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Fire Mage

John Browning, a former underworld assassin, went to his friend Angele's wedding party but ended up meeting his former colleagues. Before he could think that the whole wedding ceremony was a setup to catch him, he felt dizzy all of a sudden! At that moment, he knew that his lifelong friend had already betrayed him and sold him out. John was humiliated in front of hundreds of people and was forced to kneel in front of Thomas, the underworld assassin organization leader. Within a few minutes, they beat him brutally, dragged him to some underground basement, and then locked him in a gloomy room. John felt bitter when thinking about his friend's betrayal. He laid on the cold floor for two days and died miserably. But his story didn't end there. … In a world filled with magic and mystic powers, John Browning woke up in an 18-year-old boy's body. Before he could open his eyes and see his current situation, he felt someone was dragging his body. 'How am I still alive?' He got puzzled inside. But after a few seconds, John learned from the young boy's remanent memories that he was transmigrated to a mystical fantasy game-like world filled with magic and mystic powers! [Author's Note: The Mc will take some time to walk on the path of a fire mage due to less information about the world. So, don't get mad at me guys. If you feel anything wrong with the story, feel free to give me a review or comment. I will try my best and correct it. Have a happy reading!] ... If someone wants to contact me, you can send a request to my Instagram account or just send a mail. Contact via: akauthor02@gmail.com Discord: https: https://discord.gg/mYwPPbs6 Instagram Id: https://www.instagram.com/akauthor02/?hl=en Cover Pic credit: RafaelMousob

Ak02 · Fantasy
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New Job

Chapter 235: New Job

Cedar Woods, near the Royal city of Iron.

Currently, a curly blonde-haired woman in her late 60s stood in front of a larger crater and was looking at the surrounding charred trees and plants. She had round amber eyes, a slightly wrinkled oval face, wore a black robe, black boots, and covered her neck with a red scarf.

She was none other than Vivian's Teacher, Louise!

After glancing around, Louise zeroed her gaze on a particular area where the broken trees and branches were appeared and took a step forward.

After a few seconds of walking, she arrived in front of a large tree trunk and frowned as she saw footprints.

Then, she looked around and soon started walking in a particular direction.

While walking, she also noticed blood traces and furrowed her brows.

"She flew away from here?" She tilted her head in confusion and resumed her search.