Dawn didn't want to have his powers be connected with someone else. After all, it was his powers. It would just be plain absurd if he were to share it with someone else.
That was why Dawn didn't like the...thought of the Blessings of the Battlefield being a person or a creature.
If it were a person, then it could make decisions according to what it thinks.
And that fact made Dawn scared as hell. This would be the first time that Dawn felt true fear for something.
It was just that bad for the Blessings of the Battlefield to be someone.
Even if Dawn were to eradicate the whole forest in search of strength, Dawn might not receive the blessings if the battlefield deemed it so.
What's more, Dawn had battled a ton of monsters underground when he cleaned up the secret monster pot.
Who knows if the reason why Dawn was not able to evolve was because the Blessings of the Battlefield didn't want to give him blessings?
That would be a first, but Dawn knew that it might not be the last.
That was why Dawn didn't like the idea of the Blessings of the Battlefield being a person.
He was disgusted, scared, and confused that he even forgot about Oz.
It was just that scary and terrifying for a goblin.
---So, does this mean that...any goblin that the Blessings of the Battlefield chose will be strong no matter what?
Dawn thought of the possibility of the Blessings of the Battlefield intervening with the goblins.
It was more than plausible and it was even reasonable. Dawn even thought that the goblins were just pawns for this Blessings of the Battlefield, and that was why he got mad.
Of course, he didn't stay on it as he just thought of the possible calamities that could happen if it were confirmed that the Blessings of the Battlefield was a creature.
Why? It was because so that Dawn would be able to think of countermeasures for it.
Even if the goblin race was created just for the sole purpose of serving the Blessings of the Battlefield, Dawn would do everything he could to get out of its grasp.
He was a king. And the goblins were his people. There is no king who would bow down to an enemy when that enemy is threatening the prosperity of his people.
Even if the one threatening the people...is the pillar that supported the goblins for hundreds, thousands...millions of years.
It was then that Dawn heard something once more. It was the same voice that talked to him.
And the same screen that he read before appeared once again in front of him.
And what it said was the same.
[The Blessings of the Battlefield is happy with your doubts.]
That was what it said, and that was all. It didn't have anything else, and it didn't explain anything at all.
It just literally said that the Blessings of the Battlefield is happy with Dawn's doubts.
And it was crazy. That was why Dawn turned his face into a frown as he stared into the empty air.
After all, the Blessings of the Battlefield...it just mocked Dawn!
At least, that was how it would appear to Dawn who was struggling to think about it.
However, there was at least one comfort about this message of the Blessings of the Battlefield.
And that was...
---The Blessings of the Battlefield can't, don't, and won't be able to control goblins.
At first, Dawn thought that the goblins were created to serve this Blessings of the Battlefield.
He then became skeptical of things that happened to him with the Blessings of the Battlefield; the evolutions that he had, the messages that he knew...etc.
However, when Dawn read what the Blessings of the Battlefield said, he became sure that the Blessings of the Battlefield can't control goblins.
Why? It was because Dawn was now suspicious of the Blessings of the Battlefield, and yet, the Blessings of the Battlefield did nothing.
It didn't do anything to stop Dawn's doubts or thinking, nor did it try to force Dawn to kill himself or something like that.
After all, if someone is doubting you, it would be reasonable to try and get rid of the person who is suspecting you.
And if the Blessings of the Battlefield had the power to do that, he would certainly do it to Dawn.
Although Dawn didn't know whether it was because the Blessings of the Battlefield just couldn't control him or what, Dawn was still fine with it.
After all, it means that Dawn won't be dying anytime now.
---That leaves the evolution. As long as I can assure that I can still evolve even if the Blessings of the Battlefield don't want to give me blessings, then...
Then...everything would be fine.
As long as Dawn could still get the powers that he could get from the Blessings of the Battlefield, it would be fine.
It would be fine even if the Blessings of the Battlefield were to have a personality or is a person.
After all, Dawn could get stronger. And once Dawn gets stronger, he would just destroy the Blessings of the Battlefield.
It was a simple solution, and it was one fitting of the goblin king.
That was why Dawn planned to test it out. Right, Dawn planned to test it out.
Although Dawn...didn't trust the Blessings of the Battlefield anymore, he still knew that it is something powerful.
And since the powerful said that Oz will serve Dawn now, there was no longer any need to train him.
Oz would follow Dawn around, and do the things that Dawn would want him to do.
Well, at least, that's what Dawn thought of this situation.
It was such a roundabout way, but Dawn got what he wanted.
Well, he was given a troublesome problem and situation as something more...problematic than Oz came.
Anyway, when Dawn decided to test it out if he could still get evolution even if the Blessings of the Battlefield didn't want it, Dawn quickly moved.
"Oz, follow me." Dawn said as he turned around.
He then began walking as he disappeared into the forest beyond.
Since he already decided on it, there was no time to waste. Dawn would quickly do it to get the answers that he wanted.
After all, this journey and the long-time hunt would also depend if Dawn would be able to achieve evolution.
If the Blessings of the Battlefield won't give him any more blessings, then it was now time to go back to the village.
There was no need to waste time by whining and fighting more monsters when he wouldn't be able to get stronger.
Anyway, when Dawn disappeared into the vastness of the forest of trees, Oz...quietly followed right behind him.
It seems that Oz could understand generally, and that was why he, too, the Great King of the Jungle soon disappeared into the forest.
The look of the goblin king and the Great King of the Jungle looked truly menacing!
Well, it was mostly the Great King of the Jungle as he was that just scary-looking.
Anyway, the two of them soon arrived at their destination. Their destination was, of course, the place where Dawn's goblins were sleeping.
It seems that the goblins were about to switch positions as Didi and Una could be seen talking with each other.
Of course, when Dawn entered this scene, the goblins quickly noticed him.
Well, it was thanks to the humongous monster that is known as the Lion Tiger, Oz.
And as soon as they saw him, the goblins quickly gathered around Dawn.
Of course, even the goblins who were just about to sleep also gathered around Dawn.
There was no need for sleep if their king needed them. And it was clear as day that Dawn wanted them just from the aura he had as he walked.
It was...scary. Dawn looked so scary right now even though he wasn't saying anything yet.
At least, that was how Dawn looked to the goblins.
After all, Dawn was really pissed about how the Blessings of the Battlefield just mocked him.
Well, Dawn was truly a prideful goblin, but at least, he got better at controlling himself now.
Anyway, when the goblins gathered around him, Dawn quickly looked for two goblins.
Of course, that was the little goblin and Moris. The little goblin...was just standing right in front of the group.
On the other hand, Moris was standing at the top of a tree. Dawn was able to notice it when he looked for Moris.
Well, Dawn didn't really care about where or how Moris was listening to him.
All that matters was that Moris was listening, and that was why Dawn spoke as his blackish eyes...showed the shade of red.
The shade of anger.
"Is there a place where we could hunt monsters? Strong or not, I don't care."
"As long as it is a place where there are plenty of monsters where we could hunt, it will be fine."
Dawn said with his red eyes starting to make a line in the air as his Aura...started to leak out of his body.
And with Oz being right behind him, Dawn...truly looked like a death god that came down to this forest!


Humans have ruled the continent, Pangea since long ago. They claim to be the most holy race, created by High God Bathala however with the appearance of a single man, the world was flipped by his question.

"People are good and the monsters are evil? Who decided that?!"

It's been a week since Averill has in the Grand Library she is still not used to the luxurious life that she's having, her education is going smoothly too but there seems to some misunderstanding going on.
"Mila I've been wondering why are calling me a beautiful girl before when we first met?" Averill asked confused.
"Eh, aren't you a beautiful as I thought so you're unaware blessed sometimes oblivious to the fact...sigh" Mila was surprised by the sudden question.
Averill looks even more troubled after all that's what the answer she's seeking.
"What I'm asking is you think I'm a girl?" Averill asks again from a different perspective. 
Mila is shocked by the sudden revelation, as she really thought so at the beginning, and its already been a week.
"You're not a girl, why didn't you say so from the start!!!" Mila is quite angry at the same time envious he's wonderful even he's a boy many girls aren't par with Averill when it comes to delicate looks.
Averill is afraid by Mila's sudden outburst, after all, he's been abused for years getting submissive is already ingrained in his mind.
" Then let me ask a question is the color of your hair natural after all white hair are rare in humans only angels and vampires get them but only just a few majorities of them are Archangels or pure-blooded vampires."
" I have Albinism it's a congenital condition from birth also the main reason why my real family shunned me, I can't be exposed to light too much or else I'll get sunburn " Averill quickly explained.
"That's pretty much a vampire life then it's really fortunate that in the future if you have a large amount of mana in your body it will make a protective layer in your skin to guard you against the heat of the sun as well as cold so, for now, use an umbrella" Mila now understands the underlying reasons and quite sad for the lad's hardships.
But this condition emphasizes even more of Averill's attractive features if he really didn't tell it to her except for him being flat no one will believe his a boy.
 " Though you're still attractive nonetheless, you really have that between your legs?" Mila still doubted it after all she can't easily accept it seeing his elegance and delicate charm.
Seeing the jealousy in Mila's face, made Averill feel awkward after his used to contempt and disgust for being different but others being envious to him never happens.
"Um...yes I have it" looking at Mila's face made him flustered she doesn't have to so direct.
Now that the topic of his gender is clear there will be no more misunderstandings between the two but that does not count other people that will meet him.
"Oh yeah, you need to explain it to the Lumiere and Clair too in the future their still developing their own personality for the time being but that day will come sooner or later." Mila reminded Averill.
After that months have passed smoothly and Averill is already used to live here most of the time are spent between learning in the Grand Library and or resting inside the Mansion.
" This is getting dull how about going on a picnic?" Mila suggested
" Hmm... I only read about a picnic in books I never experienced it what is it like?" Averill only red it in romantic novels.
"Come on how sheltered are you, nevermind Lumiere and Clair prepare the picnic basket we are going to Oz Garden." Mila is excited to go out after all staying here all the time is boring before the successor came she traveled around the places near the Grand Library.
The Oz Garden is one of them it is the territory of a wise Emerald Dragon named Oz and also a friend of Mila who she always talks to in regards to magic, Oz is a great storyteller too they are able to the Oz Garden the place has many varieties of flower both rare and common the green grass sparkle like gems at the middle of it is an abode made lush trees, the scent of flowers and the calming breeze makes this perfect picnic spot.
" Isn't this place the greatest when it comes to loosening up." Mila is running around the field of flowers
" Is it really okay just to barge in here after all we still need permission from the owner?" Averill is nervous the one who lives is a dragon.
Suddenly a voice rang out inside the abode.
" My friends welcome to my garden, the successor and two homunculi you brought interesting thing here again Mila." what came out is an old man with a scholar's robe wisdom can be seen in his eyes as he walks towards us, he has an aura of both dignified and dominant despite his old age.
"Old man Oz how many years has it been your growing molds now staying only here"
" Still fine I see you brought the future Grand Wizard of the Light Alliance" Oz look at Averill in the eyes like his try to know him in every nook and cranny.
Averill felt uncomfortable by the gaze but he let it be known he's Mila's friend, Oz smile then look to Lumiere and Clair he's quite intrigued by how they are made.
" Perverted old man that's enough looking at young girls" Mila warned
 "Sorry it a habit of mine to study everything, the two homunculi are doing great they have emotion now though only joy, loyalty, and nervousness it won't take long for them to be complete." Mila nodded from Oz's analysis.
Averill feels great for the two hoping that they will have a proper conversation in the future.
" Is that the only thing you discovered Oz?" Mila whispered.
" There is another one but I'm quite uncertain"
"What is it?!" Mila impatiently asked.
" Its affection, but this is still not certain it can be lust after all love is mysterious and their are many kinds of it" answer by Oz.
Mila knows how Averill treats Lumiere and Clair he always reminds them to rest properly, they ate at the same table, he talks to them every day, he always looks after them even his the master, the homunculus is just consumables for regular wizards as there are other powerful beings that more worthy of there attention most of the homunculus are used to fend for themselves, you can pretty much say that the kindness Averill is showing to them is a great blessing.
" Well, they are his friends after all" 
"Friends, he's a quite an amusing boy I wondered what he will achieve in the future" Oz smile and look at the southern sky which has a dark shade of red.
" I have to ask how did you know that he was a boy from the start?" Mila pondered.
"Hohoho... of course, humans have a distinct smell between genders but for him, it was so mellow that I almost mistook him too." laughed by Oz
The four continued their picnic while Oz has an urgent matter to attend to they ate the foods in the picnic basket, sleep in the shade of a tree, pick different kinds of a flower to turn them into flower accessories.
"That was fun, this is one of the happiest days of my life!" A bright smile can be seen in Averill's face ever since his isolation he has never been happier, this sincere smile makes him even more lovely, Captivating Mila for a second even Lumiere and Clair was shaken by it.
'This lad's face is indiscriminate he charms both males, females, and even beast alike.' thought by Mila.
The day ends fast as they play around even though Averill can't stay in direct sunlight for long but it was without a doubt a joyous day for him he did the things he can't in his past life, recounting all that happens during the day
he goes inside the bath in a good mood.
"Oh, what is this 'Moonlight Lotus essence' a body oil? I remembered in the book that you put in the water of the bathtub." Averill put a drop of it in the water the smell spread in the air Averill's hand slip dropping the whole bottle in the water.
"This is bad what am I gonna do, I need to take a bath fast and throw the bottle." when Averill submerged in the water strangely the pleasant smell in the water disappeared he finished quickly when he passes by discovering that his skin and hair become silkier and smoother If in the past his a rare beauty now his one of a kind beauty even the most beautiful angel and vampire will be a pale in comparison to him.
Meanwhile, in Mila's cat house.
"Where did I put the Moonlight Lotus Essence, I remember I just put it somewhere here... Oh well maybe I'll find it tomorrow"

As Oz walked up towards Dumbledore's office he mused deeply to himself about how he should approach the situation at hand. Dumbledore is a powerful and manipulative wizard and there's no telling what he will do when Oz walks in.
After what felt like hours of walking, Oz finally arrived at the griffin stairwell. As soon as he reached the stairwell though, he realised that he actually didn't know the password. However, that didn't seem to matter as the staircase revealed itself anyway. Dumbledore was probably prepared to let him up when he arrived.
'I guess him not giving me the password is also a sort of sign that he doesn't trust me at all yet'.
Oz climbed up the spiral steps finally reaching a door.
'Well... here goes nothing...'.
Steeling himself one more time, he walked into the headmaster's office.
.
As Oz walked in the first thing he immediately noticed was Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes. Seeing the phoenix Oz was reminded of the Ambrosius ritual where he needed to collect as many parts of different beasts and creatures as possible. Although he was tempted, Oz couldn't exactly go up and ask Fawkes for a feather or forcefully take one especially with Dumbledore in the room.
After staring at the phoenix for a while he turned to see Dumbledore at the top of the steps looking down at him, the man was wearing his signature grandfatherly smile. A smile that would make any onlookers relaxed.
"I see you're interested in my phoenix. His name is Fawkes and he's been with me for many years, He's a dear friend of mine".
Dumbledore walked down the stairs and finally stopped as he was just a small distance away from Oz.
"Its a pleasure to meet you properly Oz. I understand last year you had some issues in Hogwarts with the other Slytherins not accepting you... however I feel as though that wont be an issue now."
Now Dumbledore was up close to Oz, he could get a proper grasp at the sheer power he wielded. The man was known as the second coming of Merlin, the man who defeated the dark lord grindelwald and the man who is now is the headmaster of Hogwarts. What Oz could see/sense right now was proof that those titles weren't shallow.
'This man... he's at the peak of step 3. His magic is so pure... I can literally feel it emanating from him. He isn't known as one of the most powerful wizards in the world for nothing... His core even seems to be balanced a bit! I thought he was against using dark magic but it seems in the past he must have brushed with it, that must've been when he was with Grindelwald. My previous evaluation of him in the first year was extremely off the mark...'.
After collecting himself from his shock Oz heaved a breath as he looked Dumbledore straight in the eyes.
"Let's get to the point Dumbledore, what is it you called me up here for? All of last year you didn't bother with me but on the first day of this year you suddenly grow an interest?".
Dumbledore stroked his beard at Oz's remark, seemingly amused at Oz's comment.
"With the way you word it, it almost sounds like you expected me to talk to you at one point... No matter... If you want to know I just wanted to talk to the descendant of Merlin, Oz Ambrosius. People always refer to me as a second coming of Merlin so hearing you were actually of Merlin's descent made me incredibly interested in who you are".
Oz looked a Dumbledore with a slight frown on his face.
'This man is obviously lying... He only wants me here so he can get a grasp on what my motive are while in Hogwarts, especially after the Harry situation'.
"It seems either rumours spread fast or you knew already that I was connected to Merlin... Well Dumbledore I'm happy to oblige if you'd like to have a little chat about my lineage and where I came from, however I feel as if you already know as much as I do".
Dumbledore's eyes widened slightly as he responded:
"Oh? It seems you hold my intelligence at a very high esteem! Such kindness is wasted on me".
Dumbledore walked back towards his chair as he took a seat, after getting himself comfy he started explaining his thoughts:
"I had my suspicions that you were of a noble lineage in your first year. After all its not like Wizards, especially those placed in Slytherin, pop out of thin air with no magical lineage known of. Your core and mind seem to be heavily masked as well and from what I can tell its a mixture of your own strength as well as the power of the ring you possess..."
Oz allowed Dumbledore to keep talking, a lot of what he was saying were things that Oz expected Dumbledore to know already.
"My suspicions were proven and set in stone as soon as a descendant of Merlin was found in Gringotts this summer just gone... I instantly linked that event to you. Then soon after the descendant of Merlin was found a master enchanter called 'Lee Oswald' appears? You should know as the descendant of Merlin that Merlin himself was a master enchanter, someone who could create magical artefacts just by lifting a finger".
Dumbledore leaned back in his chair as he gently smiled.
"You can imagine the shock I felt when I realised deep down that you Oz, a boy in his second year at Hogwarts was both the master enchanter and the descendant of Merlin everyone has been searching for... Such an impressive lad you are! Your work from last term showed me your intelligence first hand but creating a product like the Health Specs? thats some raw talent!".
As Dumbledore continued on Oz realised that he was trying to be very friendly with him, almost as if he was wary of what Oz could do... no he was wary of what he could become.
"Just as all the pieces fell into place in my mind Hagrid then comes to tell me that you approached him and Harry in the Leaky Cauldron, exposing Harry's abuse to the wizards and witches there. Such a situation to me seemed as though you were trying to get at me. You're a smart boy Oz so you should know that I'm his legal guardian after his parents unfortunately passed away...".
Oz's face stayed cold throughout all of Dumbledore's speech. Internally he was slightly surprised by how well he pieced it together. Then again, its not like Oz took any effort to cover his tracks as to him these things were going to be public eventually anyway. Plus, this was Dumbledore he's dealing with a man who is renowned for his intelligence.
'So heres the punchline. Instead of thanking me for exposing Harry's abuse he instead decides to go down the route of "Did you expose it to get at me"... He's too caught up in the bigger picture and doesn't realise the damage he's doing... the damage he's been doing all these years'.
Looking at Dumbledore sat in his chair, Oz walked up to the desk directly in front of the man. As he arrived directly in front of the man Oz started to speak:
"Albus Dumbledore, you're a man of great stature, a man of great wisdom, a man of great power. Your previous accolades are a testament to how powerful you are and how wise you are. Being called the second coming of Merlin is also a statement of the highest order and in all honesty I respect both your power and wit greatly, however..."
Oz paused for a moment as he crossed his arms.
"You're far too short-sighted".

This novel has been discontinued. I've decided finally to do a rewrite. Check it out! Its now called:

Harry Potter and the Descendant of Merlin.

The main plot will be the same however the story telling is completely different. From third person to first person. 

https://www.webnovel.com/book/harry-potter-and-the-descendant-of-merlin_19153840305448005

[ Name: Ren Arken
Age: 14
Race: Human
Strength: 400,000 (+4,300,000 [Mana])
Agility: 500,000 (+7,300,000 [Mana])
Vitality: 1,000,000 (+10,200,000 [Mana])
Mana: ~~~
Spiritual: ~~~
Intellect: 700, 000
Unique Skills:
-Magic cards -Appraisal -Evil gaze -Strengthen -Leap -Basic magics -Magic mastery -Grimoire of death -Real Clone [Heavenly Slime] -Eye of Wisdom -Sword God -Fenrir Arken -Reo Arken -Predator of the sky -Wild Beasts Skills -Knight's soul -Defiler of the banished, Ataraxia -Slime Soul Diversion -Slime technique: Split -Tarot Emperor -Master of The Dragon King, Atlas]
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"Seems like you favor him greatly," said the Galhala Queen towards the Galhala King.
Druid Oz's audience with the Galhala King had ended, and Charnia's sister, Charnia, got ordered by the Galhala King to help Druid Oz know more about the kingdom and its nobility system.
"Indeed..." Replied the Galhala King as he remembered Druid Oz's answer.
I'm here to show you what you wanted to see, your majesty...
"The problem we're facing... I thought that we won't be able to go through it without having big casualties on our side... But looking at him, I couldn't help but have hope once more," (The Galhala King)
"He's strong enough and kind enough to save Charnia, he's smart enough to know my intentions, and he's manly enough to refuse to have his pride stomped and get manipulated even if it's a king that pulled the strings from behind. How could I didn't get fascinated by him?" (The Galhala King)
"In my 80 years of ruling as a king, he's the first one to dare to stand before me and able to make me drop a sweat. What do you think, is it fine if I make him Claria's future husband?" The Galhala King asked his wife's permission.
"It's her right to choose his own husband. We have no right to choose for her. But, I'll try mentioning the topic in front of her," (The Galhala Queen)
***********************
The Galhala kingdom capital is almost the same as Tarot Empire's Elvenheim kingdom. There are buildings built above trees, while most of the buildings are built on the ground, even though they are not organized as beautifully as the Elvenheim Kingdom.
Those who lived above trees are nobles and high officials, while normal citizens lived on the ground.
"So this will be my temporary resident..." Muttered Druid Oz as he stared at the three stories tree mansion. It looked kind of old, but Druid Oz could see that they still take care of it despite no one living inside it.
"It's the mansion of a deceased general of the kingdom. He's a hero of the kingdom, and is the king's best friend," Explained Claria.
"I see... How did he die...?" Asked Druid Oz.
"He died protecting our kingdom from enemy's invasion. He died together with all of his soldiers. The enemy kingdom's soldiers are 100,000 in number, while he only brings 20,000 with him. The battle ended with no survivors from both parties..." Explained Claria as her face started to darken.
"....It seems that he's a good and great man... What a shame to lose such a great general like him..." (Druid Oz)
"......" (Claria)
Druid Oz saw Claria got absorbed in herself, maybe thinking about the so-called great general who was the owner of the mansion before him. Slowly, Druid Oz climbed the stairs, carefully observing the patterns and the carvings of the fence.
The old mansion is designed and decorated in such an ancient and unique way. There are carvings similar to runes, but Druid Oz couldn't sense any mana from it. Druid Oz left Claria standing in the middle of the road as he entered the old mansion.
*Sound of door opened*
"It looks rather comfortable..." (Druid Oz)
As Druid Oz expected, the old mansion is cleaned daily that he could see every piece of furniture isn't have a speck of dust above it.
"Ah!" Claria returns to her senses as she heard Druid Oz closed the door.
"Eh? Lord Ren?" Called Claria as she rushed towards the old mansion.
"Whoa... This couch felt good..." Muttered Druid Oz as he sits on the couch.
The house is three stories, the first level consisted of the living room, the dining room, and the kitchen. The second level and the third level are filled with rooms, a personal training room, and a working room.
(I should finish my matters here before they give me the land...) (Druid Oz)
*Sound of a door opened*
"Lord Ren?" (Claria)
"I'm here, princess," (Druid Oz)
"W-Why did you left me at the middle of the road?" Protested Claria.
"You seem to be so absorbed in your thoughts, so I thought it would be better if I left you there until you regain your senses," Replied Druid Oz indifferently.
"B-But..." Claria couldn't find anything to reply to Druid Oz's words.
"Since you're here to let me know more about the kingdom, may I ask some questions, princess?" Asked Druid Oz.
"Y-Yes, you may," (Claria)
"When will approximately the king give me the land he promised, and where will it be?" Asked Druid Oz as he stands, walked to the second floor, and stared at the Galhala kingdom's map that tacked on the wall.
"I-It should be at least 1 month from now, Lord Ren. And from the place, since my father gave you this mansion owned by his old friend, he might be intending to give you his land too," Answered Claria as she followed Druid Oz to the second floor.
"And where is his land?" Asked Druid Oz.
"It's here, at the west side of the kingdom. It's a medium-sized territory, the territory prospered greatly when the general ruled, but since the King has not found an appropriate replacement since the general's death, the territory's prosperity start to decline," (Claria)
"I see..." Muttered Druid Oz as he saw a small library on the second floor.
"Well, thanks for the information, your highness," Answered Druid Oz.
"Is there anything I could help you with again, Lord Ren?" Asked Claria.
"Then if you may, can you tell me about the demonized beasts I faced before?" Asked Druid Oz as he stared right into Claria's eyes.
Just like before, Claria felt like Druid Oz dive into her mind when their eyes meet each other. Claria immediately averted her eyes.
"I-It's not a secret, though. They're-" (Claria)
Just when Claria about to explain about the demonized birds, a sound of the main door opened suddenly sounded.
"Hello? Ren?" Charnia's voice appears from downstairs.
"C-Charnia? What are you doing here?" Asked Claria as she went downstairs.
"Huh? What are sis doing here? Where is Ren?" Asked Charnia once again.
"I'm here, kid," Respond Druid Oz as he went downstairs too.
"Ren!" Charnia rushed towards Druid Oz and jumped to him.
"I'm so sorry!!! If I know that my sis will imprison you at the royal prison, I will never lead you to the kingdom!!!" Apologized Charnia as she glared towards Claria.
"W-What? It's your fault for running away from the kingdom, to begin with! All of it will not happen if you didn't do that in the first place!" (Claria)
"But father will never meet Ren if I didn't run from the kingdom!" (Charnia)
"But- But..." Claria got lost for words.
"But, Ren. I heard everything from the royal guard, why did you do that at the royal throne room?" asked Charnia.
"Hm?" (Druid Oz)
(Ah... She must be asking about what I did inside the throne room, huh...) (Druid Oz)
"I'm just doing what your father wanted to see, I mean, have been wanted to see," (Druid Oz)
"I-I see... I don't really understand, but father seems to be very satisfied and cheerful after meeting you, and seem to be secretly discussing something with mother," (Charnia)
"You're still too young to understand it, kid. Focus on learning more and growing first, and don't ever run away from the kingdom anymore," said Druid Oz as he patted Charnia's head.
On the way towards the mansion, Claria had explained everything about the nobility system inside the Galhala kingdom. Different from other Owlfolk kingdoms, the Galhala King is wise enough to able to let not only those who are strong and powerful but smart people with lots of useful skills and leadership to become noble.
A magic beast or demihuman kingdom usually let only those who have powerful strength be able to become nobles, as their thinking is still primitive, they worship those who have great strength and neglect those who only have a smart brain without any brawn.
The Galhala King made the system where those who are able to make good strategies, great in negotiations, great in making schemes, and other things that concern intelligence, hoping that there will appear someone with the complete set.
He's searching for someone who has powerful strength, great intelligence but has the guts to stick to his justice. Of course, it is in order to have an ally he could depend on. Druid Oz could already conclude that there are many internal and external problems currently running in the Galhala Kingdom.
Staring at the library upstairs, Druid Oz decided that he need to know everything about the Eastaria Kingdom first.
(Now... Time to fill the holes I'm missing...) (Druid Oz)


It's a story about the legendary magician!

A legendary Trickster!

In the modern world, he uses all kinds of trickery to trick all the geniuses and the smart people to perform magics!

And one day, the legendary magician was sent to a world of swords and a world where real magic existed.

As he summoned to the new world, he only brings 1 thing from the modern world, a deck of cards that evolved and become a magic card skill!

Follow the magician's story as how he subdued dragons, tricked liches, and made the kings of countries knelt beneath his feet with his absolute trickery and his power to do the impossible!

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Lavinia wasn't the only one who had bought a new dress, as Valina had also done so. 

She had ended up buying a white jacket, a girl's jacket, and a black skirt. She was still wearing her scarf, and there was no way to take it back. 

"You look beautiful too, Valina." 

It was surprising to see that Valina had agreed to wear a skirt, so Drako spared no effort in complementing her. She was a pretty girl, although she was still small, you could see she had a lot of potential. 

Sae, Natsume, and Akeno had all ended up buying nothing. Typical of girls, to spend a lot of time looking at clothes and then not buy anything. 

After a few minor adjustments to Lavinia's attire, they all headed for lunch at a ramen shop where Valina wanted to eat. The silver-haired girl started to give lectures about ramen, but that was something they were already used to. 

They kept visiting shops which were not for clothes. On the way, some boys tried to approach the girls, but one look from Drako was enough to make them pee themselves. 

In the end, Lavinia and Natsume had ended up scolding Drako for over-intimidating all those boys. Still, the smiles on their faces betrayed them. There wasn't a girl who didn't feel happy when her boy got angry with other boys because of them. 

After they finished, they all went to a park in the centre of town at Drako's request, and in the square, they ended up playing with Jin and Griffon. 

Tobio's big dog had been hiding in the shadows most of the time, while Griffon followed them from the air. Byakusa, on the other hand, did not leave Kouki's shoulder. 

"Jin-chan! Go!" 

Sae threw a toy puck that they had just bought when they were shopping, and Jin chased after him, catching the puck with a high jump. 

"Yeah, you too, Griffon!" 

This time, Natsume threw a series of balls into the air. Griffon caught them with his claws. 

Sae seemed to be very good with animals, as everyone around her. Even Byakusa had separated from Kouki to stand at Sae's feet. 

Kouki was lying on one of the park benches taking a nap. He looked exhausted from the shopping. Meanwhile, Tobio was sitting on a bench next to Kouki's, watching Sae play with Jin and the others. 

Drako and Lavinia were sitting on a different bench, a bit away from the rest. Lavinia leaned her body slightly against Drako's. 

Lavinia had a package in her hand. She opened it and took out a small ice-cream. 

"Do you want some?" 

"Of course." 

Drako took the ice cream with a smile. 

From the size of the box, Lavinia seemed to have bought ice cream for everyone. 

"How I didn't know what flavour Dra-kun likes, I brought vanilla. " 

"You could have asked me, you know?" 

Drako stroked Lavinia's head with his free hand. 

"I wanted it to be a surprise..." Lavinia pouted. 

Seeing Lavinia's expression, Drako felt a burst of moe damage inside him. 

Although in reality, Drako's favourite flavour was nougat. But he wasn't going to complain about a "surprise" Lavinia had given him. 

But... the vanilla ice cream... tasted like strawberry...

Drako decided to keep that last detail to himself. 

"Vaa-chan and Ake-chan are having trouble at the ice cream shop. Well, Vaa-chan has them, and Ake-chan is trying to help her." 

Well, something like this was to be expected from the silver-haired girl. Even if she didn't care much for food, she was especially fussy about these things.

Drako and Lavinia spent their time huddled together. Actually, this situation was quite pleasant for both of them. 

"Dra-kun, you wanted to know how I relate to the Wizard we met at the Utsusemi Agency's hideout?" 

"If you don't mind, of course I'd like to know."

Perhaps because it was a very personal issue for Lavinia, she hadn't told Drako about it. She seemed to have enough confidence in him now to talk to him about it. 

"To begin with, one more time I'll tell you the story of the people I'm chasing." 

Lavinia parted from Drako and looked at him with serious eyes. She had gone into business mode. 

"Between the human world and the realms of other fantasy factions, there is the Dimensional Gap, and one of those realms is called the land of Oz. It's a country of wizards where magical research is everything, it's the most important thing above anything else. The people who live there are..." 

"The Wizards of Oz" 

Lavinia nodded at Drako's words. She went on to explain more. 

"In this Oz, there are castles to the north, south, east and west, all around the Emerald City where the chief wizard resides, and in those castles is where the most powerful wizards reside." 

This country of Oz was related to the children's story 'The Wizard of Oz'. 

Lavinia says with a frightening expression. 

"The witch we found at the Utsusemi Agency hideout was the Wicked Witch of East Oz. To be precise, she's the second-generation Witch of the East. The Witch of the East: Augusta of the Purple Flame. That is the true identity of that old woman." 

The second-generation...

The first generation of the Wizard of the East must have been crushed to death as a result of Dorothy being transferred to the Land of Oz along with her house... Had the same thing happened in this world as in the story? 

It could be, but Drako wasn't sure. The mythologies on this world were slightly altered, Drako still didn't understand how Thor and Vidar were stronger than Odin on this world. But it wasn't easy to put all the mythologies on the same level of power either, so you could pretty much make sense of it all. 

"In truth, I am also connected to Oz." 

Drako wasn't surprised by Lavinia's words. He expected something like that, since she knew so much about Oz. 

"The teacher who taught me magic was a wizard who lived in Oz... Glenda, the witch of the south." 

Drako expected something like this. 

Glenda was one of the good wizards of Oz. In history, she was known as the "Royal Wizard of Oz". She's the sorceress of all things magical and mysterious, so it wouldn't be surprising if Lavinia was so good at magic if it was Glenda who had taught her. 

Actually, Glenda was a very powerful character in the story. She was undoubtedly one of the most powerful, if not the most powerful, of the wizards. Although Drako didn't know if he could trust that information right now. 

But why was Lavinia chasing the Wicked Witch of the East? 

Was it because she was Glenda's disciple? 

 Lavinia was going to say something else, but something happened at that moment. 

A strange figure appeared in Drako's field of vision. The dragon was surprised, as he hadn't noticed it until he showed himself on the spot. The boy was directing his gaze at Sae and the others, but his attention was on Jin, Griffon, and Byakusa. 

Trouble. 

The boy seemed to be 17 or 18 years old. He was wearing a blue jacket and glasses of the same colour. 

Next to Drako, Lavinia also had a stiff face. 

The boy approached Sae. 

"Hey, that's a pretty cat. Is it yours?" 

The boy asked Sae. As Byakusa was pressed to Sae's legs, he seemed to think she was his mistress. 

"Who the hell are you? Tch, you're not a normal kid, are you?" 

The one who responded was Kouki. He seemed to have sensed the strange atmosphere as he slept, for he had risen and was now heading towards the boy with a keen eye. 

Of course, he was not a normal boy. Drako could sense that familiar aura in him. It did not exactly belong to him, but it was within him. 

[Status Inspection]

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[Seiryuu Kushihashi]
Race: Human 
Status: Normal
HP: 100/100
MP: 1356/1356
Strength: 25
Defense: 15
Magic: 1534
Agility: 325
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His statistics were... very low. Well, he was a human, so he had physical limitations. But, he was weak even for a trained human, physically speaking. 

But... What about that level of absurd magic? 

Drako noticed a vital detail. 

Seiryuu Kushihashi. 

Kushihashi is one of Japan's five major clans. And the sacred beast that protects them is... Seiryuu. 

That made more sense. The dragon aura, that absurd, magical power... it was all related to Seiryuu, the Azure Dragon. 

"Oh, you could guess that, huh." 

Seiryuu confirmed that everyone was in the square, except for Valina and Akeno, before he showed up. 

"Nice to meet you, Shi Akuma (Four Fiend) and Inugami-kun. I'm Kushihashi, Seiryuu Kushihashi." 

(AN: Why are there so many people with the complex of Bond, James Bond?) 

On guard, Natsume asked for confirmation. 

"Kushihashi"? You're part of the top five clans, right?" 

It was evident that it was, so why ask such an obvious question? 

"Yes, I'm practically the next chief of the Kushihashi clan. Although you may not believe me." 

"No, we believe you." 

Drako got up and walked over to them. 

"Oh, this seems to be the dragon-kun I've been told about. Pleased to..." 

"Die." 

Drako summoned Gandiva and shot an arrow. He felt strange watching the arrow gain very powerful magical circuits when he created it. Without a doubt, the arrow was now on another level. 

The arrow pierced Seiryuu's chest before he could react. He was a human being, so a normal attack could kill him. 

"Did you... kill him?" 

Sae asked weakly, she was very pale. It is not every day you see a man suddenly killed by a friend. 

"Hey, you didn't even know if he was hostile or not!" Tobio complained. He was pale too, and cold sweat was running down his forehead. 

The two were not alone, as both Natsume and Kouki did not seem to digest this scene easily. They were just normal kids until two months ago, and I hadn't dealt with any murders yet... that they remembered. Tobio had killed that Himejima, but he barely remembered what happened. 

Drako frowned. 

"No, he's alive." 

He had not received any experience points, so Seiryuu was still alive. The question was: How? 

He soon knew his answer. Seiryuu's body disappeared, turning into large petals that scattered everywhere. 

Exchange the petals for a tree trunk, and Drako would have doubted if he was in DxD or Naruto. 

Seiryuu appeared in a place a short distance away. His clothing still had the hole created by the arrow, but he seemed undamaged, though you could see some blood near his mouth. 

"It looks like I'm going to take this seriously." 

Even though he was so close to death, Seiryuu flashed a bold smile in Drako's direction. 

Seiryuu, wiping the blood from his mouth with his hand, began to make a symbol with his hands. 

Drako wasted no time in firing another arrow, but a shield appeared in front of Seiryuu, protecting him from the blow. The shield was destroyed instantly, causing Seiryuu to spit out a little more blood. 

A blue aura surrounded Seiryuu's body, emitting an impressive dragon pressure. Even Drako felt pressured by this aura, which he was certain came from Seiryuu. 

This was Touki, without a doubt. 

"In the name of Jupiter, Ki no Seirei/mother spirit, who carries the sun on the winds, carries it east! For three blue and four green, at my cry..." 

Drako did not wait for Seiryuu to finish his enchantment. There was no doubt that what he was attempting was dangerous. He shot one arrow after another again. A total of three arrows in the time he was reciting his spell, all blocked by shields. 

"Boom!" 

Lightning struck next to Drako. This person was none other than Akeno, who was ready to help Drako after feeling the fight. 

"That's enough!" 

Akeno had not hesitated to use her Holy Lighting to intimidate Seiryuu. Although now she only had two more attempts. 

"I knew this was no ordinary outing. And to think that you were going to bring me to fight the next chief of one of the five major clans." 

Valina also appeared with Akeno. 

The Valina-Akeno couple... wasn't exactly the most intimidating of all. 

"Baraqiel's daughter and disgrace of the Himejima, Akeno, and the rumoured Vanishing Dragon, huh. This is really something..." 

Kushihashi Seiryuu shrugged, but his fighting spirit did not diminish at all. But that voice called out from behind him. Simultaneously, sparks of fire danced across the square. 

"Seiryuu, stop this." 

Upon hearing that voice, Seiryuu was surprised and the fighting spirit, the blue aura that enveloped his body, was erased. 

From behind Seiryuu, a single figure approached while wearing an aura of boiling flame. 

Those powerful flames, that face identical to Shuri and Akeno... there was no doubt who that person was. 

Akeno shivered slightly before rushing toward this person. 

"Suzaku-nee-sama!" 

[Inspect Status] 

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[Suzaku Himejima]
Race: Human 
Status: Normal
HP: 117/117
MP: 1456/1456
Strength: 16
Defense: 12
Magic: 1849
Agility: 73
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Her magic power was even more terrifying than Seiryuu's... 

How was expected of the second strongest of all the five sacred beasts, only inferior to the Ouryuu Nakiri of this generation.

That Ouryuu boy, for what Azazel has told Drako, was a real monster. 

"You didn't let me have any fun... Suzaku." 

Seiryuu complained to Suzaku. He only wanted to see how strong the Shi Akuma and Canis Lycaon were, and he would never have expected to be so close to death. Each and every one of the barriers Drako had destroyed had caused him great internal damage. 

(Shi Akuma sounds better than Four Fiends, so I will keep that name from now on) 

Suzaku ignored Seiryuu completely, all her attention on little Akeno. Who would have thought that Akeno of all people would be close to death when she was buried between a pair of huge boobs. 

Ironic, isn't it? 

"You've grown so much, Akeno..." 

"Suzaku-nee-sama... I can't breathe..." 

After hugging Akeno a bit more, Suzaku stopped her and went over to Drako. She took his hand with... affection? 

"Drako, I am Suzaku Himejima. I'm very grateful for all you've done for my family." 

Suzaku's hand was warm, and she was totally sincere. 

She let go of Drako's hand, almost reluctantly, and moved closer to Tobio. 

"Nice to meet you too Tobio Ikuse. I'm your second-cousin, Himejima Suzaku." 

Tobio was too stunned to respond. Not only Akeno, but now another blood relative appeared.

Natsume approached Drako and asked. 

"Hey, Drako. What's the adult version of Akeno doing here?"  

Drako let out a giggle. 

"She is the next leader of the Himejima clan. My goal from the start was to meet her, even though I didn't expect this appetizer." 

Drako looked at Seiryuu, he was still thinking about whether or not he should kill that boy. At the very least, he was going to give him a lot of experience points. 

"That is right, Seiryuu and I have come to discuss the remaining Shi Akuma with Akatsuki's leader. I had only hoped to meet with Drako, but it was a pleasant surprise to find Tobio and Akeno here. Well, would you be so kind as to join us?" 

The first impression Suzaku had made on Drako was... quite positive.

I had a useless death because of a goddess. 

I woke up in a forest. Looking like an egg, I had to survive against a lot of fantastic monsters. 

It seemed to be a fantasy forest, and by killing monsters, it went up a level. 

Until I met another dragon and he took me to a certain place in Japan. 

Wait... Isn't this the world of DxD? 

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As chairman of the Wizard Association, Oz was privy to more secrets than anyone else in the room.
Even though he sat in the corner like none of this had anything to do with him, he was the oldest among the seven present. Even Cassius, who had apparently seen the goddess before she became a goddess, wasn't as powerful as him.
Oz remembered the instructions of His Highness and, after thinking about it for a long time, he finally spoke up.
"He didn't go to look for the goddess. It was the goddess who wanted to see him."
When the other bigwigs, who had all been through great storms and seen much, heard these words, they couldn't help but gasp.
Oz's words were possibly a sign that another major catastrophe was on its way, or the start of another war between the gods.
"That's impossible," declared Neisser, who had been studying and researching destiny and time-flow related Legendary Spells diligently for nearly a hundred years now.
He had holes for eyes and the only thing you could see inside them was the Fire of Souls, which never went out. Neisser was one of Arthur's few successful Liches, and he was an even rarer undead with good alignment.
All the bigwigs of the association were creatures with incredible levels of Intelligence, so Neisser only needed to say a few words, and everyone in the room understood exactly what he meant.
The goddess wanted to see someone, but the deities were unable to come personally to this plane in Arthur.
But they could send an incarnation of themselves to this plane. Saints were one side of the gods.
Just like the seven bigwigs seated in this room, when one reached their level, their actual bodies would be hidden in an extremely secret place.
They moved about by using projections that were summoned using Legendary Spells, and their consciousness was transferred into these projections. So these projections were just like real people and had the same powers as the actual body.
When a Wizard reached Level 5, they would all try to think of a method to escape in times of emergency. These Wizards had all gone beyond Level 21 and so they had even more numerous and powerful ways of doing the same thing.
Just in terms of teleporting themselves away, a high-level wizard would have at least ten methods of doing so, nevermind these seven bigwigs.
And even if the projections of the seven bigwigs were destroyed, or if the hiding place of their real bodies was under attack, the number of revival methods they could activate after dying was enough for them to die ten times or more without trouble.
While the goddess had used the opportunity when Zhao Xu sat on the throne of the arcane king to summon him all the way back down the river of history to a point in time before she became a goddess in order to meet him.
"The deities themselves established those plane boundaries, so nobody can go back in time to kill the deities when they were younger," Oz said bluntly. "And the goddess of magic has grasped part of the deity domain of fate, so she's the best suited in this aspect."
What Oz said was considered common knowledge, at least for Legendary Wizards.
But the other six people in the room understood Oz was really trying to say based on their Knowledge skill level and their Intelligence levels.
Deities within the deity domain of fate weren't very powerful when faced with other deities at the same level, and their supernatural powers were unable to affect the fate of other deities.
But they could do anything they wanted with ordinary humans.
Because deities in the deity domain of fate were able to see into the future and see if anybody would be a threat to their existence, and so they could enter any plane and kill that person before they became a threat.
The goddess had grasped part of the deity domain of fate, so, besides being more powerful than anyone else in terms of magic, she was also part of the nearly taboo domain of time.
This goddess could choose the plane that was most suitable for her among the countless number of planes in the universe.
Even if none of the planes were suitable to her, she could just follow along the line of time or cut time anywhere to start again from a particular section.
This ability was why the third goddess of magic wouldn't fall like the two before her.
She had reached a level where she was practically immortal and indestructible.
But what degree of danger would push a deity to allow an ordinary human being to meet with herself in the past?
If Zhao Xu was a threat to the goddess, then she could kill him right now.
Or, even if Zhao Xu grew up to become a Legendary Wizard, the goddess of magic would still be able to go back to the past to kill off Zhao Xu when he wasn't powerful so that she could weaken or destroy Zhao Xu before he became dangerous.
If she wanted to use some of Zhao Xu's power, she could wait to do this later in the future, when he actually had power enough to help her.
And, if she did use his power, it wouldn't be by letting Zhao Xu enter her private plane.
"Then there's only one explanation," said Oz. "That Mr. Zhongxia, an adventurer from Earth, is someone who will be able to stop the goddess from dying. Out of all the impossibilities, he's the only one who can. The goddess needs him to be an anchor and will use him to change the path on which she is headed."
"This information is to be archived as Level 9 classified information of the Association and is to be sealed off," said Oz.
"Noted. Yako has archived this," said a construct Golem that had been standing silently at the door all this time. An Awaken Construct spell had been cast upon it, so it was actually more intelligent than most people.
Since everyone in the room had accepted his explanation, Chairman Oz continued speaking, "Before we continue with our discussion from before the interruption, I would like to raise a request first, about the way Zhongxia will continue on his Prestige Class after Level 5.
"Before this, our original plan was to arrange for him to become a Dweomerkeeper, as a Prestige Class on the side of his Divine Magic.
"Our original plan was not to give him a Prestige Class for his Arcane Magic, but from the looks of it now, the situation has changed. So I would like to suggest…"
"An Incantatrix? If you do that, then nobody below Legendary level will be able to hold him back." Stormrage lifted his slightly greying eyebrows. He was a wizard from the east and didn't have any natural reverence for deities.
And so his opinions weren't aligned with everything The Final Scroll and Chairman Oz represented.
"I would agree to Spellguard, but it's up to you," said Stormrage. "It's just that those who become Incantatrixes have always been wizards that have contributed greatly to the Association. I won't object if you want to give this to Zhongxia, but at the very least we should wait until he's accumulated sufficient credit."
Wizards' spells all had a duration, some were counted in rounds (6 seconds per round) or in turns (1 minute per turn) and there were some that lasted for several hours even.
But the moment a spell could last for an entire day, its significance in battle was completely changed.
One day was exactly how long it took for a wizard to restore his spells.
A wizard with daily spells wouldn't need to hurriedly put on all sorts of protective gear when faced with an emergency before launching a counterattack.
Some of that gear that could increase the benefit to the wizard could even become a permanent part of himself. They could push the wizard's fighting ability to its peak and make him a monster in battle.
A Wizard armed with all sorts of spells was able to defeat physics even better than a Fighter, and those were true words.
The feat, Persistent Spell, was the key to making it last 24 hours.
But the price for that feat was huge. You had to stack several requirements together and the Incantatrix prestige class was able to reduce this price to almost nothing.
And that's why the Association was extremely cautious when it came to allowing wizards to become Incantatrixes.
The battle prowess of an Incantatrix was way more powerful compared to any pure wizard at the same level and was almost invincible.
If a Wizard between Level 11 to 20 chose to continue being just a wizard, he only had the class features of two metamagic feats.
But if a wizard between Level 11 to 20 chose to become a Incantatrix, he would have four metamagic feats as well as six or seven powerful skills.
He would become very difficult to defeat.
"No, I'm planning to give him a different Prestige Class." Oz looked everyone in the eye and emphasized every word, "It's the Prestige Class with a lower price to pay—Metaphysical Spellshaper."
Metaphysical Spellshaper, the top Prestige Class in arcane magic!


Zhao Xu goes back 10 years in time to the day when Arthur's game servers opened. Only he knows that one year later, the earth will be destroyed and everyone on earth will transmigrate into the world of Arthur! PS: MC is a double character class of Wizard and Archivist, training in both the arcane and the divine, includes metamagic/magic guards/spells/rubies/action points/hyperactivity/pause/temporary effect/activation/in-game purchases in the making.

Legend had it that the Sacred Land of Korin was the place where the martial arts of Earth originated.
 
It was located on a massive plain in the Northern Hemisphere of the Earth. It was backed by a majestic mountain range that was often covered in ice and snow.
 
The mountain soared high from south to north, blocking the humidity from the Western Ocean. It kept the Sacred Land of Korin near the sea from becoming a rainforest with too much rain.
 
The whole Sacred Land of Korin was a large basin that sunk downward. It covered more than a hundred kilometers of dense forest that looked like a green wave swaying in the wind from afar.
 
Right in the middle of the Sacred Land of Korin, there was a Korin Tower connected to the Heaven Realm.
 
Legend had it that if someone could climb the Korin Tower with bare hands, they could meet the immortals who dwelt above it and receive guidance from them.
 
More than two hundred years ago, when the martial arts on Earth were extremely prosperous. There was an endless stream of martial arts practitioners coming to challenge Korin Tower.
 
However, with the disaster that hit the world two hundred and fifty years ago, the martial arts schools on Earth suffered heavy losses and hadn't recovered until this day. That was why the number of people coming to challenge Korin Tower was not as high as it used to be.
 
But today, a figure was approaching at a rapid pace towards Korin Tower.
 
A flash of light passed through several snow-capped mountains, and a flat skyline came into view.
 
When Muyang was flying in the sky above the Sacred Land of Korin Great Forest, he saw a long soaring tower rooted in the horizon and penetrating into the sky above, covered by the white puffy clouds.
 
"Finally, I arrived at the Sacred Land of Korin, and that long line is supposed to be the Korin Tower. It's so long!"
 
Muyang was far more shocked than he had imagined when he looked in the distance and actually saw Korin Tower.
 
He gradually lowered his height and approached the Korin Tower.
 
The base of Korin Tower was about two meters wide and deeply rooted in the ground. The ivory tower was only about a meter thick and was made of an unknown material. There were various totemic patterns carved on it, including flowers and birds, human faces, and animal faces, which probably an ancient human belief of nature.
 
After landing his feet on the ground, Muyang raised his head to look up at the tower whose peak was invisible. Then, he moved his body in place, preparing to challenge Korin Tower officially.
 
It should be said that this world was worthy of being the Dragon Ball World. As long as earthlings found the right training that conformed to the world's rules, they could even possess great power!
 
Anyway, Muyang clearly knew that in his original world, he wouldn't be able to train his body to become this powerful. However, it could probably happen because of the power field called "ki" that pervades the universe.
 
Now, he was about to challenge Korin Tower!
 
Suddenly, an arrow flew towards him, its icy tip flickering. Muyang immediately stretched out his hand and grabbed the arrow in his hand.
 
"That's not a nice way to treat a guest!"
 
Muyang said in a cold voice while sticking the arrow in the ground.
 
"Stop, what are you doing here?" A male voice came from behind. With a whoosh, six or seven Indians with stripes painted on their faces, and carrying quivers of arrows, came out of the woods.
 
These Indians were dressed much like Bora in the original story. They were holding spears, arrows and wearing beast tooth necklaces around their necks. All of them were looking at Muyang with a wary face.
 
"Are they Karinga Tribe that guard the Sacred Land of Korin?"
 
Muyang raised his eyebrows and immediately recognized these people.
 
Strictly speaking, not anyone was qualified to challenge Korin Tower, because Korin Tower rose into the sky, challenging it would be dangerous. These guardians lived in the Sacred Land of Korin Great Forest all year round.
 
They took the responsibility to protect the Great Forest. So, they were considered to be the first hurdle before challenging the Korin Tower.
 
"Stranger, you are a good fighter, tell us who you are." An Indian who was at the front of the line came forward with a spear in his hand.
 
"My name is Muyang, from Heavenly Sky School. I came here today to challenge the Korin Tower." Muyang said with a serious face.
 
The Indian looked surprised after hearing that and said unexpectedly, "You are Muyang, the winner of this year's World Martial Arts Tournament?"
 
Muyang was surprised. He didn't expect that the guardians who lived at the Sacred Land of Korin would actually know the information regarding the World Martial Arts Tournament.
 
He thought that this must not be the state of martial arts seclusion in later generations because the communication between schools was still frequent. Muyang then nodded and said, "That's right; I am Muyang."
 
Hearing Muyang confirming his identity, the Indians' demeanor became enthusiastic.
 
"Sorry about earlier, I'm Oz, the guardian of Korin Tower."
 
The Indian named Oz, who led the group, expressed his apologies. He waved for the tribe behind him to put their weapons down, he exclaimed,
 
"Did you just say you're here to challenge Korin Tower? After all these years, someone has finally come back to challenge it, and to tell you the truth, it's not an easy thing to do, and you can lose your life if you're not careful."
 
"My people have tried and failed, are you sure you want to challenge Korin Tower?"
 
There weren't many members of the Karinga Tribe. Only the most outstanding warriors were eligible to live near Korin Tower. And still, they failed to challenge the Korin Tower, so you could imagine how difficult it would be.
 
Muyang said, "Thank you for your concern, but I've already prepared myself."
 
Seeing Muyang's determination, Oz nodded, "I see you've made the long journey to get here. Why don't you recuperate and wait until tomorrow around this time to take on the challenge?"
 
"No, I'm in good shape, and I'm going to challenge now."
 
Muyang shook his head to reject Oz's kindness. Actually, he had already adjusted his body when he flew over, so he didn't have to wait until tomorrow. As for the Indian's kindness, he appreciated it.
 
Oz looked at Muyang in amazement and stepped out of the way, "If that's the case, good luck then."
 
"Thank you."
 
After saying that, Muyang faced Korin Tower, and his legs muscles suddenly exerted force. "whoosh," a whirlwind suddenly rolled up the ground. Along with this explosive force, Muyang used the Quicker Than Lighting Technique and flew towards the sky.
 
His toes lightly stepped on the raised node of Korin Tower, and after three or two strokes, he turned into a black dot and disappeared from everyone's sight.
 
Underneath, the Karinga Tribes looked stunned towards the sky. They were suddenly dumbfounded as they lost track of Muyang. They never expect that Muyang could be so powerful.
 
After quite some time, Oz closed his mouth. He looked at his people and said incredulously, "That teenager is so strong, maybe he can actually meet Korin!"
 
"Yeah, worthy of being the winner of the World Martial Arts Tournament!"
 
The others praised him as well.
 
"I think he's much better than previous winners."
 
Oz shook his head and looked again at Korin Tower, which was peering into the clouds.

Upon opening his eyes, Muyang realized that he found himself in Dragon Ball’s world filled with dangerous people like Vegeta, Frieza, Cell, Majin Buu.

However, decades later.

“Captain Ginyu, let’s run away, we are no match for him!”

Jeice looked back in panic.

“Lord Frieza, the demon has caught up again.”

“He even destroyed our home planet.”

“This bastard!”

Frieza looked at Muyang with bloodshot eyes filled with anger, but sadly, there’s nothing he can do, even he’s no match for Muyang.

“Come on, show me what you can do.”

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Lilia grew up with her Dad, a magician.
He taught her everything he knew before his passing but once she grew up. 

Her dreams were crushed by the cold, hard truth in a world where money meant a stable life being a magician wouldn't lead to one.

After living a life full of hardships and regrets, she thinks about her carefree childhood and dreams then mutters her wish, with her final breath: "I wish I could have learnt real
magic..."

Now shes going to became the worlds greatest...

Lily: " If you think I'm gonna be like other female leads, your sorely mistaken, I'm gonna chase the guy I love, like and want and those male leads who think they can force their way into my life, will discover it's not so easy to force your way into a girls heart~"

This is my first novel so please leave comments on any ways the novel can be improved - Thank you~♡

Any similarity between this novel and real life is coincidental and this story is purely fictional.

(I do not own the cover, it is temporary.)

The story is changing from the way it was originally planned to be so i will write a knew synopsis when there are more chapters and I am sure of the direction the story is going in, The name might change in the future.

Even with eyes protected by the green spectacles, Dorothy and her friends were at first dazzled by the brilliancy of the wonderful City. The streets were lined with beautiful houses all built of green marble and studded everywhere with sparkling emeralds. They walked over a pavement of the same green marble, and where the blocks were joined together were rows of emeralds, set closely, and glittering in the brightness of the sun. The window panes were of green glass; even the sky above the City had a green tint, and the rays of the sun were green.
There were many people--men, women, and children--walking about, and these were all dressed in green clothes and had greenish skins. They looked at Dorothy and her strangely assorted company with wondering eyes, and the children all ran away and hid behind their mothers when they saw the Lion; but no one spoke to them. Many shops stood in the street, and Dorothy saw that everything in them was green. Green candy and green pop corn were offered for sale, as well as green shoes, green hats, and green clothes of all sorts. At one place a man was selling green lemonade, and when the children bought it Dorothy could see that they paid for it with green pennies.
There seemed to be no horses nor animals of any kind; the men carried things around in little green carts, which they pushed before them. Everyone seemed happy and contented and prosperous.
The Guardian of the Gates led them through the streets until they came to a big building, exactly in the middle of the City, which was the Palace of Oz, the Great Wizard. There was a soldier before the door, dressed in a green uniform and wearing a long green beard.
"Here are strangers," said the Guardian of the Gates to him, "and they demand to see the Great Oz."
"Step inside," answered the soldier, "and I will carry your message to him."
So they passed through the Palace Gates and were led into a big room with a green carpet and lovely green furniture set with emeralds. The soldier made them all wipe their feet upon a green mat before entering this room, and when they were seated he said politely:
"Please make yourselves comfortable while I go to the door of the Throne Room and tell Oz you are here."
They had to wait a long time before the soldier returned. When, at last, he came back, Dorothy asked:
"Have you seen Oz?"
"Oh, no," returned the soldier; "I have never seen him. But I spoke to him as he sat behind his screen and gave him your message. He said he will grant you an audience, if you so desire; but each one of you must enter his presence alone, and he will admit but one each day. Therefore, as you must remain in the Palace for several days, I will have you shown to rooms where you may rest in comfort after your journey."
"Thank you," replied the girl; "that is very kind of Oz."
The soldier now blew upon a green whistle, and at once a young girl, dressed in a pretty green silk gown, entered the room. She had lovely green hair and green eyes, and she bowed low before Dorothy as she said, "Follow me and I will show you your room."
So Dorothy said good-bye to all her friends except Toto, and taking the dog in her arms followed the green girl through seven passages and up three flights of stairs until they came to a room at the front of the Palace. It was the sweetest little room in the world, with a soft comfortable bed that had sheets of green silk and a green velvet counterpane. There was a tiny fountain in the middle of the room, that shot a spray of green perfume into the air, to fall back into a beautifully carved green marble basin. Beautiful green flowers stood in the windows, and there was a shelf with a row of little green books. When Dorothy had time to open these books she found them full of queer green pictures that made her laugh, they were so funny.
In a wardrobe were many green dresses, made of silk and satin and velvet; and all of them fitted Dorothy exactly.
"Make yourself perfectly at home," said the green girl, "and if you wish for anything ring the bell. Oz will send for you tomorrow morning."
She left Dorothy alone and went back to the others. These she also led to rooms, and each one of them found himself lodged in a very pleasant part of the Palace. Of course this politeness was wasted on the Scarecrow; for when he found himself alone in his room he stood stupidly in one spot, just within the doorway, to wait till morning. It would not rest him to lie down, and he could not close his eyes; so he remained all night staring at a little spider which was weaving its web in a corner of the room, just as if it were not one of the most wonderful rooms in the world. The Tin Woodman lay down on his bed from force of habit, for he remembered when he was made of flesh; but not being able to sleep, he passed the night moving his joints up and down to make sure they kept in good working order. The Lion would have preferred a bed of dried leaves in the forest, and did not like being shut up in a room; but he had too much sense to let this worry him, so he sprang upon the bed and rolled himself up like a cat and purred himself asleep in a minute.
The next morning, after breakfast, the green maiden came to fetch Dorothy, and she dressed her in one of the prettiest gowns, made of green brocaded satin. Dorothy put on a green silk apron and tied a green ribbon around Toto's neck, and they started for the Throne Room of the Great Oz.
First they came to a great hall in which were many ladies and gentlemen of the court, all dressed in rich costumes. These people had nothing to do but talk to each other, but they always came to wait outside the Throne Room every morning, although they were never permitted to see Oz. As Dorothy entered they looked at her curiously, and one of them whispered:
"Are you really going to look upon the face of Oz the Terrible?"
"Of course," answered the girl, "if he will see me."
"Oh, he will see you," said the soldier who had taken her message to the Wizard, "although he does not like to have people ask to see him. Indeed, at first he was angry and said I should send you back where you came from. Then he asked me what you looked like, and when I mentioned your silver shoes he was very much interested. At last I told him about the mark upon your forehead, and he decided he would admit you to his presence."
Just then a bell rang, and the green girl said to Dorothy, "That is the signal. You must go into the Throne Room alone."
She opened a little door and Dorothy walked boldly through and found herself in a wonderful place. It was a big, round room with a high arched roof, and the walls and ceiling and floor were covered with large emeralds set closely together. In the center of the roof was a great light, as bright as the sun, which made the emeralds sparkle in a wonderful manner.
But what interested Dorothy most was the big throne of green marble that stood in the middle of the room. It was shaped like a chair and sparkled with gems, as did everything else. In the center of the chair was an enormous Head, without a body to support it or any arms or legs whatever. There was no hair upon this head, but it had eyes and a nose and mouth, and was much bigger than the head of the biggest giant.
As Dorothy gazed upon this in wonder and fear, the eyes turned slowly and looked at her sharply and steadily. Then the mouth moved, and Dorothy heard a voice say:
"I am Oz, the Great and Terrible. Who are you, and why do you seek me?"
It was not such an awful voice as she had expected to come from the big Head; so she took courage and answered:
"I am Dorothy, the Small and Meek. I have come to you for help."
The eyes looked at her thoughtfully for a full minute. Then said the voice:
"Where did you get the silver shoes?"
"I got them from the Wicked Witch of the East, when my house fell on her and killed her," she replied.
"Where did you get the mark upon your forehead?" continued the voice.
"That is where the Good Witch of the North kissed me when she bade me good-bye and sent me to you," said the girl.
Again the eyes looked at her sharply, and they saw she was telling the truth. Then Oz asked, "What do you wish me to do?"
"Send me back to Kansas, where my Aunt Em and Uncle Henry are," she answered earnestly. "I don't like your country, although it is so beautiful. And I am sure Aunt Em will be dreadfully worried over my being away so long."
The eyes winked three times, and then they turned up to the ceiling and down to the floor and rolled around so queerly that they seemed to see every part of the room. And at last they looked at Dorothy again.
"Why should I do this for you?" asked Oz.
"Because you are strong and I am weak; because you are a Great Wizard and I am only a little girl."
"But you were strong enough to kill the Wicked Witch of the East," said Oz.
"That just happened," returned Dorothy simply; "I could not help it."
"Well," said the Head, "I will give you my answer. You have no right to expect me to send you back to Kansas unless you do something for me in return. In this country everyone must pay for everything he gets. If you wish me to use my magic power to send you home again you must do something for me first. Help me and I will help you."
"What must I do?" asked the girl.
"Kill the Wicked Witch of the West," answered Oz.
"But I cannot!" exclaimed Dorothy, greatly surprised.
"You killed the Witch of the East and you wear the silver shoes, which bear a powerful charm. There is now but one Wicked Witch left in all this land, and when you can tell me she is dead I will send you back to Kansas--but not before."
The little girl began to weep, she was so much disappointed; and the eyes winked again and looked upon her anxiously, as if the Great Oz felt that she could help him if she would.
"I never killed anything, willingly," she sobbed. "Even if I wanted to, how could I kill the Wicked Witch? If you, who are Great and Terrible, cannot kill her yourself, how do you expect me to do it?"
"I do not know," said the Head; "but that is my answer, and until the Wicked Witch dies you will not see your uncle and aunt again. Remember that the Witch is Wicked--tremendously Wicked--and ought to be killed. Now go, and do not ask to see me again until you have done your task."
Sorrowfully Dorothy left the Throne Room and went back where the Lion and the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman were waiting to hear what Oz had said to her. "There is no hope for me," she said sadly, "for Oz will not send me home until I have killed the Wicked Witch of the West; and that I can never do."
Her friends were sorry, but could do nothing to help her; so Dorothy went to her own room and lay down on the bed and cried herself to sleep.
The next morning the soldier with the green whiskers came to the Scarecrow and said:
"Come with me, for Oz has sent for you."
So the Scarecrow followed him and was admitted into the great Throne Room, where he saw, sitting in the emerald throne, a most lovely Lady. She was dressed in green silk gauze and wore upon her flowing green locks a crown of jewels. Growing from her shoulders were wings, gorgeous in color and so light that they fluttered if the slightest breath of air reached them.
When the Scarecrow had bowed, as prettily as his straw stuffing would let him, before this beautiful creature, she looked upon him sweetly, and said:
"I am Oz, the Great and Terrible. Who are you, and why do you seek me?"
Now the Scarecrow, who had expected to see the great Head Dorothy had told him of, was much astonished; but he answered her bravely.
"I am only a Scarecrow, stuffed with straw. Therefore I have no brains, and I come to you praying that you will put brains in my head instead of straw, so that I may become as much a man as any other in your dominions."
"Why should I do this for you?" asked the Lady.
"Because you are wise and powerful, and no one else can help me," answered the Scarecrow.
"I never grant favors without some return," said Oz; "but this much I will promise. If you will kill for me the Wicked Witch of the West, I will bestow upon you a great many brains, and such good brains that you will be the wisest man in all the Land of Oz."
"I thought you asked Dorothy to kill the Witch," said the Scarecrow, in surprise.
"So I did. I don't care who kills her. But until she is dead I will not grant your wish. Now go, and do not seek me again until you have earned the brains you so greatly desire."
The Scarecrow went sorrowfully back to his friends and told them what Oz had said; and Dorothy was surprised to find that the Great Wizard was not a Head, as she had seen him, but a lovely Lady.
"All the same," said the Scarecrow, "she needs a heart as much as the Tin Woodman."
On the next morning the soldier with the green whiskers came to the Tin Woodman and said:
"Oz has sent for you. Follow me."
So the Tin Woodman followed him and came to the great Throne Room. He did not know whether he would find Oz a lovely Lady or a Head, but he hoped it would be the lovely Lady. "For," he said to himself, "if it is the head, I am sure I shall not be given a heart, since a head has no heart of its own and therefore cannot feel for me. But if it is the lovely Lady I shall beg hard for a heart, for all ladies are themselves said to be kindly hearted."
But when the Woodman entered the great Throne Room he saw neither the Head nor the Lady, for Oz had taken the shape of a most terrible Beast. It was nearly as big as an elephant, and the green throne seemed hardly strong enough to hold its weight. The Beast had a head like that of a rhinoceros, only there were five eyes in its face. There were five long arms growing out of its body, and it also had five long, slim legs. Thick, woolly hair covered every part of it, and a more dreadful-looking monster could not be imagined. It was fortunate the Tin Woodman had no heart at that moment, for it would have beat loud and fast from terror. But being only tin, the Woodman was not at all afraid, although he was much disappointed.
"I am Oz, the Great and Terrible," spoke the Beast, in a voice that was one great roar. "Who are you, and why do you seek me?"
"I am a Woodman, and made of tin. Therefore I have no heart, and cannot love. I pray you to give me a heart that I may be as other men are."
"Why should I do this?" demanded the Beast.
"Because I ask it, and you alone can grant my request," answered the Woodman.
Oz gave a low growl at this, but said, gruffly: "If you indeed desire a heart, you must earn it."
"How?" asked the Woodman.
"Help Dorothy to kill the Wicked Witch of the West," replied the Beast. "When the Witch is dead, come to me, and I will then give you the biggest and kindest and most loving heart in all the Land of Oz."
So the Tin Woodman was forced to return sorrowfully to his friends and tell them of the terrible Beast he had seen. They all wondered greatly at the many forms the Great Wizard could take upon himself, and the Lion said:
"If he is a Beast when I go to see him, I shall roar my loudest, and so frighten him that he will grant all I ask. And if he is the lovely Lady, I shall pretend to spring upon her, and so compel her to do my bidding. And if he is the great Head, he will be at my mercy; for I will roll this head all about the room until he promises to give us what we desire. So be of good cheer, my friends, for all will yet be well."
The next morning the soldier with the green whiskers led the Lion to the great Throne Room and bade him enter the presence of Oz.
The Lion at once passed through the door, and glancing around saw, to his surprise, that before the throne was a Ball of Fire, so fierce and glowing he could scarcely bear to gaze upon it. His first thought was that Oz had by accident caught on fire and was burning up; but when he tried to go nearer, the heat was so intense that it singed his whiskers, and he crept back tremblingly to a spot nearer the door.
Then a low, quiet voice came from the Ball of Fire, and these were the words it spoke:
"I am Oz, the Great and Terrible. Who are you, and why do you seek me?"
And the Lion answered, "I am a Cowardly Lion, afraid of everything. I came to you to beg that you give me courage, so that in reality I may become the King of Beasts, as men call me."
"Why should I give you courage?" demanded Oz.
"Because of all Wizards you are the greatest, and alone have power to grant my request," answered the Lion.
The Ball of Fire burned fiercely for a time, and the voice said, "Bring me proof that the Wicked Witch is dead, and that moment I will give you courage. But as long as the Witch lives, you must remain a coward."
The Lion was angry at this speech, but could say nothing in reply, and while he stood silently gazing at the Ball of Fire it became so furiously hot that he turned tail and rushed from the room. He was glad to find his friends waiting for him, and told them of his terrible interview with the Wizard.
"What shall we do now?" asked Dorothy sadly.
"There is only one thing we can do," returned the Lion, "and that is to go to the land of the Winkies, seek out the Wicked Witch, and destroy her."
"But suppose we cannot?" said the girl.
"Then I shall never have courage," declared the Lion.
"And I shall never have brains," added the Scarecrow.
"And I shall never have a heart," spoke the Tin Woodman.
"And I shall never see Aunt Em and Uncle Henry," said Dorothy, beginning to cry.
"Be careful!" cried the green girl. "The tears will fall on your green silk gown and spot it."
So Dorothy dried her eyes and said, "I suppose we must try it; but I am sure I do not want to kill anybody, even to see Aunt Em again."
"I will go with you; but I'm too much of a coward to kill the Witch," said the Lion.
"I will go too," declared the Scarecrow; "but I shall not be of much help to you, I am such a fool."
"I haven't the heart to harm even a Witch," remarked the Tin Woodman; "but if you go I certainly shall go with you."
Therefore it was decided to start upon their journey the next morning, and the Woodman sharpened his axe on a green grindstone and had all his joints properly oiled. The Scarecrow stuffed himself with fresh straw and Dorothy put new paint on his eyes that he might see better. The green girl, who was very kind to them, filled Dorothy's basket with good things to eat, and fastened a little bell around Toto's neck with a green ribbon.
They went to bed quite early and slept soundly until daylight, when they were awakened by the crowing of a green cock that lived in the back yard of the Palace, and the cackling of a hen that had laid a green egg.

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