I, Doomsday Scientist, Transformed into a Mage

Zariel's perspective:

[Beep! Your doomsday-rescuing (troublemaking) little assistant is online!]

The apocalypse arrived, and scientist Zhang Qi'an stood shoulder to shoulder with the sun... only to be dragged into a magical world by an unreliable electronic voice.

Good news: The transmigration starter pack came with a System.

Bad news: The System was a fool who'd failed at acting aloof (?). Apart from "Ding-dong" and "Beep-beep," its most useful function was saying, with complete confidence, "I forgot that too!"

Staring at the enormous [Magic Power: 2] on the screen, Zhang Qi'an fell silent. At that level, could he even manage a tiny flame?

Worse, before he could get used to the new world, he was beaten and thrown into solitary confinement aboard a slave ship. He finally escaped with his scientific mind and the System's cheat ability (?) only for a shipwreck to dump him on a deserted island.

Just when he thought his run was over from the start, an elf with silver hair and violet eyes, as aloof and ethereal as moonlight, saved him.

The beautiful elf was quiet and powerful. The healing magic flowing from his fingertips was gentler than a spring breeze.

Zhang Qi'an (moved): "There are good people in this other world after all!"

System (screaming): "Host, look! There are so many zeroes after his magic power! He's a walking jackpot! Grab hold of him!"

But after following the elf back to his home in the clouds, Zhang Qi'an gradually realized...

Was the elf being a little too nice to him?

At the same time, the unreliable System finally managed to unleash its big feature:

[Ding! Conditions met. Host may now unlock the [Avatar] function!]

[Choose your initial avatar: 1. Down-on-his-luck poet 2. Mysterious scholar 3. Blazing demon... Beep! Insufficient energy! Suggested alternatives: 1. Ordinary cat 2. Ordinary bird...]

Zhang Qi'an: ??? Wait, am I supposed to learn the seventy-two transformations in another world?

With a mysterious elf roommate on one side and a foolish System urging him to create secret identities, cause trouble, and level up on the other, Zhang Qi'an was forced to set out on a fantastical journey.

Until the day disaster swept across the world once more.

The elf spread luminous wings in the wind, but another phantom appeared behind him.

The System wailed in his mind: [Warning! Source of world destruction detected. Energy signature match: Elf · ???]

Zhang Qi'an: ...So the greatest threat is right beside me?

#WhatDoIDoIfMySystemIsntVerySmart

#HelpTheBeautifulElfSeemsToBeMyPastLifeEnemyAndCurrentLifeSecretCrush

#ILearnedSeventyTwoTransformationsToStopTheWorldFromEnding

Nefele's perspective:

"I wish to die amid the world's most scorching flames and sunlight, until all of me is burned away."

Mist Elves are born among the clouds, formed from formless clouds and pure magic. They live in seclusion. Few in the world know that Mist Elves have no parents, no relatives, and therefore no warmth. Among them, there is only hierarchy and self-interest.

Nefele was the last Mist Elf born from the clouds. He was the strongest and most gifted, yet taciturn and awkward, as if he had been born with less of a soul than the other elves.

The strongest elf had always held the position of Mist Elf chieftain. At the time, the chieftain prophesied that the Mist Elf race would be destroyed.

Then came the day he shattered the crystal orb the Mist Elves had protected for generations with his own hands.

After that, chaos began silently consuming the continent, and for the first time, Nefele sensed the existence of a "soul."

He was banished from the Cloud Kingdom. For a hundred years, he traveled alone across the continent, yet he always felt cloaked in loneliness, as if things were never meant to be this way.

After many twists and turns, he found himself back by the sea of clouds, where he met a human who glowed faintly.

Fragile, yet radiant, just like the last ray of light that had tempted him to reach out before the crystal shattered.

Nefele helped him, an act that almost went against his cold nature. Yet he couldn't take his eyes off him. Was this a gift from the stone?

Once the thought arose, he could no longer suppress it. So he selfishly invented a tragic past that wasn't his own, just like the clichéd stories he'd read while wandering. If he could, he would keep up the lie forever, until...

But he couldn't. Broken things always came at a price, and that crystal orb was probably his doom.

Nefele ran away, hoping to put more and more distance between himself and this human, until he could no longer see that light.

But perhaps it was fate that brought them together again, this time at the mage examination. In the royal capital, he spotted the glowing human at once. He followed him and signed up for the exam, even though he had earned the badge marking him as a top-rank senior mage a hundred years earlier.

He thought they still had a long road ahead of them.

Theme: Even across time and space, love and wisdom remain the light that guides us home.