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Lear performs a bloody sacrificial ritual in honor of the cursed star and asks for its help, only to wake up in the body of his sixteen-year-old self, back when he was studying at a special academy. With knowledge of the future, Lear decides to do everything to protect himself and those dear to him from the coming war with demons and from enemies within the academy.
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