The Overpowered Mage (Part 1)

A/: I want to redo this entire thing, so here is the reworked chapter.

"Where am I?"

He wondered to himself as he opened his eyes, surrounded by an unfamiliar environment.

An extremely dense forest with towering trees.

"How the hell did I get here?!"

All he knew was that he had been in his room, playing his favorite MMORPG, Historia Online... then suddenly, his vision faded...

"It doesn't make any sense!"

His eyes then fell on a large, clear puddle of water on the ground, where his reflection stared back at him.

"What the actual hell?!"

The face in the reflection was not his own but that of a man with incredibly sharp features—resembling a supermodel—paired with a lean, muscular body. He was dressed in layered blue robes, with a black cloak draped over his shoulders.

"Who the hell is this person?!"

Then, upon closer inspection, a sudden realization struck him.

"Wait a minute... I recognize this face!"

This was none other than the face of his game character, Ignos, which meant—

"I have become my game character!"

He began to dance with joy, he always wanted to get transmigrated as his game charcter in another world.

"This is the best birthday gift I could ever get!"

He then stopped dancing and thought about what he should do next.

"I should try some magic," he said, as according to the novels he had read, if one were to transmigrate into another world as their game character, then they would be able to use their powers as well.

Not to mention this character was an elemental sorcerer, which was one of the many advanced branches of the mage class.

An elemental sorcerer, access to four elements fire, water, wind and Earth, their sub elements, and two dual elements light and dark with their sub elements as well.

"How about wind based magic?"

Wind magic was a type of magic that was strong against earth-element monsters but weak to fire. At higher levels, one could cast immensely powerful spells capable of summoning a tornado or raining down thunderbolts like a storm.

"It would be a good idea to fly. Besides, I always wondered what it would be like to fly."

He steadied himself, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

"Let's do this... [Flight!]"

It was a low-level wind-based spell that could be learned at level 15, allowing the user to fly at the cost of 5 MP per minute. It was a highly useful spell, often utilized for surprise attacks by combining it with devastating AOE spells.

As the spell's name was invoked, his body began to levitate off the ground, trembling at first, though he quickly managed to regain his composure.

"Time to go!"

Without hesitation, he flew off in a random direction.

...

"I must say, this forest is extremely vast!"

The forest stretched endlessly like a sea of dark green, spanning far and wide.

"Time for another spell of mine—[High Speed!]"

It was a buff spell that doubled flying speed but also doubled MP consumption.

After flying for about fifteen minutes, he stopped mid-air as he reached a village.

It was a relatively small village, with about fifty huts. However, one thing immediately caught his attention.

"Is there some kind of festival going on here?"

He saw several people, split into two groups. One group consisted of seven individuals wearing black tunics and headbands, each bearing a symbol on the back of their tunic. They all carried swords. Among them was one man with a beard and mustache—his outfit was the same as the others but in a lighter shade. He had two swords sheathed on his back.

The other group consisted of normal-looking villagers, around a hundred of them.

There seemed to be some kind of discussion happening between them.

He quickly reached into a black space that appeared as if a black hole had formed—it was his player inventory. Without hesitation, he pulled out a small yellow potion bottle.

This was an enhanced potion, which, when consumed, heightened both hearing and vision. It was commonly used by players to spy on others or detect monsters that lacked protection against divination effects.

He swiftly uncorked the bottle, drank it, and tossed the empty bottle back into his player inventory.

"Mr. Su Lao, there is nothing we can do! There is no way we lowly villagers can gather 10,000 silver coins in a week, even if we sell ourselves!"

The one who said this was an old villager, his voice filled with distress as he pleaded with the bearded man.

"Stop with your excuses! You were given a generous week by our benevolent leader, Fu Zian, and yet you failed to produce a measly sum of 10,000 silver!"

"Please, try to understand our situation!"

"You dare argue with me? Who do you think you are?"

"No, no, no! I didn't mean it that way!"

"You think I'll let you off for this? I'll make sure every man in this village is slaughtered—old and young alike! As for your women, whether young or old, they will be taken!"

Su Lao raised his hand, and the men behind him followed suit, lifting their swords. The villagers trembled in fear, their faces frozen with terror.

"Shit! A massacre is about to happen right before my eyes! What should I do?"

He had the power to intervene and try to save the villagers, but doing so would put him in danger. He had no idea how strong these men were—there was a chance they were far more powerful than him. For all he knew, their strength could surpass the game's level cap of 150.

Honestly, the safest choice was to not interfere and simply fly away. But if he left, the women of the village would suffer a horrible fate. Considering how poorly women were treated back on Earth, he shuddered to think about their fate in a world that might not even have the concept of women's rights.

"I guess I have no choice. Running away might be the smart option, but abandoning these women to such a fate... I can't do that. I have to take action—for the mothers and daughters who are about to be defiled. Even if it kills me, it's a man's duty to protect women, even if it means sacrificing himself."

With that resolve, he quickly descended to the ground just as the men were about to strike down the villagers.

"Hold yourselves!"

He stood in front of the villagers, shielding them as they looked at him with curious eyes.

"Who are you? And where did you come from?!"

Su Lao drew his swords, pointing them at him.

"Listen, whatever is going on here, we can discuss and resolve it through peaceful talks. There's no need for unnecessary bloodshed, okay?"

"There will be bloodshed—yours included—for interfering in the work of the Demon Sect!"

"Demon... you guys are demons?"

In Historia Online, there were three playable races, one of which was demons. His character also belonged to the demon race.

"Well... no, not technically. But that's not the point! You're going to die along with these pathetic villagers!"

"Okay then, at least I tried."

He turned to the villagers.

"Stand back unless you want to get caught in the crossfire."

The villagers, without questioning their sudden savior, quickly stepped a few feet back.

"What are you morons waiting for?! Attack him!"

Su Lao commanded his men, and three of them charged at him with their swords.

What the...?

For some reason, the men appeared to be moving in slow motion.

Why are they moving so slowly...? What could this mean?

Whatever the reason, he wasn't about to let this opportunity go to waste.

He quickly drew his weapon from his player inventory—a jet-black staff with the ability to transform into a sword.

With a swift wave of his hand, he instantly sliced through the arms of the three attackers. Their severed limbs hit the ground, blood spraying and pooling beneath them.

He hadn't intended to kill them, but he made sure they would never be able to pick up a weapon again.

"My hands!"

"Aaaaaahhhh!!!"

"Somebody stop the bleeding!!! It hurts so much!!!"

The three men screamed in agony.

What the hell was that?!

Su Lao looked shocked, a drop of sweat rolling down his forehead.

I didn't even see him move... It was as if it happened in an instant... That shouldn't even be possible! I sense no cultivation from him, just like these pathetic villagers...

"All of you, attack now!"

At his command, the remaining men charged at Ignos.

"[Wind Cutter!]"

Ignos swung his sword, activating a level 100 wind-element spell. Sharp gusts of wind shot out, powerful enough to sever the limbs of up to a hundred targets. In an instant, the razor-like winds blew through the attackers, cutting off their arms and legs effortlessly.

Well, one thing is very clear—these guys are pathetically weak. I was worried for nothing. If I had to estimate their level, they're certainly below 10… That's for sure. Still, I need to be careful about him.

His gaze shifted to Su Lao, who was not in good shape. His expression was tense, his body stiff.

"To be able to slice down so many Silver-rank cultivators with such ease… You must be at least a high Gold-rank cultivator…"

"Cultivators...? You guys are farmers?"

What the actual hell? Since when did farmers start terrorizing people and engaging in mass murder?