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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?

By the time Dean Bruce emerged from the innkeeper's room, the sky had already darkened, and a faint smile played across his lips.

Though he still hadn't uncovered the innkeeper's true identity, the information she provided confirmed one thing—something had gone terribly wrong with the powerful figures meant to protect the imperial capital.

Considering the fact that those individuals were at least at the level of grand archmages, the issue they were facing was certainly significant.

However, as long as he could establish contact with them and resolve their situation, the mysteries surrounding the capital would begin to unravel.

[I'll have to wait for now. When they make their next move, that's when their weaknesses will be exposed.]

Dean Bruce thought with a sigh, returning to his room.

Inside, Apollon Joy was huddled in a corner, watched over like a prisoner. His brother's body remained limp and motionless on the bed, showing no sign of life.

Chapter 136: Another Puppet, A Trap?