I, Elian, am a former genius of the Arcane Council and now a useless mage on the border.
His right hand was crystallized, and it hurt so much that he wanted to chop it off every day. He managed to survive by operating a teleport station to earn copper coins.
Until I collected a gold coin and hid a girl - and then was hunted across the continent.
They said I had stolen the Chaos Order's artifact, and the Shadowblade Principality offered a reward of one hundred gold coins for my head.
Unbeknownst to them, the crystallized part of my right hand was resonating with the fragments in the box.
They don't even know that I can see the "threads of law" of the world, and this is proof of the bloodline of the ancient weavers.
Now, I take a tomb guard girl whose life experience is a mystery, a natural mage expelled by the Druid Council, and a former elder who knows too many secrets, and embark on the road of no return to collect the fragments of the seven gods.
But trouble always comes sooner than planned:
· Every time you use space ability, the crystallization moves one inch closer to the heart
· The Chaos Cult is ambushing me at every intersection. They want me alive - as a sacrifice.
· The "mirror of divine light" in the Kingdom of the Burning Sun can reveal soul pollution, but the four of us are not clean
· The Solar Celebration takes place three months later and is the only chance to obtain the third fragment
· And I just discovered that on the day of the celebration, the cult is preparing to use the 100,000 spectators in the audience as sacrificial materials
The seven commandments of space mage? Let me break it down for you one by one.
Who says that auxiliary professions cannot be core?
I want to use these eyes that see the law to weave a revolution that will reverse the world.
But first... The money for tonight's dinner still hasn't arrived.
Is there any kind king willing to advance the crown jewels?
