The weather in the North was unusually cold, and it was often accompanied by piercing wind and snow. The entire dead forest was covered with a layer of rough white.
At this moment, in the north of the magic continent.
"The noble God of flames. I will believe in your dignity and luxury. Please give me the divine fire
Fireball spell!"
Peter Lynch spread out his hands and crossed them. After a pray, a flame quickly sprang up in his palm, and the temperature rose in an instant.
But in less than three seconds, the flame quickly dispersed from his palm, and finally dissipated into a small spark.
"I failed again!"
Peter Lynch looked at his hands helplessly and sighed in his heart.
This was the 160th time he failed to use fire magic.
And it was the most basic fireball spell!
As for the other magic, he couldn't even grasp the most basic skills.
"Hahaha, Peter Lynch, is that all you have? What a loser!"
Not far from the snow forest,
Peter Lynch saw Kate laughing at him loudly.
It was a silver-haired man in a standard Knight iron armor.
At the same time, Kate was Peter Lynch's cousin.
Beside him, there were two junior students in Mage Academy, who were in the same grade as Peter Lynch.
Seeing that Peter Lynch failed again, they could not help but laugh at him,
"Ha-ha, you've been in the school for almost a year, and you don't even know the most basic fire magic. It's a shame for our Mage Academy!"
"I didn't expect him to be Kate's cousin. It's incredible!"
Hearing that, Peter Lynch's face turned red. He didn't dare to stay any longer and hurried in the direction of the town.
As they said,
Peter Lynch was just a waste who couldn't master magic.
Almost everyone was born with magic on this magic continent, except Peter Lynch.
The main reason was that Peter Lynch was a transmigrator.
And he had been in this world for three years!
The original owner of this body had already died of illness, but his body was taken away by Peter Lynch who had the same name and surname.
Peter Lynch couldn't remember clearly what happened before the time travel. He only knew that he was a man from modern society.
If he couldn't learn five basic magic, the school would kick him out.
For Greenster Mage Academy, which had always been known for magic, having a student not knowing magic was a shame. Suddenly, Peter Lynch cried out in pain and fell into the snow.
"What the hell? Bad luck!"
Looking at his injured knee, Peter Lynch felt gloomy.
But when he turned around and saw the thing that tripped him on the ground, shock flashed through his eyes.
It was a book buried in the snow!
Moreover, Peter Lynch felt the magic aura from it.
"It's a magic book!"
Peter Lynch excitedly threw away the snow around the book and took out it which tripped him.
It was a black magic book made of leather, and it was covered with dark red lines like blood scabs.
Feeling the magic aura it gave off, Peter Lynch was extremely excited.
On this continent, only the advanced mage was qualified to have its magic book and create its magic.
But why did a magic book fall here?
Was it from some grand mage?
At the thought of this, Peter Lynch became worried and threw away the magic book in his hand.
After all, the magic book was as precious as money in this world, and it was also a symbol of identity. No one would casually leave it here.
If a person was accused of stealing a magic book, he would be sentenced to be hanged!
Running back to the town in a hurry, Peter Lynch heard the familiar sneer.
When people on the street saw Lynch coming back, they began to talk about him,
"Look! This crap is back!"
"Well, I guess he is practicing magic in the forest outside the town again. No matter how hard he practices, he is still a loser, isn't he?"
"I heard that he was picked up by Master Grove from the snow. He is a wild child!"
These discussions were like bees flapping wings, buzzing in Peter Lynch's ears.
He lowered his head and walked through the familiar crowd alone.
Unexpectedly, everyone made way for him, as if he was an annoying God of plague.
Peter Lynch had been used to it for three years.
"Ha-ha, there is so much water!"
"Wow, Murdoch, you are awesome!"
Suddenly, Peter Lynch saw a familiar child next door, a boy and a girl practicing magic at the door.
The boy raised his hands to the sky, holding a water ball floating like a bubble.
The little girl next to him was envious, but the water ball in her hand was not small, as big as her head.
Suddenly, a water ball hit Peter Lynch and he got wet immediately.
It turned out that the little boy threw it at Peter Lynch on purpose when noticing him.
"A wild child without parents!"
The little boy made a face at Peter Lynch with mockery.
Peter Lynch was annoyed, but he couldn't use magic, so he couldn't teach the boy a lesson at all.
But the next second.
He grabbed a ball of snow on the ground and smashed it at the little boy's head.
After that, Peter ran towards his own house without looking back. Behind him, he only heard the little boy crying
Peter Lynch's house was old and shabby. It was a typical old wooden house built by his grandfather, Grove.
After returning to his room, Peter took off his clothes and lay on the bed, gasping for breath.
As usual, Grandpa Grove came into the room to greet Peter Lynch, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw that Peter was naked. With a dry cough, Grandpa Grove quickly closed the door and left.
Peter Lynch was a little confused. Grandpa Grove misunderstood him just now.
But soon, Peter Lynch let out a strange scream and jumped off the bed like a kitten.
He found a book on his bed.
It was the book he found when he passed through the snowy forest!
"Peter, what's wrong?"
Grandpa Grove, who heard the noise, rushed over. When he opened the door, he saw Peter Lynch sitting on the bed with a strange look on his face.
And the magic book just now was sitting under his buttocks.
"No... nothing. There was a mouse just now!"
Peter Lynch stammered and shook his head, looking flustered.
"What are you sitting on?"
Grandpa Grove narrowed his eyes and noticed Peter Lynch's difference.
Helplessly, Peter Lynch stood up and murmured to himself, "You can't see that book. You can't see that book!"
"Ah..." suddenly, Grandpa Grove let out a scream, which scared Peter Lynch into a cold sweat on his back.