When Dante finally entered Amelia's former master's room, he was truly surprised. Unlike everything he had imagined about the environment of an archmage, being most likely extremely powerful, it simply never crossed his mind that this room was almost entirely a completely normal bedroom. It had a regular bed, a desk, and there was even a television?

Was that man a fan of Dante's previous world? Is that why he "migrated" there?

After searching the room thoroughly, Dante believed there was only one thing in the entire room that could be considered an inheritance or whatever that meant in this world. Right on top of the comfortable bed, there was a simple book. When opened, it appeared to be a dialogue from Amelia's Master, whose name was proudly displayed on the book's cover: "Zargorios." A ridiculously silly name, but it was his name nonetheless.

The first pages were just a strange dedication, as if this book had been made to be read by someone other than Dante.

When he finally began to flip through the book quickly to find something useful, he was already surprised on the first page, where Zargorios (silly name) started speaking directly to Dante, using even his name and species to avoid any confusion.

Dante spent just over forty minutes in that room, and when he finally finished reading the book, he was much more initiated into this madness than before.

Zargorios had indeed summoned him to this world so that, at some point in his future, he could rebuild his old institution. According to his explanations, it seemed very much like a university from Dante's previous world, but for magic, focused on creating high-level wizards.

After reading that, Dante was even more shocked and simply couldn't understand why he was chosen and not someone else. He knew nothing about magic; in fact, he was just a regular zombie. The most magic he had ever done in his life was using illusionism to entertain some friends during college parties. If he mentioned that to any mage in this world, they would probably laugh in his face at the idea of equating it to real magic.

Besides, there were many other strange beings; surely, there were wizards on Earth. Heaven knows, there was a beggar who seemed capable of floating, and Dante wasn't joking about that. He had seen it on the internet, and it was very interesting.

But it didn't matter now because he was chosen for some reason he might never know, and unlike the others, he was here, having to start his life from absolute scratch.

Fortunately, the man seemed to have written about almost everything Dante would need to know as a newcomer in this whole isekai business, as well as a newcomer as the Master of a magical institution.

A magical institution without any powerful members and, apart from its books, had lost all its great, ancient, and powerful artifacts. But it was still a magical institution.

At the end of the book, on the inside of the cover, which he couldn't understand how it was possible to be placed there, most likely through magic, he noticed something that, to him, seemed like a strange but extremely beautiful ring.

He actually knew what this was because he quickly finished reading the book, and if he was correct, that was the old master's ring.

Dante knew that if he put this ring on his finger, based on Zargorios's previous instructions, he would become the master of the entire place, at least for the rest of the month.

He wasn't in an excellent position; he could be in a much better position compared to someone who was isekai'd against their will and gained nothing from it, possibly even being manipulated by some god to fulfill their perverse and hidden desires.

But Dante, while inheriting this powerful title, only truly gave him ownership of the institution's true and eternal wealth, its grand library, which, as he read in the manual, was somehow mystically linked to this ring.

Everything else, even this place where he was, only functioned because Zargorios kept them functioning, and, from what he understood, the entire place would start to disintegrate within a month after the previous Master disappeared. Dante didn't know why that would happen, but using his previous knowledge as an avid reader of generic fantasy, it could be related to some mystical energy with a very strange name that he used to keep everything working.

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After finally seeing the whole picture of where he was, Dante was more determined than ever to try to live in that world. This place seemed very similar to the medieval fantasy worlds he read about in his adolescence. This might actually be the chance that many people from his previous world secretly wished for at various points in their lives, wanting to escape their complex and difficult environments to embark on what seemed like a simple world of swords and magic.

Of course, it surely wasn't simple; life was never simple, whether you had a cell phone in hand or could shoot fireballs at small green humanoids.

But if Dante's life had been marked by losses and desires for most of his time, and his afterlife had so far been marked by pure boredom and fear, then not only did Dante have nothing to lose because he had already lost everything he had, but also, after the death of his wife, this might be the first time he had a chance to create a better future than he had imagined for himself.

No one can go back in time and change their choices, and maybe even if he could, he wouldn't. So, if he had to accept all these strange events that had happened and would happen to him, then he would have to do that because only the dead don't need to be constantly changing. And fortunately, he wasn't completely dead.

After deciding, he finally picked up the strange ring, which would have been extremely expensive in his previous world just because of its beautiful characteristics. It was a silver ring with delicate ornaments and a strange, refined, blue crystal that, with its mere presence, could illuminate the entire room.

Finally, without expecting anything, he simply put the ring on the finger that felt most appropriate, and unlike what he believed, nothing really grandiose happened. His consciousness didn't elevate to the transcendent, and he didn't get to contemplate an aspect of non-existence, in fact, he was as he had always been, with a mind filled with various doubts.

But one thing had really changed: he was now the true owner of the entire institution. It didn't matter if there were no ghostly sparks, grand circles of colored light, or even a demon emerging to seal this action, the contract had just been signed.

Finally, as he was preparing to grab one of the stylish outfits he had found, which seemed to fit him perfectly, he realized that information that had never existed within him began to explode in quantities.

Unfortunately, it wasn't important ancient and powerful knowledge about magic, but rather complete information about the artifact that was now completely stuck to his fingers.

As he had suspected, that ring was not just a simple ceremonial ring or something to define his status. In fact, it was better not to let anyone know about it. It was actually an extremely comprehensive magical artifact called the "Eye of Odin." It came with various functionalities that served to help a magician, but things that would only occasionally be portrayed in myths.

Knowing what it could do, he looked at his hand and pronounced a single simple word.

"Research."

Mysteriously, his eyes began to glow in an intense sky blue, and in front of him, he could see something that for him was once nothing more than pure fantasy. His entire being was there, easily reduced to words and numbers, something very similar to a video game's status.

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name: Dante Brasilio agripa

specie: High Zombie

type: Undead

age: 25

class: Workaholic(max)

vit: 500

str: 50

dex: 40

After reading this, Dante couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He wasn't a workaholic; he just wanted to get things done earlier to have more time later. But it wasn't his fault that there were always more things to be done afterward.

"But what do these really mean? Like, Strength, Vitality, and Dexterity, if I'm not mistaken. But what does strength really account for? And what would be the difference between muscle strength and some kind of muscle agility? Isn't it supposed to be the same thing?"

"Vitality, on the other hand, I can't even begin to guess. It wasn't supposed to make sense, but for some reason, it does."

"Oh heavens, what have I gotten myself into?"

As Dante got up to pick out some clothes, he thought about his points. Was this a lot? Probably not, but Dante was easily capable of cracking open a human skull with his bare hands, so at the very least, he should be in a position beyond that of a regular human. But not too much, especially compared to Amelia, who seemed to have some colossal strength hidden in those small muscles.

Afterwards, as he looked at the various stylish and beautiful outfits, he couldn't help but be surprised once again when a black shirt and black jeans appeared to him. He knew that at some point, he would have to start wearing uncomfortable leather clothes, but he simply didn't want to do that now.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he could calm down a bit. He was truly comfortable with his appearance, unlike many others. When he died, at least he had the luck to do it at an extremely satisfying moment of his efforts to keep his body in the best way possible.