Hogwarts: Apostle of Chaos

Lin Mo was an empty shell.

Abandoned by his mother at seven, then treated as a good-for-nothing by his father for twenty years, he was alive, but it was as if he had never lived. His only solace was the passionate anime he watched on a screen late at night: Naruto, Luffy, and all those people rejected by the world, only to be seen by it at last. He thought he was just a viewer, until he touched the Frenzied Flame in Elden Ring and was transmigrated in a flash of electricity.

When he awoke, he had become Lucien Gaunt, the last heir of Slytherin and the Gaunt family’s sole “untainted descendant.”

But he didn’t know the Frenzied Flame had come with him.

It wasn’t an ordinary fire. It was the will of chaos, the whisper of an outer god that sought to “melt away every divide.” It didn’t force him to do anything. It simply murmured, “Afraid of being abandoned? Melt everything, and there’ll be no more abandonment.” Each time he tried to save a friend, the Frenzied Flame consumed him a little more. Each time he thought he was becoming a hero, chaos drew one step closer.

From corrupting a Horcrux, to hurting Hermione, to burning down Hogsmeade, he went from the “light” everyone had pinned their hopes on to the most feared name in the Wizarding World: the Apostle of Chaos.

Voldemort wanted to rule the world. He wanted to destroy it. For the first time, dark and light wizards joined hands, not because good had triumphed over evil, but because the man who wanted to be a hero had to be destroyed.

Harry raised his wand, his hand trembling. Hermione held him and said, “You deserve to be loved.” Ron said, “In the next life, we’ll still be brothers.”

He smiled as he fell. Yellow flames drifted away like fireflies.

In the History of Magic textbook, he is remembered as “the most dangerous dark wizard.”