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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

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Red Prince

Chapter 317: Red Prince

Charles stood in front of a lava pool with his arms crossed and stared at a particular area.

At that moment, a humanoid figure crawled out of the lava pool and tried its best to stand up.

The sheets of skin sloughed off the body, the blackened chunks of flesh hit the ground and continued to smolder.

Blood bubbled and steamed as it spills out from the wounds.

It was a gruesome sight.

The figure was none other than Saron!

Her eyes, mouth, nose, and other areas appeared utterly charred.

Even though she seemed to be on the verge of death, she continued to stand up and utter words in an unknown language.

"You still haven't given up?" Charles spoke coldly and arrived in front of her.

Blood continued to spill out of her orifices and painted her charred body in red color.

Finally, she stopped muttering, turned her face towards Charles, and spoke in a hoarse voice.