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Idle Mage: Humanity's Strongest Backer

They said they came from out of nowhere. There were no signs of their arrival nor there were any loud sounds. One day, Humanity woke up and was forced to accept their existence...along with the destruction they brought with them. Ashton West, a orphan and a transmigrator from Earth. He woke up in this near-apocalyptic world without anyone else to rely on aside from himself. Thankfully, he was blessed with a golden finger that came with his transmigration package! Ashton: This world needs a Hero...sadly, I can't be bothered to be one. Ashton: Surely there's someone out there who can fulfill that role. As for me? Well... "Being 'Humanity's Strongest Backer' doesn't sound so bad." *** Disclaimer: 1. Cover's not mine. Found it online and edited it. This is for temporary use. Hit me up if this is yours and want it to be taken down. 2. Don't expect perfection. It doesn't exist. 3. I'm not in a race with the other authors. I have my own update schedule. Don't worry, it's frequent enough. All your support will be greatly appreciated. Thanks for checking out my work!

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Edge of Madness

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[A/N: Ashton would be rewarded for taking down the Chaotic Warzone and for killing the 1st Sphere Angels and Noble Demons, once the System goes online again.

...this is mainly a reminder for myself, lol.]

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Location: Edge of Madness

Date: 3rd of March, Year 9027. (One week after Ashton laid waste to the Chaotic Warzone.)

Time: 11:07 am

Under the harsh glare of the sun and the decrepit air of their surroundings, several soldiers marched with stern faces.

They wore military uniforms that made them stand out. They also held weapons in their hands as they vigilantly surveyed their surroundings. The group consists of two males and two females. They moved in a formation that allowed them to pay attention to the four cardinal directions.

"...smells bad here, it's too hot here, it's too bleak here, I hate it here." One of the male soldiers grumbled as he surveyed south, covering the backs of his comrades.