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A Chosen Hero Who Doesn't Want to Be a Hero

In Eutimia, the people are divided into four castes: magic users of music and songs; food magic users; ordinary magic users; and those with no magic talent. And Marleen Harper just wanted to enjoy his normal life as the owner of a not-so-popular cooking school in Eutimia and a user of food magic when he received news of his parents' death from Iskandar Lennon, his best friend, whom he hadn't seen since he left the palace where he was raised as the younger brother of Marion Harper, the crown prince of the kingdom of Eutimia as well as his older brother. He, who initially only wants to continue to enjoy his normal life, is forced to face difficult choices when he finds out that he is the person in the legend who will determine the future of Eutimia, which is in danger thanks to the presence of Ciardha, a rebellious magician who wants to rule over Eutimia and the whole world by making himself the sole ruler, and who disturbs the peaceful life in Eutimia with various attacks aimed at magic users from the first and second castes, the highest caste in Eutimia. Which option will Marleen choose; to help save Eutimia from Ciardha's hands, or instead join Ciardha and create a new world that will change the whole order of life in Eutimia?

carmen_irene27 · Fantasy
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90 Chs

Chapter 60

All day I locked myself in Iskandar's guest room. I kept thinking about Iskandar's words earlier.

No. It won't heal for good...

If I can't recover, what should I do? While I live with my abilities as a food mage, which of course relies heavily on my two hands. And now…

I looked at my right hand. Comparing it to my left hand, which still feels normal. My right hand feels stiffer and shakes a bit when I try to move it, while my left hand can move freely. But it only lasted for a few moments, before my right hand started to feel excruciating pain. The stabbing pain hit my right hand again, only it didn't hurt as much as when Iskandar's magic wrapped around my right hand.

"Shit!" I shouted, throwing my pillows and objects at me.

This is definitely a big failure for me. Not being able to move my hands to cook, even if only one side, is an insult to me who is used to using both hands to cook. If I can't move my right hand, I...