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The Language Mage

I'm Richard, a well-known linguist, and my life was all about decoding ancient and dead languages. I've spent years immersed in the intricate tapestry of countless dialects and scripts. My most ambitious project, the culmination of my life's work, was finally complete. I'd uncovered something that could rewrite the history books and shock the entire world. But fate can be merciless. On my way to celebrate this breakthrough at a restaurant, everything changed in an instant. A car crash, and I was gone. At least, that's what I thought. The next thing I knew, I was waking up, but it wasn't in the cold sterility of a hospital room. No, it was in a young man's body, and the world around me was unlike anything I'd ever seen. Magic was real here, and it flowed through the very air. My name was still Richard, but this was a world far removed from my own. What could I, a linguist, possibly do in a world of magic? My body was physically weak, and I was a stranger in a realm where words held the power to shape reality. As I navigated this bewildering new world, I faced not only the challenges of adapting to my new life but also the potential to use my unique skills to unlock the secrets of this magical realm. The journey that lay ahead was an enigma, but one thing was certain – my life had taken a turn into uncharted territories, and there was no turning back.

RiverGoat · Fantasy
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48 Chs

B-Class teacher

The classroom door swung open with a resounding echo, and Oscar Osborn entrance was nothing short of awe-inspiring. His imposing, muscular frame seemed to have a gravitational pull of its own, filling the room with an undeniable presence. Each step he took resonated with the discipline and self-assurance that came from years of rigorous training. His eyes, deep and unwavering, carried the look of resolute determination.

As Seraphina engaged in a conversation with Oscar, Richard couldn't help but notice the familiarity of her smile, the same one she had worn when dealing with Isabela earlier. It struck him as an act, a facade that she skillfully performed.

Oscar, who appeared to be engrossed in their conversation, seemingly oblivious to the fact that her warm smile might not be as genuine as it seemed. It was a stark reminder of the intricacies of the relationships within the B-Class, and Richard observed this with a mixture of curiosity and wariness.