Zhou Yang traveled through time.
He traveled through time and became the third son of Earl Byron in the North, Victor Byron.
This is a world where everyone believes in the fighting profession. His father is a Grandmaster Knight, his eldest brother is a high-level knight, his eldest sister is a high-level swordsman, and his second brother is an elite ranger. Even his fourteen-year-old brother has already tested his talent as a warrior.
Only he is a mage.
In this world where low magic skills are rampant, mages can only light candles, boil hot water, and water potted plants. The emergence of a mage in a family is like black smoke rising from the ancestral grave.
The eldest sister scolded him in public: "Why don't you die? It's an embarrassment to the family."
The second brother laughed at him: "My third brother is a fan who lights fires."
A word from my father: "Don't mention the word 'magic' in front of me."
His mother would hide in her room and cry every day, saying that all her swordsmanship was for this good-for-nothing son.
Until his eighteenth birthday, his sister stole a piece of meat pie to celebrate his birthday.
When he lit the candle, a golden panel suddenly appeared in his mind.
Role: Beauty drunk.
Occupation: Mage·Legend.
Level: twenty-three.
Skills learned: Fireball, Magic Shield, Resist Fire Ring.
Zhou Yang stared at the panel for three seconds.
The highest level of a mage in this world is a small flame as big as a bean, which requires thirty years of practice.
He can easily release a fireball that can blow down a city wall.
And the "legendary era" that disappeared five hundred years ago——
It was supported by a group of people like him.
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Mom, I'm sorry. In the past eighteen years, I have been ignorant.
In the future, I will make you proud.
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