The Leisurely Life of a Wild Mage

After traveling to a different world, Ryan looked at the black magic book in his hand and had no choice but to become the wild mage that everyone disliked. This world is not peaceful. A natural disaster of the undead broke out in the southern Kingdom of Cree. The lifeline route between the north and the south was full of bone fragments dragging oars. The mage capital of the sky, Waizlim, was crumbling in the sky. I don't know which mage did it. The elves tried to trace the traces of their ancestors, but who would have thought that the response to them would be the signals from the stars... But this has nothing to do with Ryan, at least not now. He just wants to spend his short life leisurely and easily.