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A surge of magical energy coursed through him, a roaring torrent that found its way into his palm as he voiced his incantation with unrestrained determination: "Firebolt!" A luminescent heptagram materialized from his outstretched hand, hovering before him, gathering the surrounding energy to manifest a grand sphere of roaring flames. It hummed with potential, awaiting his command to assault the malevolent creature looming before him. The creature, a beast with wolf-like features, bore menacing red eyes that once struck terror into his heart. But with the awakening of his magic, fear was a forgotten shadow. Without hesitation, he released the fiery sphere towards the beast. A brilliant explosion enveloped the monstrosity, scorching its onyx fur and searing its flesh with unbearable agony. A triumphant smirk tugged at his lips, a single breath of relief escaping as the imminent danger faded away. As the creature succumbed to its fiery demise, he reveled in his newfound power, a declaration of victory escaping his lips: "I did it! I have become... a Sage!" ____________________________________________________ WARNING: If you cannot stand dark stuff like rape, murder, gore, etc, my work is not for you. Ordinary man MC Isekai-ed in a world full of conflicts, but most of all, he needs to resolve his inner-conflict. Weak to strong. As a first-time writer, worldbuilding is my forte. The writing and English grammar need to be improved... and I'm continually learning. My chapters are usually longer than the standard on WN, 3-4k words instead of 1.5k words. I manage(d) to publish twice weekly, but by the length of my chapters, it's basically the same amount of content you'll get with daily chapters of 1.5k words. Chapter updates when I have the time, unfortunately. If you wish to directly support me, you can send DOGE to this address: DPy7f5UxEEvty424M7KxfEhGA3dECtQcn8 Cover art is MINE.

Tengu_San · Fantasy
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93 Chs

Chapter 65: The Orphan

The next day, early in the morning.

The two fake slaves were still in the cage, after spending a sleepless night huddled together. They ate nothing and barely drank from the muddy water that the tenant provided them with a dirty bucket.

"Thia, are you okay?" Jorael asked, making sure of his companion's condition.

"Oh shoot... I just closed my eyes without knowing it, but it's hard to sleep like this..." Cyn'Thia answered in a tired tone.

"I hope they found something so we can..." he was saying before being interrupted by the slaver who came and hit him with the metal bar while exclaiming:

"Son of a flying rat, you are so talkative early in the morning, huh?

I bet if I hit a little more, you'll stop talking, hahaha!"

The tenant struck him violently several times with the club, delivering violent blows through the bars.

"Stop, please...