Rumble!
The entire building came crashing down with a loud noise.
The figure that rushed out of the sea of flames, if even a fraction of a second slower, would have been crushed beneath.
"Oh my!" Exclamations resounded one after another.
Hubert, who had already turned around after taking off his robe, turned back, his face showing a surprised expression.
He had just asserted that no one could survive his Magic Flames, but now—?
The figure barely rushing out of the fire seemed exhausted, stumbling with a transformed running motion, tripping his left foot over his right.
The result was a fall to the ground!
A hero for less than three seconds...
The cries of shock arose again.
And they contained even more astonishment.
Because people then realized: it wasn't just one person, but two.
The figure that rushed out of the fire was carrying someone on his back!
As he fell, the small body he carried rolled to the ground due to inertia.
To storm out of the flames at the critical moment and save a person as well?
"What... are you all just standing there? Help, for heaven's sake!"
Several residents who reacted the fastest hurried forward.
First, they protected the small body and quickly recognized them, exclaiming with delight, "Sophie? It's little Sophie! Sofia, it's your Sophie!"
Looking at the person who had carried little Sophie out of the flames, the crowd's eyes were filled with confusion and disbelief: "...Andrew?!"
Could it really be Andrew?
Aunt Sofia, who had already been almost soulless, seemed to jump back to life at the mention of her daughter's name, leaping up from the ground and rushing over.
Raymond, shocked by the sudden consecutive changes before his eyes, looked at Hubert: "Sir, you see, this..."
Although he was the Sheriff of Wildfire Town, as long as Hubert was present, Raymond always followed Hubert's lead and never made decisions on his own.
The old Mage remained silent, staring at the crowd gradually gathering around Andrew and little Sophie, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Wildfire Town was a small town in the desert.
It was night now, the wind carried sand, and the temperature was very low.
Yet the people on the street outside the fire scene were very excited.
For so many years, they had grown accustomed to buildings collapsing in tongues of fire, with no one surviving from within, a mindset that had been ingrained in them.
But today, they witnessed a different scene!
"Step back a little, give the injured some air!"
"We're so lucky! Little Sophie is alright! Oh my, just now was so thrilling!"
"What about Andrew? How is Andrew?"
Andrew—also known as Lin Dong, was feeling extremely uncomfortable now.
What's happening to Sophie over there, all the hubbub and chaos from people trying to help—Lin Dong couldn't spare any attention to that.
Just as he rushed out of the flames, Lin Dong was still aflame, fortunately extinguished by a few brave residents who stepped forward and beat out the fire with their clothes—this simple act already represented extraordinary courage in this world, as extinguishing the Magic Fire in any form could lead to judgment from the Magic Guild.
But the real problem wasn't the fire outside, it was the "fire" inside his body.
Lin Dong felt his lungs burning painfully, with every breath excruciatingly painful.
"Damn it, even with a damp towel covering my face, I still can't completely resist the smoke and toxins?"
This was the common sense from the pre-transmigration world in Lin Dong's memory, a judgment made.
But based on Andrew's memories, the judgment was: "It's not just because of the smoke, but also because of being scorched by the 'magical aura' within the flames!"
In this Flame Realm, fires caused by Magic Flames were very frequent.
Innocent civilians being affected and having damaged lungs was an extremely common occurrence.
But common does not mean ordinary.
This kind of lung injury wasn't minor; it was a severe injury caused by Magic Power!
"So, just after transmigrating, am I about to die? That's just too unlucky..."
Lin Dong felt very unwilling, with a little bit of regret.
While painfully coughing, Lin Dong felt his breathing becoming more difficult.
Alright, it seems it's really over.
The unluckiest Transmigrator, I guess that's me?
Oh well, at least I saved a person.
Now, I just hope that after hanging up this time, I can transmigrate once more, hopefully to a better world.
Or at least let me transmigrate back, as I was having a great chat with the class beauty at the karaoke...
Lin Dong's mind was becoming a bit muddled, descending into an ever-deepening darkness.
Until a pleasant female voice suddenly echoed in his mind:
"'Tear of the Water God' activated."
"Initial basic ability acquired: Water Spirit Technique."
"Detected host in critical condition, initiate 'Water Spirit Technique' for self-healing? PS: As an initial basic ability, the effects of Water Spirit Technique are as follows—"
Lin Dong was stunned for a moment, then his spirits lifted: "That's it!"
Like grabbing onto the final lifeline, Lin Dong mustered all his strength to scream in his mind, "Forget the effects or whatever, hurry, hurry up and use it! Any slower... and I'll be done for!"
"Okay then."
The female voice replied, with a hint of human-like warmth.
The voice sounded like a young girl, yet with a watery gentleness rarely found in a young girl.
Lin Dong felt a gentle, moist water essence, flowing rapidly from his chest throughout his lungs, chest cavity, and even his entire body.
Penetrating every cell, every nerve ending!
At this moment, Lin Dong suddenly understood what the saying "a drought meets a sweet rain" truly felt like!
Not only did the sense of asphyxia and impending death disappear, but the discomfort in his lungs considerably subsided.
Even other parts of his body felt an unprecedented comfort, a feeling of being nourished by vital energy.
Ah, so refreshing!
For the first time in his life, Lin Dong truly appreciated the benefits of moisture.
It was worlds apart from struggling to survive in the sea of fire just now.
The tight tension in his body slowly relaxed.
—In any case, he survived.
Didn't kick the bucket right after transmigrating, didn't disgrace our vast Transmigrator community!
Splayed on the ground, Lin Dong rested for a moment and then slowly sat up, taking a deep breath.
He finally noticed, after rushing out of the flames, how his tattered clothes allowed him to feel the desert's night wind, dry and cold.
"Cough, cough..."
He couldn't help but lightly cough again.
Lin Dong thought to himself that although this "Water Spirit Technique" was magical, it was, after all, an initial ability, and seemingly couldn't immediately cure his lung discomfort.
It seems he would need a couple of days' rest after all.
This so-called "Tear of the Water God," could it be the Golden Finger in this world?
But isn't this a world dominated by the Fire Mages? Why not give me an awesome Golden Finger like Samadhi True Flame, or Flowing Blade Like Fire?
In a Flame Realm, giving me a Water Element Golden Finger...
Damn it, why does this feel like I'm going against the entire world!?