Two hundred years after traveling to the magical world, with three people growing on my liver, I successfully broke through to the realm of a legendary mage. However, when I continued to climb towards the peak of magic and experimented hard, my magic tower - it exploded!
Fortunately, I had done enough in my plan to blow up the tower, and I managed to survive in the turbulence of time and space.
Unfortunately, I was involved in a continent called Teyvat. Here, there is no magic and no prosperous and bright magical culture. I, who once dominated the magic journals for ten years, have become illiterate! There's no Leyline here yet, oh my God! God of magic, what's the difference between a magician not being able to touch the magic net and a salted fish still being exposed to the sun in the desert! ?
Unable to accept the reality, I chose to create conditions even if there were no conditions. As a result, I was able to monopolize the economic lifeline of the country named Fontaine while launching the Magic Network Revolution.
Just when the experienced me thought that another Teyvat version of the witch-hunting war was coming, the gods of this country proudly expressed their gratitude to me, and their solemn and dignified, beautiful, oh, no, such a reliable person, the Supreme Judge, also expressed their support gently and kindly.
Me; "..." Does this make me look a bit gloomy?
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