A PhD in spatial studies travels through time and space to another world, a place of magic and warrior races. Only after becoming part of this world does he realize that following the established paths of magic and martial arts will never let him stand out. Under pressure from his enemies, he still manages to establish a unique branch of his own: lightning.
Is this the beginning, or the end? No matter how dazzling your talent or how extraordinary your gifts, before my heavenly thunder, you too will be defeated and fall. What is the ultimate form of lightning? Divine punishment? Or...?
Well written, very exciting
It's okay, but there are a lot of typos