Jody, a science whiz, is transported to a world of magic and martial arts, but the magic he awakens seems to be different from that of others.

You can sense fire element, are you a genius fire mage? But I can sense carbon, hydrogen, and oxygen element, and the fireballs I create are even bigger than yours.

You can sense the wind element and fly on it? But I can control air density and walk on air.

The First Alchemist of the Royal City: Why can you produce such a powerful explosion with just a jar of salt?

I'll tell you, I can separate sodium and chlorine elements and recombine them into simple substances.

What magic or martial arts can compare to my physics and chemistry?

"High-level mages often only need the simplest operations." This is what the weapon master, the perfect assassin, the outlier among spellcasters, the promoter of the enhancement school, and the founder of melee mages said.

The Yanxia Federation welcomed the 12th millennium civilization ceremony of its wizarding civilization. Magical energy particles from beyond the boundary brought warm magical energy currents, nourishing the civilization's mother body. The cries of the darlings of fate made the era increasingly noisy and bustling. An invitation from the advanced wizarding civilization's [Ether Dream Network] was about to open the [Ether Dream Realm], a place of both danger and treasure. Deep within the potion chamber, after concocting and drinking a bottle of [Civilization Potion], Li Yan opened his eyes again. Beneath the clamor and bustle of the wizarding civilization, the hidden disasters and crises began to surface. The [Black Emperor], who had borrowed from an unspeakable evil god, paid the price of the entire civilization's demise for the [Undying Potion], and was now secretly coveting it. The [Parasitics], whose goal was to "parasitize civilization," had found new prey. ...

Mission: Exterminate the goblin tribe and rescue the female knight, Ereshkigal. Difficulty: High. Scale: City-state level. Current success rate: 0%. Base reward: 2 Intelligence attribute. Hint: Additional rewards are given if the success rate exceeds 100%. The higher the success rate, the richer the rewards. ... Marvin looked at the mission panel and decisively refused: "Don't tell me about the most beautiful girl in Baldur's Gate, the duke's daughter, or the chosen one of Losanda. I won't even attempt this mission unless the success rate is at least 300%." ​​"In this world of legends, chosen ones, and conspiracies and accidents, one must be cautious." "What? You're asking why I need to bring ten sixth-level scrolls, five bottles of highly potent arcane potions, and two adamantite golem guards just to gather herbs?" "I'm a mage. It's perfectly normal to be well-prepared for missions..."

In an era where knowledge was suppressed, even physician Lyle had to be cautious in his academic research. Then, an invitation from Andre College appeared before him. Andre College, Cassandra's? Lyle examined the tombstone carefully. "Wow," he thought, "the scholars here really know how to choose a location."

Rune, a mediocre wizarding apprentice whose future hangs in the balance, suddenly finds himself transported to another world… “Transportation by horse? Duels by sword?” “So-called noble knights… are nothing more than a bunch of muscular, weak-willed brutes?” A sly smile crept across Rune’s lips. “In the wizarding world, you call me apprentice, and I won’t argue…” “But in this ignorant Middle Ages, what should you call me?”

He was transported to a fantasy adventure world of swords and magic. After reading the Fireball spell from the mage skill book given to him upon registering with the Adventurers' Guild, Allen aimed it at a training dummy and began chanting a meditation spell. "Magic skills require daily practice; even the best newcomers need months, even years, to master them..." Before the crippled dwarf could finish speaking, a blazing fireball with a smiling face flew from Allen's palm. Allen then went to the "Return to the Furnace," a place that specialized in recycling junk, and bought a broken staff. "So you're planning to use this broken staff as a flail to smash those monsters?" the dwarf couldn't help but complain, only to notice the broken staff, now wrapped in strips of cloth, shimmering with a dazzling purple light. Even after the two set off on their adventure, the dwarf teased Allen, who stubbornly insisted on heading in a certain direction. "This..."

This is the best of times. Wizards, fresh from the Second Wizarding War, have entered their golden age. Countless wizards, aboard floating cities, have embarked on a grand voyage across the astral plane. But this is also the worst of times. The battlefield holds not only victors but also countless corpses fallen before victory. The flames of war have been ignited; no one can remain uninvolved. I am Gawain, an ordinary wizarding apprentice, but deep within my soul lies a scale of truth. As long as the scales are balanced, failed potions can be transformed into successes, incomplete knowledge can be filled in, techniques on paper can be mastered in an instant, and even the flesh and blood of nameless ancient gods can be refined into their essence… In this magnificent era, I will ultimately become the one who leads the way.

This is a world influenced by extraordinary "attributes," where everyone possesses unique "Destiny Cards" and "Ability Cards." These cards exhibit different "effects" and "characteristics" depending on the different "attribute" powers they acquire.

-----

At dusk, amidst a sea of ​​clouds, a giant serpent roams the sky.

The great serpent, the great serpent that carries the world on its back

Seven continents rise and fall on the snake's back, and countless living beings drift along with them in the sea of ​​clouds.

This is a world shattered by extraterrestrial aliens, and also the stage where countless heroes rise and fall.

At the very end of the world, eighteen paths to transcendence shine forth, and countless beings pursue and strive for them.

They yearned to become gods, to become legends passed down through the ages, or perhaps hoped to establish an empire that would last forever.

This is the era when legends were unveiled, amidst the chanting of elegiac poems, ascending to the Seven Heavens, the starting point of the story of the Creation Witch, Sylphia.

------

Knight Training Manual (Tier 3 - Castle):

Class Card: Iron Knight

Ability Cards: [Steel Body], [Sharp Blade], [Unbreakable Steed]

Knowledge: Warrior Breathing Techniques, Knight Swordsmanship, Riding Instruction, Basic Military Command; can be granted to Tier 2 [Halberd-wielding Guard] and [Light Cavalry Follower].

...

The Art of Bone Assembly (Tier 3 - Ashes)

Class Card: [Bone Fighter]

Ability Cards: [Bone Assembly], [Manipulation of Corpses], [Mist of Death]

Knowledge: Corpse dismantling, corpse preservation techniques, identification of biological skeletons, and ability to craft [White Rot Potion] and [Ember Mist Potion]

Tags: D&D essay, Faerûn, Mage Introduction: The paladin pushed open the gates of the mage tower, his voice deafening: "Emia, I've confirmed it, the blueprints are flawed. It's impossible to create the Holy Avenger with them. Don't waste any more time!" "...The blueprints are flawed?" The mage Emia blankly raised the five holy swords in her hand. "Then what is this pile I just created?" ******Second Edition Introduction************ The magic network has been dormant for a century. Mortal souls are gradually falling into the hands of demons, and the cycle of death is about to begin. To cleanse evil, overturn hell, blast through the hazy realm, and let the light of magic and goodness shine once more, a single sword is not enough.