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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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Nest; Demolished!

Ashton felt like he was floating...

It was weird, you see, seeing the world like this. He never felt so calm and present at the same time in his life.

All is clear yet blurry at the same time.

He's vaguely aware of his breathing and his movements. He could hear his heartbeat and he could tell how deep or shallow his breaths are.

Ashton felt as if he could sense everything even with his eyes closed. Hell, he's in danger right now yet he didn't look like he was treating it seriously.

Casually tilting his body to the side to avoid the claw sweeping down to crush him. Jumping just high and fast enough to dodge the next attack while also shooting his guns.

In this wonderful state of calm and serenity, Ashton could feel the flow of mana inside of him. Aware of just how much he has, how much he has to use, how to convert it to achieve the most optimal result, and so on.

The Mortal Reminder, his guns, felt familiar yet also known on his hands.