I Became the Archmage That Transcendents Are Obsessed With
Chapter 1: Old Tower In the heart of a vast, barren wasteland, there bloomed a field of dandelions. Strangely, though the surrounding lands were scorched and lifeless, near the base of an old, crumbling tower, golden flowers swayed gently in the breeze. A mage in a tattered robe walked toward them. Around him stood nameless gravestones...
Chapter 1: Old Tower In the heart of a vast, barren wasteland, there bloomed a field of dandelions. Strangely, though the surrounding lands were scorched and lifeless, near the base of an old, crumbling tower, golden flowers swayed gently in the breeze. A mage in a tattered robe walked toward them. Around him stood nameless gravestones, scattered like forgotten memories. Beneath them lay fallen mages and knights—warriors who had perished in battle here. Thanks to their sacrifice, the war against the demonkind had finally ended. But the cost was steep: the forest of Denia had been reduced to desolation. Where the Great Demon’s flames had scorched the earth, no life could ever grow again. Everyone had left this land long ago. Everyone—except for one man: Locke. With gray hair and lifeless, g
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