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Berserker Magician

A world run by magic... so, what would happen if a mana-less child was born in it? Avan Neidleest, a child born without a single ounce of mana. His skin was pale and was drought out of nutrients. Everyone stayed away from him. He was a noble, yet commoners laugh at his failures and talentless nature. And no one would rebuke them for it. He was an outcast, a nobody. Yet all he has is his sword. He swung it every single day not getting stronger. But training himself to ignore the pain as he swings it. He swung it every single day, study about magic even though he can't practice it in the hopes that something would change. He swung, in the heat, in the winter, in the autumn and every single day. In hopes that someone will accept him and acknowledge him. No matter how much he was brought down, he just swung and swung his sword and the immeasurable pain of it still lingered. Days passed... months... years... until it turned into a decade. As he swung his sword, it was not hope he was given, but despair. He was just an insect compared to everyone else in the whole world. "Hard work does not equal talent." Is what everyone else said to him. A decade of despair welled up inside of him. And then... it exploded. A decade of malice, sadness, despair, loneliness all welled up inside of him exploded and has been concentrated into a single ball of energy. He wrecked havoc. He became stronger than he ever was before. A single swing of his sword cut mountains. As he swung his sword, the wave of it blew out houses. But he was just a human borrowing a power that can't hold his body. So in the end... his body broke down, achieving strength that he wanted to attain for so long. But something was wrong, no one was acknowledging him as he fell to the ground. "Wasn't this... what you wanted..? I got stronger right..? I'm strong now... so why... why do you have those faces..." As he closed his eyes, he drifted off in the darkness. And then letters appeared in front of him in the deep dark of the abyss. [Conditions has been met.]

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The Elemental War II

The god from above placed something at the top part of the world. It was something powerful and unimaginable.

'It,' spoke.

The light beam that descended from the heavens can be seen from everyone in the whole world.

Everyone ran towards that light. It was like a marathon between everyone in the world as they fought towards that light.

And finally, a successor, a human reached the very peak all alone and entered the light.

And what was in front of her was a being that transcends all of reality. That is, god itself.

The god spoke before she could. "One question, one wish."

She then wished for the war to end and retain the honor that all of the races once had. "World Peace, in her own words."

The god with a single tap, created a giant ripple that surrounded the whole entire world. And everyone dropped their weapons as they heard what she wished for.

Her wish was granted. But the next one was something that she didn't think of.

She thought of thousands of questions, but the question that she asked was something that the minds of the free were thinking about.

"Why do we exist?" She asked.

The god looked like it smiled under the guise of his pure white aura. And words came out of it mouth. To this day still unknown.

But the human who told the story could only cry as he heard the story. "Gods are pitiful beings aren't they?"

And with that, she returned and began to explain to everyone what she saw, but never what it said.

And so, the questions beneath all that mystery was something that the world demanded to know. That knowledge, that vast amount of power and the status of god.

They wanted to see what she saw, and they wanted to hear what she heard.

So war ensues.

And so the cycle continues.

One question, one wish.

And a great war, for the reward of monarchy.

That's how the world functioned for all those years of wars.

Thousands, or even more than that.

This is a world of magic, swordsmanship and in the end, those who are the strongest, may claim the greatest reward.