Ak02

John Browning, a former underworld assassin, went to his friend Angele's wedding party but ended up meeting his former colleagues. Before he could think that the whole wedding ceremony was a setup to catch him, he felt dizzy all of a sudden!

At that moment, he knew that his lifelong friend had already betrayed him and sold him out. John was humiliated in front of hundreds of people and was forced to kneel in front of Thomas, the underworld assassin organization leader.

Within a few minutes, they beat him brutally, dragged him to some underground basement, and then locked him in a gloomy room. 

John felt bitter when thinking about his friend's betrayal. He laid on the cold floor for two days and died miserably. But his story didn't end there.
…
In a world filled with magic and mystic powers, John Browning woke up in an 18-year-old boy's body. Before he could open his eyes and see his current situation, he felt someone was dragging his body.

'How am I still alive?' He got puzzled inside.

But after a few seconds, John learned from the young boy's remanent memories that he was transmigrated to a mystical fantasy game-like world filled with magic and mystic powers!

[Author's Note: The Mc will take some time to walk on the path of a fire mage due to less information about the world. So, don't get mad at me guys. If you feel anything wrong with the story, feel free to give me a review or comment. I will try my best and correct it. Have a happy reading!]
...
If someone wants to contact me, you can send a request to my Instagram account or just send a mail.
Contact via: akauthor02@gmail.com
Discord: https: https://discord.gg/mYwPPbs6
Instagram Id: https://www.instagram.com/akauthor02/?hl=en
Cover Pic credit: RafaelMousob

Fire Mage

Airport, Underground District, Miracle City.

At that moment, a young man in his twenties suddenly appeared at the Airport's entrance gate and adjusted his blower hat.

He had black hair, wide-set emerald eyes, and a hook mustache. He wore a double-breasted waistcoat, pince-nez glasses, and held a unique long sword.

After adjusting his hat, he calmly looked at the surroundings and zeroed his gaze on the burning interior.

"What a mess." He muttered out loud.

Although the defensive array mechanism had put out most of the fire, tables, chairs, and trolleys that appeared at the Luggage counter were still burning.

Panic cries, screams, and shouts still resounded everywhere.

At that moment, a few people in black uniforms walked from the other side and arrived near him. They all held weapons in their hands and appeared well-organized.

Noel