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Original Wizard Of Oz

Vortex origins

The sharp sound of steel slicing through flesh echoes in the darkness. A guttural howl fades into silence as a voice—cold and ancient—rings in Ash’s mind. "[You have slain a creature of the Higher stage. Gained 1 Vein Energy Point.]" His breath comes in ragged gasps. His arms feel like lead. But before he can move, another voice descends upon him—deep, resounding, and absolute. It is not spoken. It is felt. "Mortal, they persist. Shall I descend?" The words echo through his mind like the weight of a divine decree. A shiver runs down his spine, but he grits his teeth and pushes forward. "No," Ash breathes, his voice strained but resolute. "I can do this myself." The air shifts. Shadows coil around him, slithering like living smoke, wrapping his form in a dark veil. “[Activating Skill – Nightstalker's Cloak.]” A cold sensation washes over him. His form flickers, vanishing into the abyss. The creatures halt, their glowing eyes scanning the battlefield, sensing death but unable to grasp its form. "They still refuse to kneel." Ash exhales, a smirk tugging at his lips. His blade moves before they even realize he was ever there. ———— In a world where power flows through the veins of its people, strength means survival. When disaster struck, warriors rose, legends were forged, and at the center of it all stood Vortex. But power always comes at a cost. Ash knows this more than anyone. His strength feels less like a gift and more like a burden. The battles he fights aren’t just against enemies—they're against himself. If he loses control, what will he become? Yet, the war they face is bigger than they ever imagined. Reality itself is cracking, shadows of the past creeping into the present. As Ash embarks on his journey, he won’t just fight for the world—he’ll fight for existence itself.
Slashburnx · 3.1K Views

The Immortal Wizard's Journey

In the carriage bound for the Milic Empire, Royen came to terms with two stark realities: his sudden transmigration and his new identity as a slave. The squalid conditions, the gnawing hunger, and the relentless jolting of the carriage—it was hard to imagine a more dismal beginning. Yet, there was a sliver of solace: Royen had been bestowed with a system and an immortality unbound by any natural laws, though each passing year only allowed him to enhance a single attribute point. [Strength, Speed, Defense, Magic Power, Comprehension] In a world where swords and sorcery reign supreme, order began to crumble amidst encroaching chaos. Souls not of this world reopened their eyes to a realm of dwarves, elves, dragons, towering spires, and castles—a world brimming with desire and calamity. Escaping from the slave-transporting carriage, Royen embarked on a spellbinding journey through the arcane. His pace varied, sometimes swift, at other times leisurely, with moments of rest, but his steps never ceased to move forward. Through the Age of Decadent Magic, the Era of the Gods, and the Dark Times of Turmoil, his presence was a constant thread woven through the tapestry of time. His sole task was to survive amidst the upheaval and strife. A decade passed, and the village of his past was no longer recognizable. A century later, the empire of yore had vanished into the annals of history. After a millennium, the casual musings on magic he had jotted down had become foundational texts for countless mages. Then one day, with a mere flick of a branch casually plucked from the roadside, Royen split the sky asunder. It was only then that everyone realized he had ascended to the pinnacle of the world.
Swift_Master · 520 Views
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