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After crossing over into a world of magic, Dean Bruce was mistaken for a powerful sorcerer. Though he initially intended to sternly refuse the beautiful woman’s request to become her mentor, she offered him far too much to say no!
Completely clueless about magic, Dean Bruce had no choice but to make up spells on the spot. However, when he saw the astonishing power unleashed by the beautiful woman after chanting his random incantations, he was stunned.
The spells he had carelessly invented… could they really comprehend magic and even forbidden spells?
As Dean Bruce ascended to the pinnacle of magical prowess and became the Archmage, he candidly answered a reporter's question during an interview with the Alliance: "I never understood magic. I just made up a few incantations, that's all."
People were in awe of him—this, they believed, was the true humility of a Grand Archmage!

I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

Hearing the sound of flapping wings, both Dean·Bruce and Nicholas·William showed expressions of shock.

From the shattered skull emerged dozens of insect-like creatures, their bodies larger than fireflies, glowing brilliantly as they rapidly dispersed in all directions.

A few of these insects even burrowed into the corpses lying nearby.

Crisp snapping sounds echoed as the lifeless eyes of the corpses lit up, and they began to rise, just like the initial body had.

However, compared to the first corpse, their movements were much slower, reminiscent of the zombies Dean·Bruce had seen in his previous life. They moved lethargically, yet the power within them was alarming.

"The disaster you mentioned is likely not dead yet!"

Dean·Bruce shot a glance at Nicholas·William, clenching his fists, which sparked with electric light.

Chapter 111: The Blood of the Cursed Dragon