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How To Evolve A Fireball

In the world of Elka, every awakened mage is granted a Grimoire — a living magical book that records their spells, achievements, and evolution paths. Spells aren’t static. They grow. They branch. They transform. For most mages, spell evolution is a game of instinct and talent — cast more, train harder, get lucky. But Arin Ember isn’t like most mages. He’s not even from this world. Transmigrated from a dying, magicless planet where survival depended on science, Arin sees magic not as mystery, but as code. And he’s obsessed with one spell: Fireball. The weakest, most basic spell in existence — and the only one he’ll ever use. While others chase power through variety, Arin dives into obsessive specialization. He dissects Fireball like a physicist. He refines it like a chemist. And in his blank, silent Grimoire, he begins rebuilding it from the ground up — not just evolving it, but rewriting its magical genome. Because in Elka, every spell is built on a hidden structure: mana-sequence code, a chain of runes and elemental instructions like living DNA. It governs everything — from power output to elemental behavior to spell adaptability. And Arin? He’s the first person insane enough to treat it like genetic engineering. Through experimentation, failure, and relentless theory-crafting, he transforms his Fireball into: A self-replicating flame with controlled mitosis A plasma-based projectile that adapts to air density A sentient spark that learns mid-combat And a superheated core spell capable of atomizing magic barriers They call him talentless. They call him obsessed. But soon, may call him something else: The Father of Spell Genetics. The One-Spell Monster. The Fireball Architect.
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Traveling to a Strange World Just to Find a Husband

I looked at him with utter contempt, my gaze as cold as frost spreading across my face: “You filthy poultry, what part of you thinks you're worthy of me?” I spat each word with biting clarity, holding nothing back. No matter how beautiful the human form he wore, he was still just a feathered beast at heart, no better than the chickens and ducks outside. The man before me was breathtakingly handsome, his sharp eyes like a hawk’s. Yet he didn’t flare up in anger. Instead, he let out a cold, mocking smile. Raising one hand, he gripped my chin tightly, eyes blazing like fire: “I am a Phoenix,” he growled: “King of all living things! And you dare compare me to common barnyard fowl? Do you want me to snap your neck right here?” But I didn’t flinch. Instead, I met his fury with a calm, deliberate smirk: “Go ahead. It’s not like you’ve ever had the guts to follow through.” He went silent for a few seconds, the tension thick between us. Then, all of a sudden, he released my chin, only to pull me into his arms, holding me so tightly it felt like he was afraid I might vanish. His voice dropped, no longer seething with rage, but laced with a strange tenderness: “Could you stop being so stubborn? I’ve given you everything... What more do I need to do to make you happy?” His embrace tightened again, desperate and trembling. As if letting go, even a little, would cause me to disappear. In his eyes, there was helplessness, pain, and something else rising to the surface, something raw, unnamed, and overpowering.
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