Toward a Piece of Writing

[Linguistics Skill: Lv0 (7/10)]
[Apothecary Skill: Lv1 (15/100)]
[Knight Breathing Skill: Lv2 (36/200)]
[Knight Breathing Skill Experience Point +1]
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In the year 3077 of the Berta calendar, during the era of confusion before wizards had reached the throne, he brought them 'Straight A Student Panel.' He stepped into the sorcerer world, perfected sorcerer knowledge, like a bright moon dispelling the mists of the era.
He was Ivan Marichardon, a pioneer of knowledge, he blazed trails for the way of the sorcerer.

Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy

Inside the Black God Abyss, Ivan and his four companions made their way downward.


The entire gorge seemed like an endless abyss, its bottom forever out of reach. The deeper they went, the thicker and stickier the black mist became, along with the eerie chirping of insects coming from all directions.


The insect noises were omnipresent, bothering both the swamp ant and Korram.


Seeing this, Ivan immediately issued an order, instructing the two to not follow too closely, but to slowly provide support from behind.


Shortly after, a figure emerged from the sticky black mist; it was the gaunt man wearing black and red armor.


Unlike the previous phantoms, this one was a genuine forceful apparition, distinctly different in aura, wielding a long whip in his hand, his gaze still ferocious.


"Human, I ask you once more, are you willing to submit to my authority?"


"Enough with the nonsense," Ivan replied coldly.


Chapter 519: Strike Directly at the Heart