"This is absolutely impossible!"
The dark magician’s voice trembled as he stared at the dissipated remains of his Hellfire spell.
His body swayed unsteadily, drained from the sheer amount of mana the spell had consud.
The attack hadn’t just drained his reserves... it had completely depleted his very essence.
Hellfire, a top-tier eighth-circle spell, capable of reducing cities to ashes, had been crushed.
And not by another equally powerful spell, but by a single, small, flickering black fla.
The sight before him was absurd, inconceivable.
He refused to believe it.
But his denial didn’t last long.
"Oi, mage."
The boy’s calm yet sharp voice cut through the suffocating silence.
Ye Tian stood there, his tattered clothes fluttering in the faint breeze.
He dusted off his hands and cocked his head, his cold gaze piercing through the magician’s already broken confidence.
"You better have sothing more entertaining for ." Ye Tian smirked, pointing lazily in the magician’s direction.
"Because if you don’t... you’re dead as fuck."
The words jolted the mage out of his stupor. His chest heaved as his breath quickened.
His pride, already shattered, was now mixed with rage. This boy... no, this monster... was toying with him. Mocking him.
"YOU DARE!" the magician bellowed, his voice hoarse but dripping with unrestrained fury.
Driven by a toxic mix of instincts and desperation, he poured his very life force into his next series of attacks.
The air around him crackled with chaotic energy as he began firing magic spells in rapid succession.
Hundreds of spells... ranging from basic first-circle elental attacks to more advanced sixth-circle magic... rushed toward Ye Tian in a relentless wave.
Fireballs, lightning strikes, ice shards, wind blades, and even earth spikes... all surged forward, blanketing the battlefield in chaotic destruction.
Jamie, still lying on the ground, watched in wide-eyed horror as the barrage of spells lit up the battlefield.
The sheer magnitude of the attacks was overwhelming.
Even if the boy had managed to counter Hellfire, there was no way anyone could withstand an onslaught like this.
"Is he insane?!" Jamie muttered to himself, clutching his sword as if it would shield him from the incoming doom.
But as the storm of spells closed in on Ye Tian, the boy remained perfectly still.
Ye Tian raised his finger once again, the tiny black fla from before flickering faintly at its tip.
Without a word, he flicked the fla toward his right eye.
The wisp of fire was absorbed instantly, and in that mont, Ye Tian’s black eyes turned completely black.
His pupils shimred, now a brilliant gold, radiating an overwhelming aura of authority.
Jamie couldn’t tear his gaze away. "What... is this?"
The magician’s chaotic spellstorm hurtled toward Ye Tian like a force of nature.
The ground trembled under the sheer power of the attacks, and the air shimred with deadly energy.
Ye Tian’s expression didn’t change.
He smirked and shouted, his voice echoing across the battlefield...
"How dare a circus clown like you challenge in the art of spells?!"
He raised his hand, and the golden glow in his eyes intensified.
His voice thundered with authority...
"Ninth-Class Magic... The All-Revealing Eye of the Void!"
Ti froze.
The chaotic wave of spells, mid-flight, shattered like fragile glass.
The intricate magic circles that had ford around the magician crumbled into dust, disappearing as if they had never existed.
The battlefield fell silent.
Ti resud, and the magician could only watch in horror as his most powerful attacks dissolved into nothingness.
Jamie’s jaw dropped.
He had seen powerful magic before... his family’s finest warriors had summoned storms and torn through armies with their swords... but this... this was sothing else entirely.
Ye Tian turned to Jamie, resting a hand on the blonde boy’s shoulder.
"Are you surprised, my dear disciple?" he asked with a smirk, his golden pupils gleaming mischievously.
Jamie could only stare, his mind blank.
"W-What... the hell... was that?" he stamred.
Ye Tian stood up, brushing the dirt from his knees.
"That, my friend, is what happens when you let a pro handle things..." he said nonchalantly.
The magician, now trembling uncontrollably, could barely process what had just happened.
His entire arsenal of magic had been destroyed. His pride was in ruins.
And now, standing before him was a boy who wielded power far beyond his comprehension.
Ye Tian chuckled to himself, running a hand through his ssy hair.
"Never thought I’d be using this weird mana shit in real life..." he muttered under his breath.
He glanced at his hands, flexing his fingers.
The sensation of casting spells, of manipulating mana in this world, was oddly familiar.
It was as if he had done this a thousand tis before.
Ye Tian’s mind wandered as he pieced everything together.
"Glory..." he thought, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Glory... the revolutionary hardcore ga that had taken Earth by storm when it was released on New Year’s Day in 2020.
It wasn’t just a ga, it was a phenonon.
The ga had boasted cutting-edge AI, dynamic quests, and chanics so complex that every player’s experience felt uniquely tailored to them.
The characters were lifelike, the NPCs seed alive, and the skills system was unlike anything that had ever existed.
But Glory wasn’t for the faint-hearted.
Each character class had its own set of skills, and every skill had to be manually typed out during combat.
The slightest error in input would lead to disastrous results... mana overflow, failed spells, or even instant death.
And yet, Ye Tian had thrived in that punishing environnt.
He wasn’t just any player.
He was a tyrant, one of the ga’s most feared and respected players.
And his class? The mage.
The hardest, most unforgiving class in the ga.
He had mastered it, pushing beyond the limits of the ga to reach the ninth, tenth, and even eleventh circles of magic.
Now, standing in this world, Ye Tian couldn’t shake the feeling that its rules were eerily similar to Glory.
The mana streams, the death miasma, the prana, and aura... everything aligned too perfectly with the systems in the ga.
But there was one difference.
The sheer amount of mana he possessed here was absurd. Back in Glory, each new circle added a re ten mana to his pool.
But here, he had over 5,000 mana... regenerating instantly, no less. It was a cheat, plain and simple.
And yet, it all made sense now. Watching the mage’s Hellfire spell... down to the exact mana output... had confird his suspicions.
"This world... it’s too similar to Glory. And if that’s the case..."
A grin spread across Ye Tian’s face.
The magician was frozen in place, too terrified to move.
Ye Tian’s golden eyes bore into him, and a sadistic smirk tugged at his lips.
"Magic show’s over, circus man..." he said mockingly.
"You really should’ve prayed I didn’t get my mories back."
He raised a hand, and a faint wisp of black fla danced at his fingertips.
"But oh well..."
He flicked the fla toward the magician, his voice cold and final.
"You’re fucked now."
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