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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

With determined steps, Richard endeavored to steer his thoughts away from the oppressive weight that clung to his psyche. His footfalls resonated through the corridor, each echoing stride a conscious effort to create distance between himself and the relentless turmoil that seemed intent on engulfing him. The world around him receded as he focused on the rhythm of his gait, an anchor to keep his mind from straying into the depths of despair.

As he continued on his solitary journey down the corridor, the flickering torchlight cast ever-moving shadows upon the walls, mirroring the turbulent churn within his soul. The faint murmurs and laughter from distant parts of the academy provided a stark contrast to his internal struggles. Richard's determination was etched in the firm set of his jaw and the unwavering intensity in his eyes, his unyielding resolve carrying him forward, step by step, into the unknown night.