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Aimless Ascension

[Webnovel's Fantasy Carnival Winner] Gale was summoned into a mysterious world of magic and monsters when some crazy practitioners messed with higher-dimensional laws. So begins the tale of a hero. Although most of his adventures turned out to be disastrous, it couldn't stop him from becoming the most notorious outworlder in existence. From a destitute slave to a wandering minstrel, Gale voyaged across treacherous terrain and somehow wound up as the infamous king of the desolate Wild. Eventually, his insatiable thirst for power and greatness led him astray, as Gale had to change occupation again. This time as a humble farmer. Somehow he was disastrous in that too, as accidentally, Gale developed his little farm to a holy ground of spirit arts. Now all aspiring practitioners—no matter whether it's a scion of Great clans or Jade beauty who can topple kingdoms—want to join. - - - Disclaimer: This story introduces a framing narrative and written two timelines side by side. One is the present timeline, and the other is Gale's adventures since he was summoned. ________ Discord: https://discord.gg/DFynG4y4Na

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I whistled a familiar tune as I mined the fire crystal in the heat. My whole body was soaking in sweat, but I was far from distressed.

I still have the energy to put in ten times the effort even though I almost reached my quota for the day and still have hours left of the deadline.

"Well, you seem to be in a good mood," Cameron said. He was barely halfway point of meeting his quota.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I said, meeting his gaze. "Or right, we're just slaves."

Well, at least not the lowliest of the low among the slave, which I was a month ago.

"Did something good happen?" Cameron asked again. He was suspicious about my newfound strength, although he hadn't asked anything about it yet.

"Good like?"

"Something related to women?" Cameron asked, shooting a knowing look.

I halted, giving him an odd look. "Women? Where are they?" I asked, scoffing. "I ain't seeing any woman, and you're using the plural form of it."