Flying White Egrets

"Grant me infinite knowledge, and I shall be as a fulcrum, to move the endless world!"
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Sorcerer Continent—a world where sorcerers exist. Wielders of arcane knowledge. Masters of all elements. Sovereigns of space and time. These sorcerers governed the world with their unrivaled prowess. One day, a young man awakened into this world with his past forgotten and no place to call home. Follow along as Grimm, by relying on his luck and wit, tries to survive and advance in this unforgiving world. Entangled within the machinations of fate, political schemes, power struggles, and wars, he forges his own path and creates a place for himself.

Zayn_

EndlessFantasy Translation 

A Sorcerer's Journey

John_Cui

_Lunaelle

"Master, have a good trip! I'll be right here waiting for you! Caw! Caw!" The Myna's cynical laugh echoed from afar.


Grimm paid no heed. He was trying to keep his Amonro body under control. His slightly plump body flew up slowly. His nose would sometimes let out a grunting voice. His short limbs and hooves were absolutely adorable. The long golden tail spine looked unnecessarily out of place.


The wall of flesh around the Camphoragate passageway was squirming non-stop. There were faint sounds of fluids flowing.


Grimm's Amonro body passed through the layer of flesh swimmingly with the aid of the Camphoragate Traveling Potion. His golden tail spine looked like a crocodile's tail when it's swimming; whipping about from left to right, pushing his body forward quickly.


Grimm was surveying both sides through his watery, shimmering little eyes. They were very adept.


Judging from the looks of it, the creature known as Amonro could make a good pet.


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