Archmage

The young teenager, clad in a simple white robe, sat cross-legged on a natural rock platform, surrounded by the majestic silence of the snowy mountains of Ashber. The air was crisp and clean, with a hint of woodsmoke and pine, and the only sound was the soft hum of the wind whispering secrets to the trees.

The teenager's eyes were closed, their face serene and peaceful, as they focused on their breath, their mind quiet and still. A small wooden flute lay beside them, its gentle curves and intricate carvings a testament to the craftsmanship of the mountain villagers.

A few feet away, a small fire crackled and popped, casting a warm glow over the surrounding rocks and snow. The flames danced and spat, casting shadows on the teenager's face, as they sat in stillness, lost in the depths of their own mind.

The mountains loomed above, their peaks reaching for the sky like giant sentinels, their snow-capped summits glistening in the fading light of day. The air was filled with an almost palpable sense of peace and tranquility, as if the very mountains themselves were watching over the young teenager, guarding them from harm and nurturing their spirit.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the mountains in a warm orange glow, the teenager slowly opened their eyes, their gaze calm and peaceful, their spirit renewed and refreshed by the stillness and beauty of the snowy mountains.

"Ding.."

[Host has reached Rank 7 Archmage]

As Rudolf stood at the pinnacle of the Mortal Realm, the very fabric of reality seemed to bend in anticipation. The air was alive with an electric tension as if the elements themselves were holding their breath in reverence. And then, in a burst of radiance that defied the mortal realm, Rudolf's magic reached its zenith. The boundaries of the Archmage Rank, once thought impenetrable, shattered like fragile glass beneath his unyielding will.

In this instant, Rudolf transcended the limitations of mortal cultivation, his essence merging with the ancient power. The mountain itself seemed to tremble in awe, its granite heart beating in harmony with Rudolf's newfound might. The skies above grew dark as if the heavens themselves were acknowledging his ascension. Stars twinkled like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse, their light pulsing in rhythm with Rudolf's magic.

The breakthrough was not simply a personal triumph; it was an event of legendary proportions, a seismic shift in the balance of power. The land itself began to transform as if the very essence of the Mortal Peak was spreading its influence. The snow-capped peaks surrounding the mountain began to glow with soft, ethereal light as if the ancient magic that dwelled within was stirring from its slumber.

The air was filled with an intoxicating aroma, like the sweet scent of blooming flowers, as the elements themselves began to realign in reverence to Rudolf's newfound power. The winds whispered secrets in a language only the most attuned could understand, while the earth trembled with a gentle, reverent tremor. Waterfalls cascaded down the mountain's flanks, their crystal clear waters shimmering like liquid silver in the fading light of day.

As the breakthrough resonated across the land, creatures of myth and legend began to stir, their slumbering essence awakened by Rudolf's transcendence. Dragons long thought extinct, began to stir in their ancient lairs, their scales glinting like gold and jade in the fading light. Phoenixes, creatures of fiery rebirth, began to circle the Solitary Peak, their wings beating in rhythmic accompaniment to Rudolf's magic.

And Rudolf, now an Archmage of unparalleled might, stood at the center of this maelstrom, his magic a blazing beacon that illuminated the path for all who sought to follow in his footsteps. His breakthrough was not simply a personal achievement; it was a gift to the world, a reminder that even the most impossible barriers could be shattered by the unyielding will of a mortal seeking transcendence.

But he knew it was just the beginning. Because there was always a mountain above another mountain. Even after reaching Archmage Rank, he did not know who brought him to this world and why, and who created this system. He felt like he was playing a role in a puppet show. A puppet controlled by the puppet master. And if Arthur was the protagonist then what was the need to isekai him to this world? He had seen the strength of Arthur with his own eyes and if he continued growing like this then he would surely be able to surpass him sometime in the future as he is the child of destiny.

He had reached the Rank 7 Archmage's rank and surpassed the boundary of mortals so he no longer felt the emotions that he used to feel. Although he feels like a clown performing tricks in a circus for the entertainment of his master he does not feel any anger towards this invisible being. After reaching the realm of Gods he had understood that strong Gods prey on weaker ones. If he was strong enough he would be able to know who was behind all this.