In a world where mysticism and steam industry coexist, cursed objects, the Reception Bureau, and Evil God fanatics...
That year, the King was bedridden with illness, the successor was inexperienced, and power slipped away, leaving the empire teetering.
That year, external forces gathered around the empire, and foreign civilizations eyed it covetously.
That year, the prophet delivered a prophecy that the era of civilization was nearing its end.
That year, Ethan arrived at a small town on the outskirts of the imperial capital. To survive in this perilous era, he began practicing Fireball Skill.

Years later, Ethan looked at the meteor falling from the clouds and realized there was a problem.

The beginner Magic he learned seemed a bit off.

The current Ice Elemental Elf smiled shyly, not at all like a fearsome presence wielding a chainsaw.


"Senior, I've noticed that Feng Junior's mental state isn't quite right lately. Maybe we should do something."


Upon hearing this, Ice Elemental Elf almost immediately frowned.


Her mind conjured up the image of the little junior with short, green, shoulder-length hair, like a closed-off little gourd.


Due to some subtle emotion, she didn't like Ethan having too much contact with that little junior.


She wanted to say something sharp, but Ethan seized the opportunity.


——"After all, you're the kindest and most gentle person, I believe you definitely won't just stand by."


The Electric Elemental Elf eavesdropping at the classroom door stumbled.


Chapter 303 - Chapter 198: The Point of No Return_2