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Ascension of the Samsara Sage

Regard inquired, his face solemn. "The path of a Sage is fraught with peril; are you certain you want to walk it?" Max responded immediately. "Yes." *** Max had hoped to enjoy his new life as a rich noble after being reincarnated into a magical world by God, but fate had other plans for him, as he was declared a cripple and unable to use magic for the rest of his life. But, as they say, when one door closes, another one opens, and Max is given the opportunity to change his fate; to become the hero or to once again live an insignificant life without meaning... What would he choose? In the Samsara, where humans who wield magic are known as Magicians and those capable of summoning dimensional beings are known as Summoners, Max will become a Sage that controls the laws of the world. Thus, the ascension of the Samsara Sage begins in a world where magic reigns supreme! *** Update rate : 2 chaps a day. *** Hope y'all enjoy reading this work as much as I enjoyed writing. Anyway, bless me with your Powerstones and gifts, thanks in advance UwU *** Note : I am not the owner of the image. If the owner doesn't want me using their work, I would be happy to take it down.

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Into the subconscious

"It's getting worse." Iolrath spoke with a grim look on his face.

Currently, he and Ionia were in the Inner sanctum, watching over Ella.

Iolrath's words seemed to be related to two things.

One was the rate at which the seal which kept away the sins of the Dark Forest was currently deteriorating and the other had to do with Ella's condition which had gotten to a terrible state.

Most of her body was covered in the poison with her head the only part still left untouched.

"Do you think he will be able to do it?" Ionia asked as she held the Living staff while standing over Ella before reaching out to place her palm on the little girl's cheek.

It felt cold to the touch, unlike the usual warmth of a living being.

It could only mean one thing… Ella was closer to death than she was to life.

Ionia held a look of worry as she stared at the child.