Old Magician

The most powerful magician in Del Continent has fallen. When he opened his eyes again, it was already a different world. There is no magical continent here, and there are no heroic epics sung by bards. There are only the old rulers crawling in the abyss, the alien gods watching indifferently beyond the starry sky, and countless evil spirits spying on humans in the darkness. The extraordinary beings of this world kneel and beg for strength from the unspeakable. He is standing. A navy suit, a big mustache, and an old top hat. The fire of the phoenix never goes out. ——"What I hate most in my life is kneeling." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.