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**Chapter 1: Ogram's Disguise**
The icy wind of the Zerk Kingdom echoed through the imposing towers of the XCO School of Magic, a university that stood majestically, intertwined with the reality of the world of XCO and the parallel dimension of Zerk. West and east, two worlds divided by an invisible line, but connected by the core of magic.
Ogram, with his disheveled hair and piercing green eyes, was secluded in one of the university's dormitories, leafing through an ancient tome on sorcery. He was not the typical fortunate student, initiated into magic from birth. No, Ogram had gotten there by a path of shadows. Having grown up on the margins of society, as a street child without a family, he learned early on the harshness of life. Tired of the daily humiliations and prejudice that surrounded him, he made a decision that would change his destiny forever.
At just 13 years old, the orphan caught sight of his own reflection in the wreckage that surrounded him and knew he didn't want to be another victim of cruel circumstances. He craved power, the kind of power that the XCO Black School, the most prestigious and powerful magical university in both worlds, could grant him.
With a resolute mind and a heart filled with grim determination, Ogram did the unimaginable. At age 14, he kidnapped a school student, a young man named Leandro, whose only fault was being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Ogram took his victim to a secret cabin, a refuge he himself called home, and there, in an act of cruel premeditation, he took Leandro's life.
Years of life on the streets had taught him to leave no trace. He buried the student's body under cover of night and appropriated his uniform. Now dressed as a student at the prestigious university, Ogram entered the world of magic with a new identity, simmering in his chest the cruel goal of becoming the most powerful wizard in both worlds—at any and all costs.
The halls of the XCO School of Magic were filled with intrigue and competition. Ogram attended classes, learning spells and potions, improving with each incantation uttered. He knew that school was just the beginning of his journey to domination, a stage where he would need to be cunning to manipulate everyone and eliminate any obstacles.
In the silence of the dormitory, Ogram closed the book with a thud and contemplated the shadow that was projected on the wall, a shadow that stretched beyond his physical form, as if anticipating the power he was determined to possess.
The ghosts of his past might be lurking around every corner, ready to uncover his darkest secret, but Ogram wouldn't hesitate. He was ready to face anyone who dared cross his path, for within him burned the flame of immortal ambition: the New Order was just beginning.
**Chapter 2: The Competition of the Three Kingdoms**
The dawn colored the sky with hues of pink and orange as Ogram prepared for the once-in-a-decade competition: The Competition of the Three Kingdoms. The most promising mages from the worlds of XCO and Zerk gathered to witness and participate in the event that could define the future of magic in both domains.
The five opponents were formidable, each imbued with a unique talent that nature had bestowed: Khiccaal of the Fluorescent Forest, master of plant magics. Akass of the Desert of Mirrors, a summoner whose skill in illusions was unparalleled. Nivam of the Whispering Caves, who controlled shadows as extensions of his own body. Clukerr of the Smoking Volcano, known for his fiery manipulation capable of forging and crumbling into ash. And Chronium Radiantis, of the Crystal City, a monk whose mastery of time was revered.
Like a wolf in sheep's clothing, Ogram entered the arena built at the confluence of kingdoms, where the laws of nature converged and danced at the will of the competitors. Each was there for a purpose: they aspired to the title that bestowed honor and influence, almost unquestionable power in all magical spheres.
The competition had several stages, and the first was the Magical Trials. Ogram stood before the crowd, his eyes flashing with a mixture of audacity and a voracious hunger for power. While competitors launched their most complex spells and their most powerful invocations, Ogram focused on his hidden prowess, employing fluid and precise magic that mixed deception, dodging and attacking.
It was Ogram's turn to face Khiccaal. She summoned roots that writhed like serpents, seeking to trap him, but Ogram responded with a fire enchantment that turned the roots to ash before they could touch him. Akass tried to confuse him with mirrors of illusion, but Ogram saw beyond the veil of lies, breaking the spell with a mighty blow of truth.
Against Nivam, whose shadows enveloped his opponents in a lethal embrace, Ogram used a light spell to reveal Nivam's hidden weaknesses.
your opponent. Clukerr released blazing flames, but Ogram, invoking an absorption spell, turned the fire against the caster himself. Finally, against Chronium, Ogram faced the challenge of fighting time, using acceleration enchantments to unbalance the master monk of time.
The audience watched, mesmerized by the battles staged before them. Ogram's skill was clear; he was not a mere substitute. He possessed a mastery over magic that defied comprehension, even if the spectators knew the shadows that had brought him there, they could not deny his prowess.
At the end of the competition, while applause and exclamations reverberated throughout the arena, Ogram remained impassive, aware that each triumph brought him closer to his ultimate goal. He wasn't just there for recognition; he was there to prove to himself and the world that there would be no force capable of stopping his rise to power.
Now everyone held Ogram in high esteem, but the young wizard knew that the real game had barely begun. The New Order grew stronger with every step he took, and time would tell if Ogram would conquer the empire he so coveted, or if the weight of his dark past would finally come to light.
**Chapter 2: The Competition of the Three Kingdoms**
The dawn colored the sky with hues of pink and orange as Ogram prepared for the once-in-a-decade competition: The Competition of the Three Kingdoms. The most promising mages from the worlds of XCO and Zerk gathered to witness and participate in the event that could define the future of magic in both domains.
The five opponents were formidable, each imbued with a unique talent that nature had bestowed: Khiccaal of the Fluorescent Forest, master of plant magics. Akass of the Desert of Mirrors, a summoner whose skill in illusions was unparalleled. Nivam of the Whispering Caves, who controlled shadows as extensions of his own body. Clukerr of the Smoking Volcano, known for his fiery manipulation capable of forging and crumbling into ash. And Chronium Radiantis, of the Crystal City, a monk whose mastery of time was revered.
Like a wolf in sheep's clothing, Ogram entered the arena built at the confluence of kingdoms, where the laws of nature converged and danced at the will of the competitors. Each was there for a purpose: they aspired to the title that bestowed honor and influence, almost unquestionable power in all magical spheres.
The competition had several stages, and the first was the Magical Trials. Ogram stood before the crowd, his eyes flashing with a mixture of audacity and a voracious hunger for power. While competitors launched their most complex spells and their most powerful invocations, Ogram focused on his hidden prowess, employing fluid and precise magic that mixed deception, dodging and attacking.
It was Ogram's turn to face Khiccaal. She summoned roots that writhed like serpents, seeking to trap him, but Ogram responded with a fire enchantment that turned the roots to ash before they could touch him. Akass tried to confuse him with mirrors of illusion, but Ogram saw beyond the veil of lies, breaking the spell with a mighty blow of truth.
Against Nivam, whose shadows enveloped his opponents in a lethal embrace, Ogram used a light spell to reveal his opponent's hidden weaknesses. Clukerr released blazing flames, but Ogram, invoking an absorption spell, turned the fire against the caster himself. Finally, against Chronium, Ogram faced the challenge of fighting time, using acceleration enchantments to unbalance the master monk of time.
The audience watched, mesmerized by the battles staged before them. Ogram's skill was clear; he was not a mere substitute. He possessed a mastery over magic that defied comprehension, even if the spectators knew the shadows that had brought him there, they could not deny his prowess.
At the end of the competition, while applause and exclamations reverberated throughout the arena, Ogram remained impassive, aware that each triumph brought him closer to his ultimate goal. He wasn't just there for recognition; he was there to prove to himself and the world that there would be no force capable of stopping his rise to power.
Now everyone held Ogram in high esteem, but the young wizard knew that the real game had barely begun. The New Order grew stronger with every step he took, and time would tell if Ogram would conquer the empire he so coveted, or if the weight of his dark past would finally come to light.
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