Lyle raised an eyebrow in mild surprise as he saw how far the wave of darkness had spread. Then he cracked a grin.
Thud!
With a stomp of his foot, Lyle disappeared from where he stood, reappearing a split second later right in front of the petrifying lizard that had just attacked one of his Flame Archangels.
He swung his iron sword in a clean arc—straight at the lizard's ...
This feeling…
Lyle's gaze sharpened as he stared into the valley below. Deep within his body, the power of the curse stirred restlessly.
"We're finally here. We've finally arrived!"
Doken stood on the cliff's edge, clutching the outstretched branch of a dense tree as he peered into the seemingly bottomless gorge below. His eyes were a swirling mix of excitement and unease...
The flames crackled and danced gently in the night, casting flickering shadows in the darkness.
Doken stirred, waking with a start. His eyes darted around in confusion until they settled on the campfire. For a moment, he looked lost.
Then the memories rushed back. He quickly raised his head and stared warily at the human sitting across from him, who smiled calmly in return.
The moment Lyle saw the information about the spell Shrink, his eyes lit up.
A maximum of +100 Agility?
That wasn't just a minor boost—this was monstrous.
To put things in perspective, his current Agility stat was only 113. If he used this skill, he'd essentially double his speed. Even in the later stages of progression, a flat increase of 100 points was no small matter.<...
The wave of cursed energy unleashed by the spell "Dark Wave" was more than just a spooky show. It carried two nasty side effects: Fear and Weakness Curse.
Together, they formed a status debuff so powerful it practically glued the target to the ground. That’s exactly why the petrifying lizard was standing there like a poorly carved statue.
“No curse resistance, huh?”
L...
"SCREEEECH!"
The monster let out an ear-piercing roar as its massive head was slammed into the earth by a single blow. Its lower body twisted violently, its long, rough green tail snapping out like a whip.
Whoosh!
The air cracked as the tail lashed toward the newly summoned giant angel with explosive force.
The angel didn't flinch.
It calmly raised its left ar...
Granger Residence.
As Ino slowly plucked the strings of the harp, the soft melody faded into silence—he spoke no more.
This time, he had decided to personally seek out the heterochromatic-eyed Seer imprisoned in the tower, hoping to uncover the final resting place of Voldemort's last Horcrux.
Unlike himself—a knockoff diviner who relied on dice to guess outcomes—the S...
Time can be strange—it has no clear shape, no fixed form.
Eighteen months… long enough for a fledgling to become a swan.
And long enough for shadows to creep back into England's wizarding world.
…
The Lestrange Estate.
In an ornate yet slightly faded parlor, heavy with age and history.
Around a long, oval table sat over twenty individuals—packed...
Closing the book in his hands and returning it to Professor Hans, Ino fell into deep thought.
There was no question about it: the miracle he had experienced was thanks to Hans.
By all accounts, he should have continued journeying through various fairytales. But then… something changed.
From the moment he left Old John's quiet town just before the start of his first school...
Winter had crept in quietly.
The once shimmering, rippling surface of the river now slumbered beneath a thick sheet of snow and ice.
…
By the riverbank, nestled in a hollow tree sheltered from the wind—
A tiny otter wriggled its way under the wing of a black swan.
The downy feathers—real, luxurious, and velvet-soft—made the little otter half-close her ...
Night had fallen.
A luminous full moon hung high above the treetops, casting a gentle glow that bathed the world in silver. The river, still and glassy, shimmered like it had been draped in a veil of light gauze—dreamy and mysterious.
A cool breeze swept past, carrying with it a crisp freshness and a faint fragrance.
The scent of reeds mingled with hints of burdock, morni...
"If I were you, Miss Otter, I wouldn't be so dramatic."
High in the air, the swallow's voice rang out—clear and crisp as ever.
Hermione sat cross-legged atop the flying carpet, staring silently at her two silver-gray paws. For a long moment, she didn't know what to say.
She knew what an otter was. She'd seen one at the London Aquarium—adorable, yes, but that didn't mean...
Lyle didn’t hesitate when he saw Leinas’s current condition. He quickly uncorked a vial of regeneration potion and poured its contents directly onto her rotting cheek.
Ssss—
The sizzling sound of necrotic flesh reacting with the potion filled the air, and Leinas let out a low groan of pain.
Thankfully, the spread of corruption across her face was temporarily halted.
“Roar!”
The Dreadmaw of the Mire shook off the muck coating its body. Its two massive, fist-sized eyes gleamed with cruelty as it locked onto Lyle and Leinas. With a thunderous roar, it lunged forward, jaws agape.
Boom!
The unscathed Flame Archangel soared in, its blazing sword cleaving down with full force toward the monster’s head.
Yet—
The Dreadmaw,...
Thick with weeds and shadowed by a hazy lavender sky, the swamp stretched endlessly in all directions.
Leinas clung tightly to a groove in the armor of the Flame Archangel with her left hand. Her right hand gripped a black spear slung over her back, her expression tense as her eyes swept the landscape below.
She knew better than anyone in the entire Rockbruise territory just how d...
Lyle descended the staircase, calmly adjusting the sofa that had been knocked askew during the earlier commotion. As he sat down, his gaze drifted to the pouch on Leinas' hip.
A magic pouch, huh?
He’d noticed before that Leinas had drawn her long spear from that very pouch—clearly a magical item designed for storage. A fairly rare and expensive one at that.
Given her ba...
Two Options?
Leinas trembled slightly, her expression one of disbelief.
She had hoped the alchemist before her might find a way to lift her curse, yes—but even so, she didn’t expect results after just one night.
“If you can really lift the curse on my face,” Leinas said seriously, stepping forward, “I’m willing to pay any price I can afford.”
A soft chu...
The class information for [Cursed Knight] was so impressive that Lyle couldn't help but read it several times over.
This is powerful. Insanely powerful!
Just from reading the description, Lyle could tell how strong the class was.
He had known that even among classes of the same tier, there were differences in power. But he hadn't expected the gap to be this wide. Up until n...
As Imina's figure vanished into the distance, Leinas's deep blue eyes finally softened. She stepped forward, her gaze carrying a fragile glimmer of hope.
"I've heard that the miraculous alchemical potions you craft… have the ability to heal even the most grievous of wounds."
Her voice trembled slightly—barely noticeable, yet telling.
Ever since she had been afflicted by...
Maybe it was the shock of suddenly being brought back to life—or maybe it was the sugar—but after a brief adjustment period and munching down several pieces of candy, Hermione finally calmed down. Her earlier fluster had melted away, leaving her much more at ease.
Down by the shoreline, the golden sand sparkled under the sun, as breathtaking as ever.
Hermione had rolled up her...
If you were to ask what magic truly is—
Perhaps no one could give you a definite answer.
But if you asked what magic can do, then the answers would be as countless and varied as the stars in the sky.
Maybe it's transfiguration by will, or apparating across continents, or soaring freely on a broomstick…
But no matter how wondrous the answer, it never includes one ...
The seaside was breathtakingly beautiful. Endless golden sands stretched along the coastline, with fine, soft grains glistening under the sun's warm gaze.
Waves lapped against the shore, creating a steady, rhythmic sound, like the sea whispering secrets to the coastal city.
In the distance, the sea and sky melded into one.
The azure sky and the deep blue ocean intertwined s...
Far from the British mainland, out across the vast, sapphire-blue sea, lay a craggy little island—one seemingly forgotten by time itself.
The island wasn't large, but its skies were eternally cloaked in thick, menacing clouds, a place where sunlight dared not tread.
The leaden sky hung low, smothered by dense layers of stormy gray. Every ray of light was smothered beneath the op...
Thick, shadowy fog from the Boggart curled around the hospital room, cloaking everything in a murky haze.
Inside the room, Hermione lowered her head slightly when she heard the term "Blood Pact."
Especially after learning that the pact was forged through both blood and emotional ties—her cheeks flushed a pale pink.
Granted, ghosts couldn't technically blush, but embarrass...
Imina’s hands tightened around the twin daggers at her waist. Sweat beaded in her palms, and for the first time in a long while, her usually sharp face showed a deep, solemn tension.
The air was heavy.
“You seriously plan to fight four of them alone?” Lyle’s calm voice sounded behind her.
“If you’re not planning to run, that’d be ideal,” Imina replied, her e...
"Who's that?"
"That crest on the carriage... that's the insignia of House Beraunbella!"
"A count?!"
Gasps rippled through the gathered crowd.
Since the rise of the Bloody Emperor, a great number of nobles had been purged. Those who remained were either extremely lucky—or dangerously powerful. And unlike in the Re-Estize Kingdom, noble titles here carried real weigh...
To confirm his suspicions, Lyle had Freianne cast the Object Locator spell again.
The result?
Freianne looked completely lost, utterly bewildered by the lack of feedback. She even began to doubt her own proficiency with the spell, wondering if she'd somehow botched it.
But Lyle, watching the notification flicker on his status panel, knew otherwise. The spell hadn't failed d...
Arche clutched her iron staff tightly as she sat down, a little stiff and clearly uneasy.
"Would you like something to drink?" Lyle asked with a calm and pleasant smile.
"Anything is fine," Arche replied quickly, sitting with perfect posture.
"In that case, let's go with two red teas," Lyle nodded to the nearby attendant, noticing how tense she seemed.
This short-hai...
Ka-chunk!
The heavy, dark brown double doors groaned open, each panel carved with intricate floral designs that Lyle didn't recognize. Judging from their prominence and craftsmanship, they likely represented the crest of the minor noble family that had once owned this estate.
Expensive craftsmanship—no question about it.
And yet…
The sharp squeal of leather hinge...
After Imina left, Lyle remained seated on the stone bench.
From inside his robe, he drew out a vial of deep, sapphire-blue alchemical liquid. Unlike the diluted ones sold in the marketplace, this potion was the real deal.
The ones Imirna sold were a paler blue, with a faint metallic tang and a subtle whiff of blood—heavily watered down to suit common folk.
Then again, fla...