Continent A...
Tofan, Vash, and Azar appeared in a teleportation circle, arriving in a new city.
Just from this alone, Azar could already see the difference. The structures and materials used here were leagues above those in Continent C.
"So, will you co et my family for a while, or are you heading back?" Tofan asked as Vash scratched his head.
"I'll probably head back. I fear we might get called soon. I have to make so preparations first," Vash replied.
"Erm… you an for your kids and wives, right?" Tofan said with a smile.
"Nah, fuck you, Tofan," Vash replied before disappearing, making Tofan chuckle.
Of course, Azar witnessed everything, but what could he say? He simply whistled and pretended he hadn't heard anything.
Tofan slapped Azar on the head.
"Idiot. Let's go. And I know you heard everything," Tofan chuckled as Azar rubbed his head with a pained expression.
However, when Azar's eyes drifted to Tofan's missing limb, his heart tightened.
Pah…
Tofan slapped him again, harder this ti.
"I told you I'm fine. A lost limb is nothing serious," Tofan said calmly.
"I still have this, right?" he added, raising his remaining arm.
Azar was silent for a mont, then forced a small smile and nodded.
Sigh… Teacher… I will find a way to help you. Maybe regenerate your limb… Azar thought.
For a magi, losing a limb was serious—but he also knew Tofan didn't want him worrying.
Sigh… young lad, Tofan thought as he glanced at Azar and activated a teleportation spell to his ho.
It didn't take a genius to understand Azar's thoughts, but Azar was too weak to help him.
A Tier 3 magi was only the beginning of the world of magi. Even Tier 6 and above magi would struggle to help him. He would likely remain a one-ard man forever, so all he could do now was learn to fight with it.
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Kiluwat Family Mansion
Tofan and Azar appeared in front of a massive mansion.
The mansion stood tall within a vast, silent estate, its crystal-white walls faintly glowing under the moonlight. Subtle arcane runes covered its surface, pulsing gently like a living heartbeat, reinforcing the structure with quiet, unseen power.
Elegant spires rose above it, and the air itself felt heavy with refined mana pressure only the strong could comfortably endure. Despite its overwhelming presence, the ho remained beautifully calm, with glowing garden paths and softly shimring lights that gave it the air of both a sanctuary and a fortress.
A massive surge of mana filled the air—at least five tis stronger than outside, even at the periter of the mansion. Deeper inside, it could reach ten or even twenty tis that density.
Without a doubt, this was the Kiluwat family estate.
Imdiately, several magi erged from the surroundings and surrounded them.
"Na and reason for coming?" one of them asked.
Each of them were Tier 4 magi, the standard for guards but deeper inside, elite Tier 5 guards were also present.
"Tofan Kiluwat. I've returned ho," Tofan said.
Instantly, a faint glow lit up his body, and the guards' bodies responded with the sa glow, a verification mark confirming his identity.
"Young master, welco back," the guards said as they bowed.
Tofan nodded and walked forward with Azar trailing behind him.
As they moved, they passed several magi who greeted Tofan respectfully. Only then did Azar realize that, just like him, Tofan was likely the son of a powerful figure within the family.
"Alright, your room is here. Mine is a bit further down. Co find if you need anything."
"Oh, before I forget, there are so Tier 3 spell books in the room. You can train with them. Also use the training room at the back."
Tofan explained calmly as Azar nodded.
But before Azar could respond, a voice cut in.
"Young master, the family head calls for you," a guard said.
Tofan nodded.
"Give a mont, Azar," he said with a smile.
Azar nodded as he watched Tofan leave.
After his figure disappeared, Azar closed the door and looked around the room.
He swallowed in shock.
The room was larger than anything he had ever seen. The bed alone could fit more than three people. And he could already sense another space behind the wall.., likely a spatial construct layered within the room.
He touched the wall, and upon entering, he was stunned.
The interior was only about five ters wide, yet the mana density inside was easily ten tis higher than the outside world.
His progress would definitely be rapid here. At the very least, increasing his mana storage and learning Tier 3 spells would be no problem.
Thinking this, Azar returned to the shelves filled with books.
As he opened them, his eyes widened.
"These… spells…" Azar muttered, eyes lighting up.
Each one was not low-level, but advanced Tier 3 spells.
For an ordinary Tier 3 magi, they would be far too advanced.
But for Azar, soone both talented and determined to grow stronger , they were perfect.
Carrying the entire shelf into the training room, Azar sat cross-legged and began studying imdiately.
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Soti later
"When will we leave?" Tofan asked, his expression solemn.
"Tomorrow," a middle-aged man in golden robes replied with a sigh.
Hearing this, Tofan trembled slightly.
Is it already this serious? he thought.
Things were not going well.
It seed Continent C had only experienced a small taste of the power of the organization known as X16…
While the First Continent had faced its full brutality.
According to what the family head told him, the war at the frontline had spiraled completely out of control, and they desperately needed Tier 5 and above mages. He had to go with so of the younger generation.
Worse still, according to spies and ongoing investigations, X16 was responsible for the surge of mana-devouring beasts.
Now, with everything rapidly escalating, the younger generation would be thrown into war much sooner than expected.
Although they would grow stronger, many would die in the process. They would be forced to mature far beyond their age.
Tofan clenched his fist as he rembered what Kilo had done to him.
"By the way, what happened to your arm?" the family head asked with a frown.
Tofan smiled faintly.
"A reminder of my lack of strength," he replied, then turned around.
"I will see you tomorrow," Tofan said as he left.
Instantly, he rushed into his room and shut the door behind him.
He began searching the room, scattering everything in sight.
Finally, he found a book.
Vaohdbenokenitba
Book of Advanced Spells and Self-Progressing Magi Power
In simpler terms, the spells recorded within were not ordinary magi spells. They were techniques capable of devastating destruction while rapidly increasing a mage's power. However, they ca with severe consequences.
One's lifespan would be consud… and eventually, death would follow.
Normally, Tofan would never have considered using sothing like this.
But now—with his missing arm, the deaths of his students, and the upcoming war at the front lines…
He had no choice.
He picked up the book and returned to his room. Unlike Azar's ten-tis mana concentration, his chamber had more than twenty tis the density.
"I hope I can learn it in ti…" Tofan murmured.
He opened the book.
Instantly, a dark aura surged around him as his eyes turned completely black.
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