tremors

Everything was submerged, water was pouring in through the cracks in the hall doors already reaching the ceiling.

It was then that he heard a bang

-!!!!!

The water then started to decrease in level and then becoming steam, the tempera region was rising.

He didn't understand what was happening, but he had an idea of ​​why the changes were happening.

Magic, whatever the reason for this fight, someone powerful was using enough magic to flood an entire plain.

From time to time it was possible to feel tremors and some rhythmic pops.

The hall remained standing regardless of external phenomena, even with a few cracks here and there, the few parts that actually broke soon returned to its original place and repaired itself as if nothing had happened.

The roars outside were getting louder and more frequent as time went on, the culprits were getting closer.

But then... silence.

Which obviously didn't last long.

-!!!!!

Another thunderous roar, probably a monster. The roar was so powerful that pieces of the ceiling fell like that.

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The fight continued, the monsters continued to fight no matter how much time passed. The boy wasn't used to it, no matter how strong a monster or mage is, he should eat and sleep, but these monsters don't, if the day count was right it's been thirty-seven days and thirty-six nights since the beginning of the tremors.

The boy was already fed up with this fight, so he did the only thing he could, went to the other world.

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Upon entering he had a jaw-dropping view, the little house had changed, it was no longer something simple and small but a big mansion, there was no other definition for the house.

It was gigantic at over seven thousand square meters, made entirely of white stone.

When he entered the house he was fascinated, the architecture was peculiar, geometric shapes overlapping each other, as he approached the walls he saw something he was missing, books, the depressions in the walls served as a fitting for them, it was the same for the various pillars that ruled everywhere.

Searching from door to door he had already understood what was to come.

Every room without exception had books, each room with its theme and theme. In the furnace room all the books taught about metallurgy, in the open target room they taught archery, not about swords and drills it was fencing, and so on.

In total there were more than forty rooms with some repeating themes, what excited him most was of course magic.

Strange theories and methods of using certain spells, as well as rituals for enchanting or summoning beings from other planes.

He couldn't help but be excited, especially with the monstrosities that fought close to him in the material world. Magic to make earthquakes or flood entire plains.

But soon his mood cooled, he knew it wouldn't be so easy, other monsters would show up again, and this time it wouldn't be a "simple" wolf. In the last attack he had only a few basic spells from the first to third circle and two from the fourth circle, but now the books indicated that there was magic up to the eighth circle.

Whatever comes this time he wouldn't run away and fight so defensively, he would go head-on against the next enemy and win, he would learn everything he had to learn, not just read like last time.

Looking in a certain direction the boy could feel, "he" was watching him, even with the walls between them, "he" knew the boy was there and knew of the changes that had taken place in the place.

[Monsters get stronger as time goes by and evolve, you're not the only one who will get stronger, I don't care what you become your shit wolf! I'll kill you!]

Taking a deep breath the boy turned and went to one of the magic rooms, he would learn everything from the beginning, he would fortify his foundations and grow strong so that nothing defeated him in a head-on combat.

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Upon reaching the room he opened a small glass cabinet and took the book < Apprentice Wizard #1 > and sat on the floor.

The book explained the basics being the magic circles in the hearts of wizards. The more circles, the more powerful the mage is going from the first to the ninth circle. But with an emphasis on the fifth circle, which is dubbed the Maturity Circle.

Upon obtaining the Maturity Circle, a person gains a mark called 'Stigma' and a unique ability that can reflect their objective, character or lineage, having no limitation on how comprehensive they are. And finally becoming able to use the mana interface.

Of course, this is where another method of identifying the Five Children appears. The marks are always black and have varied shapes, with the exception of the children who have varied colors, which cover entire limbs and their Children's abilities are also unusually more powerful.

[Mana interface, the ability to see all of the person's values ​​as well as use abilities according to the average of the species when concentrating mana on your Stigma]

{Skill... imagine what I'll have when I get to that point}

With that thought the boy dropped the book and took a moment to absorb what he had read, no matter how many times he read it, the idea of ​​awakening a skill always cheered him up.

When he got up to put the book in place he felt something strange, a sudden dizziness, and a burning sensation in his body, it wasn't something unbearable, but something like an itch that bothered him, that's when he noticed, letters forming in front of him made of fog, gradually completing an absurd text.

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Name: Alrus

Breed: ??? (body of mana)

Age: -99 years old

Development stage: Training

Strength: Error: No peers for comparison, matching closest dominant race

Strength: 0.3(F)

Speed: no peers for comparison, matching closest dominant race

Speed: 0.6 (F)

Mana regeneration: no peers for comparison, matching closest dominant race

Mana regeneration: 500 (S)

Stigma: Head (currently disembodied)

Skill: Will (D)

- Influence the mana at will

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[What the hell is that?!]

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