Another World: The Failed Magician

In the center of a deep pool, an extremely handsome young man was standing.

As if sensing something, the boy slowly opened his eyes, which had been tightly closed.

His eyes revealed a depth that defied his youthful appearance, like a bottomless abyss.

The boy's actions caught the attention of a girl on the shore. The girl stared at the boy with her silvery-white vertical pupils, her eyes revealing a questioning look.

"My curse has been broken."

"curse?"

The girl was a little confused.

"It doesn't matter."

After the boy finished speaking, he closed his eyes again.

……

In the vast desert, Pollier looked at White, who was still lying in the deep pit.

"I never thought you'd be in such a sorry state."

Looking at White, who remained completely still.

Pollier shook his head in disappointment.

"You've disappointed me, White. Fine, considering how long we've known each other, I won't let you go alone. After you die, I'll have your students accompany you, just to keep you company."

As he spoke, he walked up to White, extended his claws covered in silver scales, and reached for White's head.

However, when the claws approached White's brow, they could go no further.

White had already stood up and was now gripping Polier's claws tightly with his hands.

Polier extended another claw and lunged at White's head.

But White caught it.

Polier channeled the dragon blood within him, trying to break free from White, but no matter how terrifying the aura Polier emitted, White's hands gripped his claws like pincers.

A sense of unease immediately welled up in Polier's heart.

"The Life-or-Death Cycle of Arms Ban"

With a roar from White, a dark red halo appeared behind him, with five bright red fireballs flashing on it.

Then a ball of fire suddenly went out, and White's terrifying aura instantly increased exponentially.

Polier immediately sensed something was wrong and tried with all her might to pull her hands away, but she still couldn't move them.

Then, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, a pair of silver-white wings appeared on his back, and then the wings slashed at his own arm.

Polier severed his own arms, breaking free from White's control.

The moment he broke free of control, his two arms suddenly burst into flames, turning dark red and igniting out of thin air.

In just a moment, both arms turned to ashes.

Polil instantly distanced himself from Whitetra, and under the influence of the dragon blood, he regenerated two intact arms.

Looking at White, who had already stood up from the deep pit, the playful look in his eyes had long since disappeared.

Then, another flame went out.

White then disappeared from the spot.

Polier instinctively used his wings to protect his entire body.

White appeared out of thin air in front of him, and at this moment, dark red flames, the same as the halo behind him, flickered on his fists.

Then, White punched Polier with his flaming fist.

Sensing the terrifying aura, Polier channeled all her strength into her wings in an attempt to defend against White's attack.

But in just a moment, a large hole was torn in the silvery-white wings.

Dark red flames instantly covered the wings.

Facing White's fists, Polier met them with his scaly claws.

At the moment of their collision, Huai's unstoppable punch was blocked by Polier.

Before Polier could even catch his breath, the dark red flames, like a venomous snake, spread across his claws.

An unspeakable pain instantly overwhelmed Polier's entire body.

Polier kicked White away and took the opportunity to quickly retreat.

He then continued to circulate the dragon blood, attempting to extinguish the flames on his body.

However, instead of extinguishing the flames, the fire intensified the pain.

Despite the pain in her body, Polier looked at White.

It was discovered that White did not launch another attack.

White stood still, with only three fireballs remaining on the dark red halo behind him.

The flames that had covered his fists dissipated at that moment, revealing the original wounds from which blood continued to flow.

"White, you can't even recover from this kind of injury now."

White silently watched Polier engulfed in flames, without intending to speak.

"You don't think you can take me down with this weird flame, do you? You're underestimating me."

Then, Polier let out a roar, and the last bit of power of his bloodline within his body erupted at that moment.

The flames, which were originally boiling, were forcefully extinguished by the dragon's might.

In an instant, Polier was restored to its original state.

"It seems that your ability cannot be activated continuously, which is a pity. As long as I have enough time, I can recover from any injury by relying on the dragon blood in my body."

Then, another flame went out.

White disappeared again.

Polier gave a cold laugh.

"So you're still going to struggle, aren't you?"

Just as he was about to continue using his wings to protect himself, he discovered that White had somehow appeared in front of him.

So fast!

It's too late!

In an instant, White's hands, covered in dark red flames, reached for Polier's head.

At this critical moment, a silver-white shield suddenly appeared in front of Polier, blocking White's path.

The ring that Polier always wore on her hand broke at this moment.

The dark red flames melted instantly upon touching the shield. But Polier had already used that moment to create a distance of several dozen meters, using his wings to protect himself and watching White warily.

At this moment, White stood still, and the dark red aura dimmed, leaving only two fireballs.

Pollier glanced at the broken ring on the ground, a wave of sorrow washing over him. He felt as if something important within him had shattered along with the ring.

But before he could even feel it, another flame went out at that moment.

Dark red flames engulfed White's entire body, and an unprecedentedly terrifying aura enveloped the entire desert.

Even with dragon blood in his body, Polier felt a little breathless at this moment.

What followed was White's relentless barrage of attacks.

Polier dared not meet White's punch head-on; he relied on his speed and superhuman reflexes to dodge White's attacks.

They only use their scales to defend against attacks when they can't avoid them.

Soon after, the dark red flames reappeared on Polier's body, burning him relentlessly.

But such attacks come quickly and go quickly.

The instant White stopped attacking, Polier immediately distanced himself from White.

At this moment, the halo behind White had become so blurred that only an outline remained, and the last flame was also on the verge of collapse.

Polier's situation was also not optimistic. He had no strength left to deal with the flames on his body. If White's attack had lasted for another half minute, he would have collapsed.

"White, is this your last chance?"

White gave him a brief, indifferent look.

"Aren't you the same? Do you even have the strength to stop my next attack?"

"Then let's try it."

At this moment, Polier's eyes gleamed with an unprecedented fighting spirit.

He had rarely felt this way since becoming king. In that instant, he felt as if he had returned to his youth, to the days when he lived a life of danger and bloodshed.

Looking at his opponent standing in front of him, Polier actually revealed a satisfied smile.

"I feel quite lucky to have fought you in the last moments of my life."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scales on Polier's body began to fall off, and his wings disappeared as well. With their disappearance, the dark red flames that had been clinging to them also vanished.

Just a short while later, Polier transformed back into an ordinary human.

He took out a common longsword, the most common type of sword on this continent, from his spatial ring.

He slowly pointed the knife at White, his aged eyes filled with excitement.

White smiled when he saw this.

"You still look the same, which makes you pleasing to the eye."

Then, the last flame went out, and the halo behind White disappeared completely at that moment.

White's strength and speed also reached their limits at this moment.

White clenched his fist, appeared in front of Polier as if by teleportation, and threw a punch.

Polier did not retreat further; he gripped his longsword tightly and met White's attack head-on.

……

At that moment, by the deep pool, the girl suddenly opened her eyes.

She sensed that the life-saving tool she had given to Polier had been used up.

An innocent boy's face appeared in her mind.

My peaceful state of mind was also disturbed at this moment.

A fleeting look of panic crossed her cold face, but she quickly regained her composure.

The girl slowly stood up. She glanced at the dark cave entrance, and although she was usually decisive, she hesitated at this moment.

At that moment, the boy's calm voice came from the pool.

"Now we've reached a critical moment. You should know that the fate of the Silver Dragon Clan is now in your hands. You should understand the consequences if you leave."

Upon hearing this, the girl sat down cross-legged again and closed her eyes. At that moment, the deep pool returned to silence.

……

Outside the secret gate of the Frunze Academy, Karl and Birus were sitting opposite each other at a wooden table.

Karl stared blankly at the sky, unsure of what to say.

Instead, it was Birus who spoke first.

"You can go now. Don't keep an eye on me. I won't do anything reckless. After all, I was stripped of my ability to use offensive magic after I left the Elven race. Even if I went now, I would only be a hindrance to him."

"And it was his own choice, so I will respect it no matter what."

Karl felt an indescribable sadness as he watched the girl calmly utter these words.

"Don't worry about me. I won't do anything stupid. Let's go, let me be alone for a while."

Just as Carl was about to get up and leave.

A glimmer of light flashed in the once silent secret realm.

A young man dressed in a black robe stepped out.

Lu Xuan saw the two of them as soon as he came out.

He was about to step forward and ask.

Carl then gave him a wink.

Lu Xuan then followed him out.

The two walked onto the school's playground.

Lu Xuan looked at Karl with some hesitation, but still asked, "Where is White now?"

"In Hofnorn."

Hearing this, Lu Xuan's expression remained calm, but his eyes revealed loneliness and sorrow.

"He went to see Polier?"

Carl nodded.

"He sensed that his days were numbered, and coupled with Polier's sudden departure from the Silver Dragon Empire, he went on his way."

An expected answer.

Lu Xuan had sensed long ago that Dean White didn't have much time left.

White's choice was within his expectations.

Because White wasn't the kind of person who would spend his last moments in a hospital bed.

Even if he were to die, he would certainly die on the battlefield.

But when that moment truly arrived, a wave of pain and loneliness swept over Lu Xuan.

Karl looked at the silent, somewhat frightening boy.

"Whiteto, let me tell you, from now on you will be the Dean of Frunze Academy."

Upon hearing this, Lu Xuan felt a mix of emotions.

“You should know that I was different from you from the beginning.”

Carl nodded.

"White and I noticed it a long time ago."

"Then why do it this way?"

Karl wore a nostalgic expression.

"Actually, I refused the offer to be the dean of Frunze Academy, but White insisted, and I couldn't do anything about it. He said that if I just told you about it, you would definitely agree."

Lu Xuan could feel his hands trembling uncontrollably. He couldn't see his face, but he could tell that his expression must be terrible.

After taking several deep breaths, Lu Xuan managed to calm himself down a bit, his hands still trembling.

"I've accepted this position."

Upon hearing this, a faint smile appeared on Karl's aged face.

"Welcome to the Loca Federation."

He then extended his right hand and looked at Lu Xuan.

Lu Xuan also extended his hand.

At that moment, the aged hand and the childish hand clasped together.

"Hello there!"

"Hello there!"

Two people who were once familiar with each other now acted as if they were meeting for the first time.

After shaking hands, Lu Xuan walked outside first.

Seeing this, Carl asked anxiously, "Where are you going?"

As Lu Xuan walked forward, he said, "I'm going to pick up that old guy. I'm afraid he won't be able to find his way home by himself."

With that, he turned and walked away without looking back.

Carl's reason told him that he should stop it all, but in the end, when he saw the tear stains on the boy's face, he lowered his hand that was about to dissuade him.