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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 III

Fiona's hand rose confidently, — I want to fight against him, Richard, I guess. — She announced, her tone steady and self-assured. As Fiona stepped forward, the atmosphere in the room shifted perceptibly.

A calm and composed demeanor enveloped her, punctuated by a warm smile that drew Richard's attention, though not in a way that brought him comfort. He had grown weary of those seemingly polite smiles directed his way. Fiona's unhurried descent to the stage suggested a surplus of self-assuredness, bordering on arrogance, and it rubbed Richard the wrong way.

"Why do I need to fight again?" Richard pondered internally. The idea of surrender crept into his mind, but an inner urge resisted, compelling him not to back down from a challenge. Slowly rising, he descended to the stage, preparing to face Fiona.

— Why do you want to fight with me? — Richard questioned, he barely knew this girl, making her specific desire to face him in combat perplexing.