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Magnus Against Apocalypse

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Currently working on the rework version of this series ... After his party defeats the demon lord, Magnus, the greatest mage of humans, is forced to transfer himself to the hero's original world. For he has to save it from the demon king's final curse. But an error occurred, which cost him the only magic stone he brought. It makes him unable to cast magic. Realizing that the world has been filled with undead, and pants are the only thing he wears now. As he stands on a rock that is also accidentally transferred with him to that world, he screams... "HEEEEEEEEEEELP MEEEEEEE !!"

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Chapter 1Prologue - Stranded !!  

As the sun shines on my head, I felt the stinging UV piercing on the skin that was not protected by the fabric of the shirt. Currently, there is no adhere in my body other than the underwear that looks great at the bottom of my butt.

Meanwhile, an arid desert and steep rocky hills clawing at the sky all around me is. Which are a few kilometers from the mossy rock I stepped on. This dry throat is excruciating, I want to drink a bottle of freshwater. But now is not the time for that!

And apart from the critical condition that I'm in, right now. There's another problem that's approaching me. It was a problem whose roaring with his hollow throat, while their trembling eyes staring at me.

! Do you think I'll let you try to bite a bit of my flesh if you beg like that?! Of course not, idiot!!

But it can't be helped, that's just how they are...

Undead, a resurrected dead body with dark magic energy. A lifeless being that carries out one command in its head regardless of anything else around it. The order was nothing but eating.

But, unlike us, humans who ate a variety of food. Which diverse with various kinds of presentations continue to grow from time to time. The only things the undead wanted to eat were living things. Whether it's mammals, birds in the sky, even the mythical dragon creature. If it is possible, they will swarm it until their stomachs are full filled with the flesh of their prey.

But for this undead whose organs all over his body were rotting and moving so slow. Because the slow sulfuric acid production process. Which should be in the production of their stomach to digest, happens very slow. It makes them rarely eat their prey to the finish.

It exposes the prey they bite to the dark magic energy from the undead. And causes them to die slow, and then turn into undead as well. What an annoying cycle of multiplication that often occurs in dungeons for adventurers.

Yes, that's how it should be, because they are bound creatures that should only exist in dungeons. Yet, the state I'm in right now is a little different from how it supposed to be. It's because the place where I'm currently standing isn't a dungeon at all. Even this isn't the world full of magic and adventure that I'm familiar with...

The real world ' she ' calls it, though to me my world full of magic and adventure is also quite real. But because of the carelessness of the heroine, I summoned from this world, I ended up in this condition.

Trapped on top of a mossy rock that had carried away from the world I came from. Dozens of stinky undead approaching as they let out a terrifying roar from their throats.

What an annoying thing!

If anyone else were in my position right now, I'm sure that they would have screamed in terror. Or even decided to end their own life while still a human. But, nothing like that would happen to me!

That's because I, Magnus, was Superficial Arch-Mage, whose can cast any magic. Moreover, I can apply it to any scale better and bigger than anyone else. Whose I mean by anyone, were including that lich demon king too. The demon lord of the undead, who cast his final magic upon his death. And made me forced by the heroine to teleport to this world, to save this world from the demon lord's final magic.

So, a Superficial Arch-Mage like me who can repel that magic, forced by my party to transfer myself here to do so. And by to do so, all I need to do is raise the wand in my hand to the sky and cast the spell.

"UNMORTEM HOLICIAAAA!!!!"

... and.

Nothing happened.

The bright light that should shine from the tip of my wand and simultaneously also dispel the undead curse that the demon lord sent from my world, ... was not happening.

Why didn't anything happen??

Am I lacking focus because the air of this world has no mana, and it forced me to use the magic energy stores stored in the magic stone at the tip of my...

...?

I blinked a few times and rubbed my eyes looking at it.

The tip of the wand supposed to bind a light brown clear stone. But after I confirmed it and paid more attention to it, it wasn't in its place.

What happened? ...but come to think of it. My oversized cloak also slipped from my body when I arrived in this world, and leave me with only pants on my butt. But instead, this mossy rock that I stomping right now, moved with me into this world.

No, no, no, why would I even care about this stone when things were critical like this? Critical state? Am I in a critical state? ... let's think again.

I'm currently standing on a mossy rock under the hot sun. Clothing other than underwear doesn't protect me from UV rays that sting my skin. Then, around me, there was about fifty undead walked over. Some are even already under me while trying to grab me because they can not climb.

Yet, because the air of this world, has no mana that can converted into magic energy. Also, the magic stone that I should be able to use in an emergency isn't at the tip of my wand either.

Did not it make me, who was a Superficial Arch-Mage, become an ordinary weak youngster. Who can not do anything but scream in front of the undead?

...

"SHIT, I'M IN A CRITICAL STATE NOW!!!"

Damn, why did this happen to me, who should be able to slay dragons with one bare hand? Whose while converting mana into magic energy, I can cast my spell without the help of a wand!!

The undead was also here trying to reach out with a weak motion to grab me. And I only had a stick and a mossy rock that saved me with its height.

How grateful I am while kissing this mossy rock that saved me. Yet, this is not all over. Because from now on, the undead who won't die even if their hunger isn't met. And I who can't do anything while sheltering on this mossy rock. Will have to compete for endurance over who can last longer!

Wait, ... last longer?

Last longer?!

Doesn't that mean I'm hopeless against this undead?

....

Well, that is the story of me, who stranded in this miserable state. Can do nothing but take a very very deep breath and scream.

"HELP, ANYONE, SOMEONE, JUST ANYBODY IS OK, ... PLEEEEEEASE HELP MEEEEEE!!!!

I DON'T WANT TO DIE ROTTING HERE WITH THIS UNDEAD!!!! HELP MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

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