I Became the Strongest Mage, but Something's Off About the Vibe
I transmigrated into a peak mage with white hair and mismatched eyes, only to get locked in a sealed room because I couldn't speak the language.
After finally escaping, I faced the king and his ministers. On the outside, I was as cold as an iceberg; on the inside, I was panicking and just wanted to find Wi-Fi.
That night, in a dream of a sea of blood, the original owner's soul launched a frenzied attack. I simply gave it the “Sit” command and subdued it with ease.
Forced to sign a mutual-help agreement, the original owner sneered, “A useless fool who can't even use magic thinks he deserves to use my body?”
Then, at a palace banquet, I lived up to my title as the strongest mage by setting off forbidden spells like fireworks, all while calmly asking the king, “Did you enjoy the entertainment?”
The original owner fell silent inside me for a long while, then murmured, “You... didn't just cast a spell, did you?”
