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The Cursed Chaos

Unbeknownst to the modern world, the realms of magic have been at war with each other, each vying for dominance. Utahi Toshiba, a powerful but unfortunate wizard, succumbed to the ancient magical force known as Chaos. Driven to the brink of death, Utahi used his last strength to imbue a newborn child with this chaos magic. That child is Kai Kikuchi, a mortal that had no known knowledge or connections to magic, a perfect hidden vessel. For thirteen years, this power of chaos dwelled within Kai, never manifesting itself until Kai’s anger got the better of him. While being bullied at school, Kai tapped into the power of Chaos on accident. However, a mage hunter sensed Kai’s power and brought him before the Hokage, the headmaster of a magical academy known as the Magesterium. Knowing that the power Kai possessed was dangerous, the Hokage chose to teach Kai control over Chaos and hide the true existence of this power from everyone. However, as Kai delves into this new world of magic, he quickly learns that chaos is something that might never be controlled. As the world that Kai knew of crumbles around him, he realizes that power and strength are not what make a man, for his own personal abilities are nothing compared to the magical realms that seek to consume him. As Chaos begins to swallow him whole, will he choose to try and master control over the Chaos, or will he choose to become the villain and let the inner desires of the Chaos lead him deeper into its temptations? Follow along now with Kai and his friends to find out!

Jeremiah · Timur
Peringkat tidak cukup
90 Chs

Qi Academy

Light brightened, sending a wave towards a being sitting on a chair in front of a large window that serves as its passageway. The first thing noticed was the numerous piles of paper scattered throughout the room. A two-foot mountain of yellowing paper with tattered edges balances precariously on the file cabinet at the back of the office. In front of the file cabinet is a desk piled high with books, some of which are historical in nature, one on each corner. A huge bulletin board beside the desk is covered with all kinds of paper—pictures of maps, pictures of magesterium officials, pictures of friends. Cartoons are strewn about, and favorite quotes protrude from the corkboard and wooden frame. Books of various sizes are stacked beneath the bulletin board on a warped pine board atop the radiator.