Kingficher

Oscar, a destitute young boy, died in a tragic accident and was reborn in the forgotten realm. As a member of the lowly Birch tribe, his solace comes from the fragments of a guardian's spirit, residing in his soul. After the decimation of his family in the hands of a powerful race known as the dreads, he embarked on the part of revenge, leading him to the path of transcendence.

The Arcane God

Do we have to run like this every morning? Oscar thought before joining the running team.

Seeing Oscar coming over, Zachar quickly met him halfway and asked. "Oxcar, why did you have to get up so early?"

"Is it that early? Well, I get up every day at the first light of the dawn. I've already formed this habit." Oscar answered, but couldn't help asking. "By the way, didn't the three of you practice magic during the night, and harness ether later in the morning? Then why did you come out here at this time?"

"Hey, Oxcar." Zachar couldn't help but smile mysteriously. Then he pointed at Lester, and said. "We are here to watch him. Believe it or not, he always feels sleepy during his morning practice. It was a funny sight to behold."

Hearing this, Lester turned around and glared at Zachar, but didn't say anything. He just accelerated and ran forward.

The Basis of Refinement