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.
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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!]
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Fire Mage

Chapter 608: Fortune Hidden in the Disasters

While cloaked in darkness, the strange figure appeared more like a skeleton and held a strange scythe. Its skeletal frame was visible through the tattered robes that draped around it. The robe was black as night, seemingly absorbing all light that dared to touch its fabric, giving the being an ethereal and otherworldly presence.

'Grim Reaper?!' Charles's face stiffened. It was the first time he had seen such a being roaming in the Astral Realm, and was deeply startled.

The Reaper's hood obscured its face, leaving only a void of darkness where the featured should be. Within the depths of the hood, two glimmering pinpricks of light, like cold stars, burned with an icy intensity. These eyes held mystery as if they had witnessed the passing of countless souls throughout the ages.