Transmigrated as a Wrong Character in a Sorcerer World

Carion smiled as he listened to him and replayed his words in his head. 'It's better to live with the pain and use it as fuel to move forward, eh.'

He felt it was a very wise saying; it was good advice. Klaus knew it, too. But when he said it, although it made Carion feel good, it didn't bring back very good memories for him.

That advice was given to him by the old man who was his teacher on the streets, the one who taught him how to move between the small and big mafias in that world when he was a young man looking to fulfill a dream.

That man who was like his life teacher, one of the few he considered friends, later betrayed him. 'Although you failed to kill me, your advice still seems to be valid, old man.'

In those days, he didn't follow that advice. The loss of his family at the hands of arrogant bastards would always use it as fuel, but he didn't want to remember the past with pain. He didn't want to use that pain as fuel.

So, he followed exactly the path Carion was following. A path where that pain no longer affected him, where he no longer felt guilt and no longer thought it was his mistake because, in part, he was not to blame for being too young at the time and not being able to kill people much stronger than him.

But choosing that path made him realize that, as the years went by, part of his life was losing meaning. No one was there to give meaning to his life, nor were those painful but necessary memories.

When his life lost its meaning, the only thing that gave it meaning was discovering the universe, understanding it, and exploring it further; his curiosity was his meaning. Maybe he had some foolish hopes in his heart, but they were the only things that kept him from jumping off a bridge when he had the chance.

That's why he advised that to Carion. Maybe he sees in him what he himself was in the past, or maybe it's a way to vent to himself for long-standing guilt; only he could understand his motives.

After that small talk, Carion drove to a place where they sold luxury cars, both for collection by auctions and 'normal' cars.

There were sports cars similar to those on earth, as well as unique and exotic models. Many people came in and out of this place, which was not only used to sell cars but also for people to go sightseeing and look at the beautiful cars.

"This is the best auto store in town, one of the best in the country." He said, then leaned close to Klaus' ear to tell him something. "This is one of Mr. Johew's main companies, the one I showed you last time. So let's avoid revealing our identity at all costs to not alarm them."

Klaus nodded to him. "Don't worry, I know."

As they got out of the car, a saleswoman approached and greeted Carion politely.

"Mr. Carion, it's good to see you again; what brings you here?"

She was dressed casually in the company uniform. She was the woman who had served Carion the last time he came here when he bought his current car at auction.

This company has contracts with Red Tower, so all sorcerers coming from there should be treated kindly, even more so one like Carion Westwood, who is among the most famous in Red Tower at present and one who, it is hoped, will in the future be as powerful as the Leader.

Carion nodded to her. "Miss, this time I didn't come to buy anything; my friend is interested in cars. He's also from Red Tower, Klaus."

She nodded, her eyes shining widely.

She had ignored it because the money from a sale with Carion was always amazing, but now that she looked at Klaus, his beauty and those signature purple eyes clicked in her mind.

"The new promise, Klaus!? The most beautiful Sorcerer in the City, Klaus of Red Tower!" She let out a great cry after saying that.

From one moment to the next, she pulled out a small piece of paper and a pencil from her storage ring and placed it in front of Klaus. "Lord Klaus, could I have your autograph? I belong to your Fan Group!" She said, smiling intensely.

Klaus looked at her in shock and subsequently looked at Carion. "Since when am I being promoted?" he asked, in shock.

Carion looked at him strangely. "Don't you know? You're an internet celebrity in the city. Red Tower should have sent you promotional payments, right? It's from that they're sent every week to your account, and your image is the most used by the company these days."

Klaus was stunned. 'What the hell, really?' He didn't even pay attention to the woman in front of him. He quickly pulled out his cell phone to look at the bank transfers and realized that he was telling the truth.

'I see... I hadn't been looking at my cell phone these days, so I didn't notice, and so many notifications come in. It's absurd, but these payments are really high. No wonder I have so much money in the account.' He thought.

Carion moved closer to him. "Dude, aren't you acting? You really didn't know? I heard there's a new Sorcerer that's trending big, too, the Night Sorcerer, but in fame, you surpass him; how could you possibly not have heard about it? Don't you watch the news?"

Klaus didn't know how to answer. He looked at the local social networks and realized it was true. His name and even photos of him, taken without consent, were roaming everywhere.

He had several TVs in the apartment, but he had only turned them on once since he arrived. He'd been focusing so much on his training and discovering new things that he completely forgot that a society as advanced and internet-enabled as this one tended to trend a lot of things, especially when they were new.

'Ahh...' He sucked in the air, feeling a bit drained, but smiled.

"Tsk, I would have known that and used it to generate more money. Tsk." He grumbled, teasing a little, and then looked at the girl who, though she had been ignored, was looking at him with mad adoration.

'I've never had a fan like that before. Tsk, tsk, I think I'm handsome.' He smiled, grabbed the notebook she was giving him, and signed it for her.

That woman's eyes sparkled with intensity, and she thanked him continuously.

"It's okay; I came here to shop, so I hope it won't be a problem."

"No, no, no, no, don't worry. Naturally, it's not a problem. Please follow me." Her happiness radiated in such a way that even Carion had to look at the kind of impact Klaus was having on the nets.