Ayazia27

Thousands of years ago, The Magus Games were founded, and every young magus from various academies was forced to participate in deadly battles, throwing them into the arena of slaughter. Two kingdoms that stood on a large and ancient continent, it is said that the Gropus Continent was a lost continent called the Blue Continent. But it disappeared without a trace, just a legend passed down from generation to generation.

The Magus Games were born from the games of the past that continue to exist in the present and the future. I don't know who started it. Such a terrible game that throws the young Magus into the arena of slaughter. Survive while slaughtering each other and facing something terrible just to achieve victory.

Morgan Agathias, could that be his name, or is there another name hidden behind a mystery?

Morgan lives in a poor neighborhood in a disadvantaged area. Discrimination and injustice made Morgan want to become the strongest magus and turn his kingdom and birthplace into a peaceful place.

Armed with a genius brain and boundless spirit magic power, but not enough to overcome his weaknesses. Just practicing is not enough, let alone facing the strongest enemies that await him in the future.

No one knows what secrets lie within. Morgan will find out, and he will be caught in a vortex of vengeance that has existed for thousands of years.

The Magus Games

With the bird drone as the point where we will go, Finral opens a portal hole to take us to the Mist Forest region in no time. No need to walk for hours or up to days which will take time to be wasted.

We found a bright spot for the existence of the dungeon, in the Forest of Mist. We emerge from the portal holes one by one, followed by Finral who is the last to leave.

Like two completely different worlds. We entered the Mist Forest, the fog was thick inside. Besides, I don't feel any wind, the trees here don't move at all, calm and still. Unlike when I and the others were still outside the Forest of Mist area, I could still feel the cool breeze and air, indicating the presence of life. Within this dense fog, there was no life.

Chapter 85 Mist Forest