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A surge of magical energy coursed through him, a roaring torrent that found its way into his palm as he voiced his incantation with unrestrained determination: "Firebolt!" A luminescent heptagram materialized from his outstretched hand, hovering before him, gathering the surrounding energy to manifest a grand sphere of roaring flames. It hummed with potential, awaiting his command to assault the malevolent creature looming before him. The creature, a beast with wolf-like features, bore menacing red eyes that once struck terror into his heart. But with the awakening of his magic, fear was a forgotten shadow. Without hesitation, he released the fiery sphere towards the beast. A brilliant explosion enveloped the monstrosity, scorching its onyx fur and searing its flesh with unbearable agony. A triumphant smirk tugged at his lips, a single breath of relief escaping as the imminent danger faded away. As the creature succumbed to its fiery demise, he reveled in his newfound power, a declaration of victory escaping his lips: "I did it! I have become... a Sage!" ____________________________________________________ WARNING: If you cannot stand dark stuff like rape, murder, gore, etc, my work is not for you. Ordinary man MC Isekai-ed in a world full of conflicts, but most of all, he needs to resolve his inner-conflict. Weak to strong. As a first-time writer, worldbuilding is my forte. The writing and English grammar need to be improved... and I'm continually learning. My chapters are usually longer than the standard on WN, 3-4k words instead of 1.5k words. I manage(d) to publish twice weekly, but by the length of my chapters, it's basically the same amount of content you'll get with daily chapters of 1.5k words. Chapter updates when I have the time, unfortunately. If you wish to directly support me, you can send DOGE to this address: DPy7f5UxEEvty424M7KxfEhGA3dECtQcn8 Cover art is MINE.

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Chapter 90: A Nostalgic Song

"Could it be... Vas'Fylinyr?" Jorael mused aloud, recognizing the name from the lore of Vas'Anellir.

"The second oldest library in all the Elven Kingdom," the luminous elderly figure floating above the fountain elaborated.

"I... I'm aware of that, but... Wait a moment. Your name was...?" Jorael asked, suddenly curious.

"Olderico, of the Tramonte lineage," came the response.

"T-Tramonte?!" Jorael gasped, taken aback.

"I can understand why you're the last of your house. Either you're all the product of inbreeding like the Vizier family, or you're hearing-impaired," Olderico retorted bitingly.

"No, no, my hearing's perfectly fine," Jorael insisted, still in shock.

"Well then, it pains me to break it to you, but your mother might have been your aunt..." Olderico leveled the insult with deceptive courtesy.

"That's certainly not the case..." Jorael responded quietly, undeterred by the affront.