The Regressed SSS-Rank Water Mage Wants To Live a Calm Life
"Are you trying to tell me that the man who made the entire Northern continent tremble works in a flimsy bar? And he's a Water Mage???" The Emperor asked his knight.
"Yes, sir. I saw him with my own eyes. He has two pet dragons and—"
"Good gods! The legendary dragons that historically disdain humans as his pets?! We must have this man as our own at all cost!" The Emperor screamed in amusement, "Say, when you approached this man to speak with him, what was his reaction?"
The knight gulped.
"He... offered my men and I drinks, and told us to tell you, the Emperor, to visit his bar sometime."
The Emperor's eyes widened, and narrowed back as he smiled. "Well, I just might."
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Once upon a time, Maxwell Duvon Belognia was a reject. In fact, he was kicked out of his noble house for his lack of talent!
And to top it all off, his noble family was one that had produced reputable flame mages for ages! Maxwell, who had an affinity to water magic, was a good-for-nothing reject.
Disowned by his family, he ventured out into the world to build his own solid ground, and he discovered that his talent in the path of water was much more than his family had ever imagined.
And along the way, he made friends that he loved more than his own blood, allies that could give their lives up just for his sake, and the best of all — he fell in love with a woman who gave him her heart and her soul.
Maxwell was a happy man.
But...
...Unfortunately, a world ending disaster struck on his world. And in just a few seconds, Maxwell lost everything dear to him.
Including the love of his life who he'd just had an argument with few hours ago. He couldn't even remember what the reason for that argument was, but he knew it was his fault.
To top it all off, Maxwell and his friend who barely survived were saved by a nameless being, dragged and thrown into another world.
There, in that devastating world, the water mage and his friend struggled to survive.
To live, they had to fight. To fight, they had to grow stronger.
And so they fought for years, eventually growing strong enough to leave that world and venture into the vast cosmos.
But the wider universe wasn't any much different from that cruel world. They still had to fight to claim a place.
Until finally, they rose to the position of divinity and became gods.
During all these years of constant struggling, fighting and ascending, Maxwell never forgot his love. The pain of his loss clawed at his heart at every given moment.
How ironic it was for a god to fall victim to the pain of mortals.
Maxwell was steadily approaching the end of his being.
And just when he thought his soul would fade without seeing his love again...
"Why don't we break one of the ten absolute rules proffered by the Celestial King to restrict the workings of gods?" His friend suggested.
Maxwell's eyes widened.
"What rule?" He asked.
"Regression."
And so, after fighting to go against the will of the Guardians, gods and celestials of the twenty four heavens, Maxwell's soul finally regressed with eons worth of knowledge...
...To the time when he was just kicked out of his noble house.
And the best part?
All his divine authorities as a god — although weakened — were still linked to his soul, including his pocket space which held his treasures.
And because of this, to the eyes of everyone on his planet, Maxwell was a ridiculously overpowered being.
When news of this enigmatic, overpowered water mage spread amongst the four continents of Cryst, every monarch and every major power wanted him for themselves.
But the man in question?
"I've lived a life full of suffering, battles and wars. Now, with the second chance that came with my regression, I just want to live a calm life. And to do that, I'll have to stop the world ending disaster that'll come in a few years. But for now..." He opened the door to his bar, smiling as he gazed at his customers and his wife waiting for him behind the counter. "This is enough."
