In a world where mysticism and steam industry coexist, cursed objects, the Reception Bureau, and Evil God fanatics...
That year, the King was bedridden with illness, the successor was inexperienced, and power slipped away, leaving the empire teetering.
That year, external forces gathered around the empire, and foreign civilizations eyed it covetously.
That year, the prophet delivered a prophecy that the era of civilization was nearing its end.
That year, Ethan arrived at a small town on the outskirts of the imperial capital. To survive in this perilous era, he began practicing Fireball Skill.

Years later, Ethan looked at the meteor falling from the clouds and realized there was a problem.

The beginner Magic he learned seemed a bit off.

Although Ethan didn't say it outright this time, Lindong could tell he was digging a hole, a trap set against Aisoke, a scheme more complex than simply assassinating with Elemental Magic.


Her heart was pounding, and she couldn't help but ask, "What's the next step in the plan?"


Lindong suddenly realized that this student of hers had long surpassed the role of a mere pupil; he was a reliable and trustworthy companion in the truest sense.


Once again, she couldn't keep up with Ethan's far-fetched thinking.


"Perhaps soon the division will face a containment breach event."


Chapter 116 - Chapter 115: Salute to the Birth of the Octopus Face