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The Bookstore Mage

Participant of the Webnovel spirity awards, so votes, reviews, and comments are very much appreciated! ******* Following the unfortunate news of his grandfather’s passing, Lucien is forced to go back to his old hometown. As the sole living relative, he gets to inherit his old pop’s bookstore. A place where he had spent most of his childhood. There, however, he finds an ancient book that ends up shaking his view on the world and raising the curtain over a side he never knew existed, one filled with magic, mythical creatures, and all sorts of dangers. “Wait a minute! Are you telling me, grandpa was a wizard?!” Follow Lucien as he slowly unveils the mysteries of this hidden world, meets new people, saves princesses, befriends dragons, and uncovers the ancient secrets of his bloodline. This is the story of the Bookstore Mage. ******* This story is set in a modern-day setting. It’s not earth but a parallel world similar to ours with different countries and all of that. There will be some world-hoping elements down the line. There will be some elements of army building. There will be pets. There will not be any harem, I’m not confident enough to write a realistic one without compromising the relationships. There will be a realistic development of both the MC’s powers and his relationships. This will seem like a slow start, but it will hopefully pick up the pace whilst still being enjoyable. I’m not writing the chapters now, this is an old draft I had for a long time. So the updates will be consistent. And lastly: The cover Is not mine, if the owner would like me to remove it please let me know.

Immortal_Simo · Fantasy
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59 Chs

Chapter 50: The door

Lucien glanced at the silver blade in his hand and hesitated for a second before decisively opening a wound on his left palm. His face grimaced in pain, yet he didn't move as he allowed the blood to fall freely to the ground. 

"Awey wa neɣ, tledyeḍ tawwurt-nni!" He spoke the incantation and felt his mana steer as it moved towards his blood. Still, it was not enough. 

"Awey wa neɣ, tledyeḍ tawwurt-nni!"

"Awey wa neɣ, tledyeḍ tawwurt-nni!"

Lucien repeated the chant twice, his mana surged stronger each time. His blood that splattered on the ground began to boil and then miraculously moved to form a strange pattern on the ground. 

The pattern looked akin to a star inside of a circle. As Lucien was busy studying the strange symbol, the surrounding mana suddenly surged towards it with shocking ferocity.