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Fire Mage

John Browning, a former underworld assassin, went to his friend Angele's wedding party but ended up meeting his former colleagues. Before he could think that the whole wedding ceremony was a setup to catch him, he felt dizzy all of a sudden! At that moment, he knew that his lifelong friend had already betrayed him and sold him out. John was humiliated in front of hundreds of people and was forced to kneel in front of Thomas, the underworld assassin organization leader. Within a few minutes, they beat him brutally, dragged him to some underground basement, and then locked him in a gloomy room. John felt bitter when thinking about his friend's betrayal. He laid on the cold floor for two days and died miserably. But his story didn't end there. … In a world filled with magic and mystic powers, John Browning woke up in an 18-year-old boy's body. Before he could open his eyes and see his current situation, he felt someone was dragging his body. 'How am I still alive?' He got puzzled inside. But after a few seconds, John learned from the young boy's remanent memories that he was transmigrated to a mystical fantasy game-like world filled with magic and mystic powers! [Author's Note: The Mc will take some time to walk on the path of a fire mage due to less information about the world. So, don't get mad at me guys. If you feel anything wrong with the story, feel free to give me a review or comment. I will try my best and correct it. Have a happy reading!] ... If someone wants to contact me, you can send a request to my Instagram account or just send a mail. Contact via: akauthor02@gmail.com Discord: https: https://discord.gg/mYwPPbs6 Instagram Id: https://www.instagram.com/akauthor02/?hl=en Cover Pic credit: RafaelMousob

Ak02 · Fantasia
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751 Chs

Bishop of Sun

Chapter 613: Bishop of Sun

upon noticing his arrival, Stella bowed her head and greeted him with a warm smile.

She had a soft, glowing complexion, with captivating brown eyes and shiny blonde hair falling around her face. Her round face was charming, with a delicate nose and short, neat eyebrows. At about 160 cm tall, she gave off a warm, motherly presence.

At that moment, she wore a sleek black dress with an apron and a slightly messy white chef's hat, showing signs of her recent cooking.

"Good morning, Zephyr. It's been only a month since I saw you, but you almost look unrecognizable." She walked closer to him and hugged him.

"I'm sorry for not being there after your mother passed away, young child."

'Now that I think about it, Zephyr mentioned her yesterday. Although she came to see her mother occasionally, Zephyr's mother stopped getting closer to her for fear of troubling her. And, Zephyr always called her Aunt.'