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

A fair-haired adolescent boy, approximately 15 years of age, casually strolled along the bustling thoroughfare, eventually reaching a shop called 'Myriad Smith.' Clad in an ordinary linen garment, he wrapped a black cloth around his head, exuding the appearance of an average youth commonly encountered in both the Western and Eastern Borough.

He shouldered a worn leather satchel at that moment, displaying signs of fatigue and weariness.

Noticing his arrival, a brawny-looking male shopkeeper sized him up and down and asked in a rough voice.

"What do you want, lad? If you aren't here to buy anything, scram." His tone was harsh.

"I'm here to sell," Charles said without minding his cold look and calmly took out a 15 cm long blackish tooth.

"Hmm? A Magic Beast's tooth? Dread Marauder's tooth? It is also a mature one." The shopkeeper inspected the tooth in mere seconds and hurriedly invited him into the shop.

Baron Cedric