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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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751 Chs

Stealing

Chapter 635: Stealing

[16 Wisdom Points Obtained!]

As the notification of acquiring Wisdom Points flashed before his eyes, Charles dismissed it with a flicker. His attention swiftly turned to the fallen Minotaur corpse, its formidable presence now reduced to lifeless remains. Closing the distance with simple strides, he approached the fallen creature, prepared to extract the precious treasures that lay within.

With deft precision, he swiftly removed the head-sized reddish magic crystal from the creature's heart region, its pulsating energy a testament to its formidable power. Satisfied with this valuable find, Charles harvested the horn, carefully extracting it with practiced finesse. Each movement was deliberate, ensuring no single component of the fallen beast went to waste.