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.

"Miss Xiangwei, have you heard of PTSD?"


Ethan shifted the topic from the perspective of a psychologist.


"It stands for Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. The main symptoms of PTSD are the re-experiencing of trauma, heightened alertness, and avoidance or numbness. Some patients also experience accompanying symptoms such as sleep disorders, depression, and substance abuse issues. Memories of people, times, and places associated with a traumatic event may cause patients to experience mental anguish or physiological stress responses."


This stream of technical jargon made Miss Xiangwei somewhat confused.


Seeing her bewildered expression, Ethan entered the room, took out paper and pen, and wrote down these key pieces of information, handing it to her.


Miss Xiangwei repeatedly read the information on the paper several times, "I don't understand, are you implying that this is the current situation of the Lofic Consortium?"


Chapter 394 - Chapter 221: Illness_3