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Armand Lefort, a 44-year-old man, leads a monotonous life in Paris, trapped in the routine of his office job. One day, as he waits for the subway, an unexpected accident transports him to another world, where he is reborn as Alaric. This medieval world, where swords and magic coexist, is inhabited by mages who can control only one element. But Alaric is different. He discovers he can control six elements: water, fire, earth, wind, light, and darkness.

Shunned for his unique nature, Alaric grows up in a peasant family, supported by parents who possess elemental powers of their own: his mother controls water, and his father commands the earth. As he develops his abilities, Alaric meets a mysterious girl, Lyra, who reveals his destiny: an ancient evil threatens the balance of the world, and Alaric may be the only one capable of stopping it.

Caught in a whirlwind of secrets, adventures, and battles, Alaric must learn to master his powers while uncovering his role in the looming conflict. Amid family bonds, betrayals, and self-discovery, he will face a fate far greater than that of a simple peasant.

the six arcana of the new world

Alaric stood at the edge of the forest, clutching a small wooden staff his father had given him. The quest was simple on paper: slay ten slimes and bring back their cores. Yet, as he ventured deeper into the woods, he realized it was more than a mere errand—it was his first step toward becoming a true adventurer.

The forest was alive with sound. Birds chirped in the trees, and the rustling of leaves echoed in the wind. Alaric felt a surge of determination as he spotted his first slime—a small, gelatinous creature wobbling near a stream.

Raising his hand, Alaric focused on his mana. The elements stirred within him, and with effort, he summoned a small jet of water. It hit the slime directly, causing it to dissolve into a puddle, leaving behind a glowing core. He picked it up and smiled.

"One down, nine to go," he muttered.

With each slime he defeated, Alaric grew more adept at controlling his powers. He experimented with combining water and wind, creating sharp jets of mist that cut through the slimes effortlessly. Despite his progress, he reminded himself to stay vigilant—this forest held more than just harmless creatures.

Just as he collected the last slime core, Alaric froze. An ominous aura filled the air, and the surrounding noises fell silent. His mind raced back to the guild lady's warning. "Some adventurers claim to have seen a Fenrir at the edge of the forest. Be cautious, boy."

A low growl rumbled through the trees. Alaric turned just in time to see a massive Fenrir leap toward him, its fangs bared. He threw himself to the side, narrowly avoiding the beast's claws, but its paw grazed his cheek, leaving a burning gash.

Fear gripped him, but alongside it came a strange thrill. His heart pounded as the Fenrir circled him, its silver fur shimmering in the dim light.

The Fenrir lunged again, and Alaric barely managed to conjure a wall of earth to block its path. He was outmatched. The creature's speed and power far exceeded anything he'd faced. As the Fenrir prepared for another strike, a sudden vision flashed through Alaric's mind—a swirling vortex of fire and water.

Instinctively, he combined the two elements, creating a bolt of violet lightning. It crackled through the air and struck the Fenrir directly, leaving it howling in pain. The beast staggered, its fur singed, before collapsing onto the ground.

Breathing heavily, Alaric dropped to his knees, relief washing over him. "I did it…" he whispered.

But his relief was short-lived. The Fenrir stirred, its glowing eyes locking onto him. With one last burst of strength, it lunged, its claws tearing into Alaric's side.

Pain surged through his body as he collapsed, his vision blurring. Darkness began to creep in when suddenly, a glowing window appeared before him.

Do you wish to become stronger?

The words burned into his mind. Alaric, trembling and on the brink of death, managed to nod.

The window vanished, and a surge of warmth enveloped him. He felt his body begin to change, his wounds knitting themselves together as power flooded his veins. His eyes opened, burning with determination.

Chapter 7: The First Hunt