Sixth

Crown Reylin loved three things; flames, fireworks, and bombs. He didn't spare any of these against those who insulted him due to his family. No, Crown Reylin wasn't born in a poor family. He was born into an outstanding family with every descendant prevailing in their industry! But as the first immersive game appeared on the market, Crown Reylin stepped in... to enjoy more of his hobby!
Flames, fireworks, and bombs! Empresses, the kings and their princesses, and many more people will feel them!
It was Reylin's time!











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I like them big, do you?

"What will you prepare?" Lioness asked with her eyes ahead on the grassland.


The hero and the tank had been fighting here after their rest, and they were doing great as expected.


Reylin's black staff lent its mana, and Lioness was on guard for their mage.


Her eyes shifted to Reylin, who took out the ore, "I have Flame Artist Class."


His flames burst out of his palm, and it began licking the whole ore. Seeing how the iron ore melted under the ravenous fire, Lioness' eyes widened, and she looked at the skill with her interest piqued.


Reylin got a rough iron, "Since you shared your adventurer class, I will do the same."


"No. I am genuinely interested in what you can create out of it," Aria explained her emotions rippling in her eyes, "I guess you don't have any limitations, and you can work with any ore from the get-go."


Two statues