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

Charles ascended from the comfortable sofa and walked toward the second floor, guided by the bifurcated staircase. The steps beneath his feet echoed through the empty corridor as he approached the entrance of the vast hall that housed the library.

An awe-inspiring sight greeted him as he pushed open the heavy wooden doors. The large hall stretched before him, adorned with row upon row of towering shelves, each meticulously lined with books. The shelves seemed to reach towards the tall ceiling, their contents beckoning with whispers of knowledge and adventure.

The room was illuminated by a soft, warm light that filtered through the tall windows, glowing gently on the library's treasure trove. The air carried a faint scent of aged paper and ink, creating an ambiance that only a library can provide—a sanctuary where the past intertwines with the present.

Library [Bonus chapter]