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The War of the Primals

Born as the heir to the world's most powerful family of magicians, with a talent for magic that rivals that of the gods, Adall knew happiness only to have it forcibly ripped away from him shortly thereafter. Overnight, he would be banished from his family and condemned to a pathetic life of wandering. Or so it was supposed to happen... How did he become so powerful? Why am I unable to inflict even the slightest injury on him, even using my most powerful spells? Why must I lose to someone I could have killed with a mere murderous intent not long ago? His new calling will be to instill fear and despair in the hearts of his enemies.

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Last Dance with the Goblins I

Adall's main body in the goblin king's quarters suddenly coughed up blood. The pain he felt was so intense that he had no choice but to activate the life pearl to heal the damage he had received.

He felt as if he had lost an arm because his living replica had died instantly, leaving only its clothes as evidence of its presence in the cave.

The attack from the primordial of darkness was incredibly swift and devastatingly powerful, but what impressed Adall even more was her ability to deceive his enhanced senses, sharpened by his 100% magical sensitivity and Herald of Life attributes.

The words she spoke before unleashing her attack echoed repeatedly in his mind. Unlike other times when he had no clone to delegate the task, this time, only the consciousness within the living replica had made the journey, with the main body still occupied filling the free spaces in the Bracelet of the King of Magic. This was why the primordial had attacked him.