Legacy of the Dark Sage
When Kyran turned 18, his life turned upside down. The Royal Army raided his clan because his supposedly non-existent magic got exposed. On that fateful night, he was the only one who escaped. Up to the present, the status of his clan was unknown. A magic inheritance that became a curse, Kyran became a fugitive. Always on the run... living in fear when the Royal Army finally captures him. At least that's what most people thought... "I'll definitely save my family. And I will make all those who made my clan suffer pay tenfold. I'll make use of this magic they so feared, and show them what real terror is...." Disclaimer: The cover image isn't mine. I'll replace it when I finished mine.
I Know I'm Overpowered, But I'm Not Omnipotent
Looking at some of the council member's expressions, Kyran could more or less guess what they were thinking. Then, with a sigh, he told them, "You didn't really think that boosting your members' magic level is enough, right?"
As soon as he asked this, Avrum and Sigma looked guilty.
They were one of the few, along with Malia and Callan, who did think it.
"Why not?" Malia asked in confusion. "It is true it required many resources just to break through to the next level, but there are potions and pills that could boost a mage's magic level, albeit, temporarily."
Kyran thought of the red pill Max had used when Malia had spoken.
If Malia was confident to suggest this, it meant she knew how to make one.
However, of all people, Kyran did not expect her to recommend this because Malia struck him as a very righteous and good person.
"A medicine like that are double-edge," Kyran pointed, his tone sounding a little cold.