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

His clone lounged on a Lawson sofa, a glass of alcohol in hand. Charles barely spared him a glance before shifting focus to the other man seated across.

The middle-aged man looked to be around fifty, with a large frame, lightly wrinkled face, and thin spectacles. Long brown hair framed his stern features. His amber eyes glinted with restrained power.

He wore a brown frock coat over a crisp white shirt, a bowler hat, and black gloves. Everything about him screamed control and calculation.

"Runeth?" Charles's eyes sparkled with recognition. "No wonder I couldn't see who he was talking to."

Runeth rose and approached, eyes appraising.

"You've grown stronger since we last met," he said. "Far too fast, actually. I received your 'Will' from that Zephyr lad a month ago and came here right away. But all I found was your clone. He told me you'd entered the Star Tombs."

He paused, voice shifting to a solemn note.

Shepherd