“Run... faster... faster.”In the magical beast forest, a group of mercenaries frantically fled through the woods. Each of them was covered in injuries, but no one dared to stop. They knew that the moment their legs stopped, "Death" would come to claim their lives."Death" was a mysterious assassin organization that had emerged over the past year. They never accepted commissions and never killed innocents. They only targeted sinful mercenaries, wanted criminals, bandits... However, every time "Death" acted, they were ruthless, leaving no survivors. As a result, no one had ever seen their true faces. After each mission, the assassins would leave behind the word "Death," so everyone referred to them by that name. No one knew if "Death" was a single individual or an organization; all the information was passed around by word of mouth from mercenaries.“Have you run enough yet?”Suddenly, a voice appeared ahead, stopping the mercenarie
In the outskirts of Muchen, the spring rains bring vitality to the sprawling grasslands. Stretching to the horizon is a lush green expanse of fresh grass, with sunlight gently filtering through a thin mist, creating a stunning seven-colored rainbow, making the scene appear like a magical paradise.Scattered across the vast plains, amidst small patches of forest, are various villages, with smoke lazily rising from the chimneys under the soft morning light. The village of Ionia also lies on the grasslands outside Muchen, but unlike the others, it is unique. Ionia is, in fact, an estate owned by Viscount Franz Bonaparte. Two years ago, Franz purchased this land, recruiting displaced villagers and orphans to establish the Ionia Estate as it is today.The estate lies by the Sen River, which flows past the capital of Muchen, covering an area of more than ten square kilometers, though only about 500 people live there. Apart from a small residential area, the rest is farmland for the peasants
Woof… woof…Suddenly, Lucky barked, his tail curled on his back, wagging slightly. From the void behind Franz, eight figures appeared. Each of them wore an animal-shaped mask. These were the Reapers."Young Master."All the Reapers removed their masks and respectfully saluted him. To them, Franz was not only their benefactor but also the only family they had left in the world. Franz, in turn, treated them like brothers, though he was strict during training. Outside of training, however, the atmosphere was harmonious. Franz had once considered swearing brotherhood with them, but Salah had tactfully refused, as they all preferred to serve Franz as a sharp sword. Thus, they unanimously addressed him as Young Master."Has the mission been completed?" Franz asked with a smile. Salah stepped forward to report."Everything is done. There were no survivors.""Well done. Gillam, tomorrow, you, Rhuk, and Rose will head to Aden City
The small forest had lost its usual tranquility. Instead, it was now filled with the chaotic sounds of battle, screams, and cries of agony reverberating incessantly. Birds scattered from their nests, fleeing the fierce battlefield. As Natasha had mentioned, more than a dozen guards were now encircling a horse carriage in a clearing within the forest. Inside was a beautiful young girl with blue hair, dressed in a light blue mage robe, continuously chanting supportive spells for the guards. However, the situation looked grim. More than ten guards had already fallen, lying motionless on the ground.The bandits seemed in no hurry. Relying on their overwhelming numbers, they formed a circular formation around the carriage, continuously maneuvering to exhaust the guards. Archers had taken positions on high points in the forest, shooting arrows to suppress the young mage, forcing the guards to not only fend off the swordsmen but also protect her from getting hit by arrows.&l
The bandits rushed forward, but in the eyes of the four guards, a fierce determination blazed, showing their resolve to fight to the death. In their hearts, there was only one thought: to protect the young lady. Even with arrows piercing their bodies like porcupine quills, they continued fighting. When their swords broke, they used their teeth to tear at the enemies’ throats. A tragic and heroic scene unfolded before their eyes, with red blood vessels visible in their gazes intensifying. Only a minute—just one more minute—yet for Elena, it felt like an eternity. Tears streamed down her face, but her mouth did not stop chanting. Her ears seemed numb, and the gathering magic made her chest tighten. Something sweet and metallic rose up her throat, but she persisted and endured. When the final incantation was complete, Elena softly shouted:"Ice Cloud Heaven's Rain!"Boom! Dark gray clouds gathered in the sky. Terror filled the bandits’ eyes, while
Franz felt confused, his heart stirring like waves crashing against the shore, unable to calm down. He gently placed Elena down on the grassy ground and looked at her like an angel—a holy beauty that made his heart pound uncontrollably.After a quick inspection, Franz realized that Elena had suffered serious internal injuries. What are mages most afraid of? It’s the backlash from magic. It not only shatters all their meridians and destroys their magic, but it could also take their life. At the very least, it would leave them gravely wounded and unable to recover for half a year. Fortunately, Elena was only an Advanced Mage, and the spell she cast wasn’t too high-level, so the backlash merely affected her organs slightly, though her meridians were still damaged.Without thinking, Franz took out a bottle of intermediate healing potion. Shamelessly, he thought: “She’s unconscious now, her mouth won’t open… should I use my mouth to…”“W-water… water…”Suddenly, Elena murmured faintly, her
“Hurry up, anyone who dares to stop, I’ll chop off his damn leg!”Kenneth was extremely anxious. Just moments ago, a heavily injured bandit from the vanguard team had rushed back, reporting that the entire vanguard force had been completely wiped out. This made Kenneth panic and hastily set off in pursuit. Before leaving, the leader had ordered him to bring back Lady Elena at all costs. In Kenneth’s mind, dealing with the Vladislavovna family’s guards would only require a few dozen bandits. Unexpectedly, a troublesome meddler had appeared along the way. Furious, Kenneth killed the injured bandit with a single punch and continued his pursuit. If Elena managed to reach the Royal Academy, even with ten lives, he wouldn’t dare to make a move. After all, the headmaster of the Royal Academy was Saint Magus Donald, a figure said to be the closest to the threshold of the Magus God in the Ala Empire. Even the nobles of the royal family would not dar
After a long journey, Franz finally arrived at the Royal Magic Academy. This wasn’t merely a school—it was more like a fortress. The walls towered over twenty meters high, built of gray stone, and the southern wall stretched over two miles. Every hundred meters, there was a watchtower, and soldiers in orange armor patrolled constantly. The main gate spanned over ten meters, flanked by two side gates, each five meters wide; typically, only the side gates were open. Inside the walls, the bustling commerce served mostly the academy’s students. The area was essentially a city in itself, complete with residential areas, inns, and taverns. But at its center was a grand architectural structure: the heart of the Royal Academy and the main place for student learning. Franz looked at the grand, ancient fortress with awe.“You’ve never been to the academy before?” asked Elena as she stepped out of the carriage. After nearly a day together, they felt surprisingly close. To her, Franz was intrigui
A wave of pressure from him shot toward Darius and his brother, causing them to step back in discomfort."Everyone, let’s maintain harmony. We can always negotiate," Garen said, stepping forward. Instantly, the oppressive aura of the deputy captain dissipated. Garen smiled warmly and continued, "Everyone here is a noble descendant of the court, and you should not offend us easily. How about we all take a step back and treat this as if nothing happened?"The reason Garen didn’t want to escalate the situation was because the enemy outnumbered them. Although he could defeat the deputy captain, he feared that while he was occupied, Elissa and the others might be in danger. The deputy captain hesitated for a moment as well; offending noble descendants in the capital was no small matter. At that moment, Darius spoke up."Get out of here, or I’ll call my father to bring an army and kill you all."Garen and Franz immediately sensed the danger. Sure enough, the deputy captain showed signs of h
After three days, Franz had gained a basic understanding of this group. Janna was a priest in the sub-chapter of the Holy Church, calm and kind-hearted. Elissa appeared to be the daughter of some noble, with a childish, mischievous, and endearing personality. Garen was not Elissa’s subordinate but another noble; his aura radiated an unmistakable air of nobility. Darius and the other knight, Garpat, were brothers and nobles as well, but they were arrogant and looked down on Franz. The cold-faced swordsman was mysterious and known only by the name Shadow.During these three days, Franz worked hard to recover his chakra. Although he had used high-grade recovery potions, he still couldn’t return to his peak state. However, this was sufficient for now. He also received troubling news: Gamabunta was severely injured and couldn’t be summoned for the next three months. Over the three days, the group managed to hunt quite a few magical beasts, primarily level 4 and level 5. Because Elissa’s te
Hearing the young girl, Elissa quickly said,"Yes, yes, Miss Janna, hurry and save him, or he’ll die!"Janna teased with a smile,"Look at you, all flustered. Are you perhaps starting to care about him?"Elissa pouted and shook her head, complaining,"You're so annoying, always teasing me. Who’s paying attention to him?"Janna chuckled and walked closer to Franz. Her brows furrowed slightly, and she recited a spell."Holy Light Restoration Spell."A beam of holy light emanated from Janna’s hands and enveloped Franz, healing his wounds. In no time, his injuries cooled down, and his meridians stabilized. Amazingly, chakra had returned to him, even if just a little. Franz was overjoyed—this small amount of chakra was enough for him to open his Shinobi pouch."Thank you,"Franz said softly, as he was not the kind of person who wouldn't appreciate help. Janna had helped him recover some chakra, and that was already very helpful."Hey, you should thank me too!"Out of nowhere, Elissa poppe
Franz opened his eyes to a clear sky. The air felt fresh and pleasant.“It seems to be morning. Where am I?”As his consciousness returned, Franz sat up. His body felt weak, his limbs trembling. He was shocked to find that there wasn’t a trace of chakra in his body. Reaching for his Shinobi pouch to retrieve some healing medicine, he realized he couldn’t open it. Franz let out a bitter laugh. It seemed that using the Shinobi pouch required chakra.He surveyed his surroundings. It appeared to be a mountain range, densely packed with trees. Franz let out a sigh of relief. It was fortunate that no magical beast had wandered by while he was unconscious; otherwise, he might have died without even knowing why.“Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing a Battle Emperor. Reward granted…”“Ding! Congratulations to the host for leveling up to Level 57…”Franz sighed in amazement. He hadn’t expected that killing a single Battle Emperor would yield more experience than killing ten Battle Kin
Here’s the revised version of your text with polished grammar and phrasing for clarity and flow:Franz was dumbfounded. "Change his heart?" Did that mean he had to use his charm and seduce Mazunky? Surely Mazunky wasn’t that perverted. No way. Franz would rather die than lose his dignity. If Mazunky ever heard these thoughts, would he immediately break the seal and tear Franz to shreds?“Alright. I’ve said everything that needs to be said. It’s time for me to leave,” Phara said with a trace of sorrow.Franz eyed the old man suspiciously, considering a terrifying possibility. "Leave?"“Yes,” Phara nodded. “I’ll use the last of my remaining energy to restore the spiritual essence of the continent to its peak. At the very least, I’ll be able to create a group of divine-level masters to buy you more time.”Phara’s body began to glow and gradually disintegrate, much like his master’s had. As if suddenly remembering something, he added:“When you leave here, find the Holy Church and tell th
“Young man, have you understood?”Suddenly, everything vanished, leaving behind a vast expanse of white space. In front of Franz, an old man sat cross-legged. His hair was long and white as platinum, his eyebrows as lengthy as those of the mythical Tai Shang Laojun. The skin on his face was slightly wrinkled, and his thin frame was draped in a white magical robe, blending seamlessly into the surrounding void.“Understand what? Where is this place? And who are you?”Franz asked a series of questions, his confusion evident. The old man smiled faintly and replied,“This is my domain. What you just saw was the history of the Violet Blue Star. As for me…”The old man paused briefly before continuing.“I am the young Phara you just witnessed.”Franz was astonished and blurted out,“Then you’re a god?”The old man chuckled softly.“I am indeed a god. Moreover, I am the one who brought you to this world.”It was as if lightning had struck him. Franz froze, his face first showing shock, then a
"Master..."All three of them couldn't hold back their tears. Even Mazunky shouted aloud, tears streaming down his face. The elderly man smiled contentedly at the three of them before his body suddenly began to glow and disintegrate into tiny particles, floating out of the castle and falling into the ocean below. From that point, chunks of the continents began to rise, and the tiny particles continued to settle onto the ground. A few explosive sounds followed as cracks appeared in the land, and streams of water erupted from the earth, forming rivers. Across the continents, green sprouts slowly began to grow, rapidly turning into towering trees. The remaining glowing particles spread out, beginning to form all kinds of life: first humans, then beastmen, elves, magical beasts... Hundreds of races appeared quickly, all with bewildered and confused expressions.The space changed again. The continents were now teeming with life, and various races swiftly built their own cit
“Dead again. I’ve only been alive for two years, and I just lost my virginity. Why is fate so cruel to me?”Franz was extremely distressed. As he was pulled into the space, he felt as though his body was being torn apart. After regaining consciousness, he found himself in a blank white space.“I wonder where I’ll reincarnate this time. I wonder if I’ll need to drink the Mạnh bà soup when I reach the afterlife.”Franz mumbled to himself, lost in thought. He was certain he had died and was just waiting to be reincarnated.“Is it time already?”Suddenly, the surrounding space changed. Franz found himself floating in the air like a fragment of a spirit. Below him was an endless expanse of blue ocean. He tried to move, but to his frustration, he couldn’t even budge an inch, no matter how hard he tried.“Well, of course, I’m just a fragment of a soul,” Franz mutte
"Are you saying, Franz… Franz is dead?"Leona grasped Prince Second's hand in a panic, speaking urgently. Beside her, Elena’s eyes were welling up with tears, barely holding back her sorrow. When the two of them woke up, they found themselves at the Royal Academy. They were reassured only when the vice dean returned after leading a rescue mission and mentioned that Franz had died. This was something Leona couldn’t accept. Pecival spoke, his voice heavy with grief.“I’m sorry, we were late. By the time we arrived, Franz had already been sucked into a spatial magic void, into a black hole.”The two women looked at the vice dean in disbelief, seeking confirmation, but he only sighed and shook his head. Elena’s tears finally flowed freely. Franz was her love; wasn’t he supposed to promise to be with her forever? Why did this have to happen? Her heart ached with each beat, and her vision blurred with pain.“Don’t cry.”A shout broke Elena out of her pain. Leona glared, with bloodshot eyes