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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

The battles II

Evelyn and Violet walked gracefully to the center of the stage, their footsteps echoing in the hushed anticipation of the audience. The subtle rustle of Evelyn's chestnut hair framed her composed expression, and her hazel eyes radiated warmth.

In contrast, Violet's hair, reminiscent of her namesake, cascaded around her features. Her blue eyes, filled with a captivating magnetism, drew curious gazes from onlookers. As they reached their spots, the two contestants stood five meters apart.

As they stood on opposite ends, facing each other from afar, a palpable tension hung in the air like an unspoken promise. A silent battleground where unvoiced emotions and untold stories lingered, waiting for the moment they would converge or drift away.