During the freshman orientation class at the Royal Capital Magic Academy, a professor addressed the students below the podium: "Magic isn't just about unleashing a cheap fireball with a staff." "Potions, scrolls, runes... mastering any one of them is enough to call yourself a magician." Only one? Roy glanced at the rows of spells, magical items, potions, magic swords, and other magical creations in his mental magic database and couldn't help but raise his hand: "Professor, what if I mastered them all?" The professor turned to Roy: "Then you can call yourself a Grand Archmage."

Yang Jing, through a stroke of luck, transmigrated to a chaotic dynasty ravaged by war, becoming a favored peasant boy. His family scrimped and saved to support his martial arts training, but his innate talent was ordinary, destined for mediocrity and disappointment. However, Yang Jing discovered that he only needed to cultivate his martial arts techniques to a critical point to break through to a higher realm.

This means that what is extremely dangerous for others poses no risk to Yang Jing.

He is destined to rise to the highest level of power!

Lowe: "Um, Surtr, how do you use this 'Leivatin'?" "Lowe, watch carefully, I'll only teach you once." "The power of fire, it's used like this." A tall demon appeared behind Surtr, its arms outstretched, grasping the two-meter-long greatsword. "Leivatin!" Talulah: "Don't you Rhodes Island people have your own Originium Arts?"