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It was a tall stone tower, over a hundred meters in height.

Its foundation was made entirely of obsidian, so when the darkness of the night fell, the entire tower would radiate a cold, silent glow, making it especially attractive to malevolent spirits and ghosts.

Perhaps due to a lack of maintenance and basic care, the lower part of the tower was completely intertwined with the ever-growing vines of a Demonic Rattan, making its surface appear full of wooden thorns that gleamed like metal. If any ordinary man got entangled in these vines, all the blood in his body would be drained. Eventually, his corpse would join the others in the huge pile of bones lining the tower's base.

The sky darkened as night arrived, and a candle was lit inside the tower.

The candlelight flickered through the narrow window on the side of the tower. Not only did the light fail to bring any warmth, but instead, it sent a tremendous chill down the spine and heart.

Leon, who was fifteen years old, sat before a worn wooden desk. There was a thick magic book spread open in front of him, from which he was silently copying. Although he had arrived in this world two years ago, the discomfort in his soul still gave him frequent headaches.

His mind was distracted, scenes of what had happened back on Earth continually flashing before his eyes. In his distraction, the tip of his writing pen paused for a moment, causing a large blot of ink to form on the parchment, ruining it.

"Damn! I failed again!"

Leon's brows tightened. He couldn't help himself and clenched his fists. He wanted to scream in anger, but he took a deep breath and remained motionless for a while. After a long time, he finally managed to suppress the urge.

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