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In the Slonia Empire Mages reigned supreme. They are nobles who monopolized and controlled their knowledge and wisdom in the world where Arcane Energy riddled every nook and cranny from easily going out or leaked to the commoners and peasants.

Darius, an orphan from the most remote village in the Northean Kingdom, had the highest Magic Aptitude. But of course, he was oblivious to this fact since surviving the all-year-long winter was harsh enough for him, let alone learning the magic that would bring nothing to the dining table for his little brothers and sisters in the orphanage.

Until one day he met with an old man who gave him the… Arcanium System which would change his fate and the entire world altogether.

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[Checking connection with the host.]

[Synchronizing Host’s information, please wait…]

[Updating Host’s information]
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[Downloading the universe’s data]
[Download completed]

[The Arcanium System has been installed successfully!]

[System: All green]

[Arcanium System: Linked]

[Good morning, Master Darius]

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“Nobles? Do you mean those fat-bellied pigs?! I can beat them with the tip of my nail.”

“Hah! Such arrogance. You must have eons worth of knowledge in your Magic Circuit. How old are you again?”

“18!”

“What the…”

*Will the Slonia Empire be all right with the existence of this young man?*

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Omnipotent Village Chief

On the way to the outpost, Garm reported to Darius that Paul and his men asked him for permission to harvest the forest and built an outpost in order to provide a shelter for the lumberjacks.

Garm thought Darius would be displeased by his and Paul's self conduct and acted on their own. However, Darius' response was calm and collected. He admitted that the mistake was on him.

"Apologies, I should have paid more attention to my subjects' well-being. Thank you for listening to their plea and allowing them to harvest the woods, Garm."

The young alpha wolf growled gently. "Don't fret it."

Afterward, Garm hastened the pace of the caravan by urging the horses to run from behind. By the evening, the caravan had finally seen the wooden structure of the outpost in the distance.

110: The Outpost