magician naturally has his own way of doing things.

His wish is to reach the top of the empire and complete his mission of stealing the country.

In this way, time passed slowly for three hours.

The ceremony finally entered the oath-taking stage.

Among the twenty-four people, a young man exuding the temperament of a nobleman walked calmly to the stage and began to take the oath.

That is a special honor only given to the chief of the newly appointed generals.

"That's beyond my expectation. I thought you would be the chief speaker."

The girl whispered to him from the side.

“I’ll be satisfied if I can get third place.”

Heer gave a bitter smile, he was definitely the best in terms of magical attainments.

But the reality is that I have to stand in the audience and watch others give speeches on stage.

What an irony.

Every year, hundreds of thousands of people from all over the empire sign up for the general officer examination.

There are only two subjects in the exam - practical magic and written test.

The examination for generals does not consider one's social status, only the test results are considered.

Everything is done to select talented enough people to enter the core of the empire.

——On the surface.

Looking through the list of qualified people in the empire in the past, one can discover a fact - no commoner has ever been able to stand on that stage as the chief.

There isn't even a second place.

The highest record for civilians is third place.

It is an open secret that the empire's prominent families have long dominated the single-plank bridge to promotion.

Even though he once stood at the top of magicians as the master of magic, Hull, who is now just an ordinary person, cannot change the rules of the empire.

Therefore, he has to keep climbing up the ladder of power until he can personally make the rules of the world.

Finally, it was time for the climax of this inauguration ceremony - the job allocation session.

It is related to everyone's future development, and it is also what the "protagonists" present are most concerned about.

The one who was appointed before everyone else was the top scorer in this general officer examination.

"Rizat Ligula, enter the Sky Palace Defense Department!"

"Yes!"

The nobleman made a bold voice that was inconsistent with his temperament, which made the other newcomers who were waiting for job assignments restless.

"Sure enough, he was transferred directly to a key department to serve as a military officer."

An unconscious smile appeared on the girl's face.

The Sky Palace Defense Department shoulders the important responsibility of protecting the royal family and senior aristocratic officials.

This is the best of the best jobs. Being assigned to this department is like boarding an unsinkable ship. The future is bound to be smooth sailing.

Rizat comes from a prominent family. His father is the current head of the family. His title is ranked third among the upper nobles of the empire, [Far East].

I think that in addition to considering academic performance, family background also played a big role in the assignment of Rizat's position.

"Eima Doria, enter the Sky Palace Agricultural Department."

"Yes Yes!"

When her name was called, the girl paused for a moment before answering loudly, her excitement barely concealed in her tone.

No wonder.

This girl came from a prominent family. Her father was once one of the top military figures. Even though he was retired now, his family was still an influential noble family in the empire.

Since the eldest daughter of such a noble family wanted to enter the officialdom, the imperial center would naturally not treat her unfairly.

Don’t look at the monk’s face but also look at the Buddha’s face.

It should be my turn next.

But contrary to Hull's expectations, the third, fourth, and fifth place...

The names of more than a dozen new people were called out one after another on the stage.

Hull's expression became heavier as his name was called.

Hull looked at the people whose names were called with a frown: "This is too outrageous..."

Rizat, who won first place, and Yingma, who won second place, are both top newcomers in terms of their background and talent.

If it were just them, it would be fine, but the next dozen newcomers ranked higher than him. Even if Hull didn't take it seriously, he could see something was going on.

This ranking is not based on the results of the general officer examination, but is based entirely on the ranking of family origin...

This result, or rather, is a common practice.

Perhaps it is a microcosm of the entire corrupt empire.

Hidden behind it are the considerations and choices made by the empire's royal family and upper aristocracy.

Seeing that he was the only one left, the noble on the stage finally called out Hull's name.

"Helheim, the northern border guard fortress of the Empire."

(The last one...?)

"..."

Hull lowered his head with a gloomy face and was silent for a moment.

Although he had prepared himself mentally in advance, he still did not expect such an outcome.

"Yes."

After a brief silence, a lifeless voice sounded.

But the surroundings suddenly became lively, and all you could hear was the sound of uncontrollable sneers, and everywhere you looked you could see piercingly cold smiles.

Hull's expectations were dashed.

Not only did he fail to enter the core of the empire as he wished, but he would also be assigned to the front line of the battlefield on the border.

Not only is there no future at all, but being on such a battlefield means you could lose your life at any time.

Such job assignments are clearly malicious.

Or to put it more directly, this is a punishment-type exile.

Hull gave a wry smile.

The North, literally the northern border of the empire, is a high-intensity war border with a 50% casualty rate all year round.

The neighboring Principality of Diorudo had long ago severed diplomatic relations with the Empire.

The two countries are in a dangerous relationship over border land, with each taking a bite of the other.

What's worse, the barbarian tribe of Kumin often harassed the northern border, which made the local military and civilians complain bitterly.

For such dangerous or deadly places, new officers have never been sent directly from the center.

(You even made an exception for me...?)

Hull stood on the stage to receive the letter of appointment, and the senior noble in front of him had an irrepressible smile on his face.

"I hope you will be self-disciplined and diligent in the future."

"We will definitely fulfill our mission."

Hull showed an unconcerned expression, saluted the other party according to the imperial tradition, and then walked down from the stage briskly.

When no one noticed, Hull smiled.

"A battlefield?" He touched the wand in his arms: "I'm worried that I have nowhere to use my magic..."

In the northern border surrounded by wolves, a giant dragon is about to soar into the sky...