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.

This was Ethan's first reaction. As the most devout believer of the Goddess of Life and the overseer of the Church Court in the border city, he could not allow such blasphemy against the Goddess to spread under his watch!


But when he snapped back to reality from the room, the night had already fallen outside the window.


Unconsciously, it had reached this time, and the entire church had quieted down. Perhaps going out now would not attract too much attention.


His heart was like Pandora's box opened, and thoughts of evil and blasphemy sprouted like mushrooms after rain.


Decades of ascetic practice couldn't earn a single glance from the Goddess, yet this magic potion priced at 201 gold lions could fulfill not only his lifelong wish but also those of many ascetics within the Church Court?


Chapter 899 - Chapter 184: You’ve Already Done Very Well