In front of the altar, the genius brother was executed in public, wanting to sacrifice me alive to the mysterious law. He condescendingly trampled my staff and said, "Waste apprentice, give me your magic power to help me step into the holy steps!" But I smiled - tearing my coat to reveal the backlash curse mark engraved with blood and tears: "Guess which book I learned this forbidden technique from?" The next second, the red arcana devoured the altar, and the whole world heard the rules wailing. When the eternal forbidden magic awakened in my hands, the high-level mages went crazy - the apprentice they called a waste was crushing the ceiling of the magic world with their lifelong pursuit of truth.
