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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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The Scarlet Blood Clot III

The viscous red liquid that was the scarlet blood clot flowed into Adall's mouth, then down his esophagus, finally ending its journey in his stomach.

From that moment on, the goblins consuming it had to let their bodies process it and obtain the benefits of this miracle solution through digestion. However, this was not the best way to proceed according to the product description Adall had read.

Having nothing more to do in the goblin king's quarters, he stood up without delay and asked to leave. Permission was granted without hesitation by the king.

Arriving in the room that had been given to him the previous day for winning the first phase of the champion's tournament, he sat cross-legged on the floor and began circulating the energy from his stomach through his magical circuit as suggested by the system.

But which of his magical circuits would receive this energy? It is worth noting that he possessed two in his body.