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

"You scoundrel sorcerer, I've finally caught you again."


"Oh, so it's you, you bastard Molten Lord."


Every time he passed through the underground maze of molten layers, Ivan would encounter the Molten Lord. He began to suspect whether he was being tracked by some secret spell.


Coincidentally, on his return to Vermilion Bird Valley, he once again ran into a Molten Lord, and it was an 'old acquaintance'.


In the blink of an eye, two distinct giants emerged from the scorching magma.


One was made of golden lava, towering over sixty meters high.


The other, formed from crimson flames, was less than half the height of the other but wore a grand robe of fire, appearing much more agile and elegant.


The two exchanged blows with punches and palms, the reverberations from their clashes causing the surrounding magma to churn violently.


"Scoundrel, fight me fair and square if you dare."


Chapter 566 Elemental True Patterns