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 736: The Woman with a Blade

At the same time, an eerie silence fell over the smokehouse. The women huddled in the corners, covering themselves with torn blankets. The bodies of Targa's men lay motionless on the floor, blood soaking into the wooden boards.

Targa, still pinned to the bed, winced as Edith twisted the blade slightly. His breath came in gasps.

"Speak," she said. Her voice was soft but cold. "How many more leaders rule this slum?"

Targa clenched his jaw, trying to act tough, but her calm stare made his skin crawl.

Damn it! Who is she? She killed my men mercilessly! Should I tell the truth or find a way to escape? Multiple thoughts raced through his mind in an instant.

"…Five," he finally muttered. "Five more."