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said Brother Lin, who was none other than the Sky Emperor. “Yeah, I hope he shows up and helps us. The agreement has been signed, but I don’t know how long it will take to carry it out!” …… Thank you for following the novel *The Martial Arts Dragon Emperor* all the way to the end. The ending of this chapter might not be that great, but I hope my brothers and sisters enjoyed it. And don’t get bored—please read my new novel. Let’s meet in my new novel, and please leave me comments about the new one I’ll be releasing.

I peer at him. “Uh… what is the correlation between emotions and a mage’s power?” Elias’ brows crease further. He sits at the edge of the bed and asks, “Why?” I lean back on the single-seater couch and look at him expectantly. “Yes, it does. Isn't it for everyone? Strong emotions like anger, shame, fear, and sadness influence a lot of people. It is not an exception for a mage either. While controlling our Element, if we are influenced by any stronger emotion and can’t keep ourselves calm then it might harm us or our opponent or anyone we are trying to protect.” Elias’ words made so much sense.

"Like I'm a pawn for you to control?! I didn't sign up for this costume party to be an errand boy! I have my own reasons for being here, and I'm no attack mage! You got beefy over there take him instead!!!" He said, pointing at the large framed figure on the throne. " Kanchi Asobi is a Holy Shoutorin artist. He doesn't fight anymore!!!" The figure snapped back at him. The figure walked over to the candelabra and dripped his blood over it once more.

After all the world they living in was full of mana and they haven't comprehended everything in it, especially the past of it Studying Magic required a tremendous amount of effort accumulated for thousands of years. It will include the study of Mana Energy flow connection between the body and its environment, The history of the magic realm, grimoires--thousands of spells that keep expanding over time, and lastly a general comprehension about the magic and the whole universe. Magic is Life. A B-Rank Mage was already comparable to A king rank another adventurer's occupation. Cause the high-level Ranking system of the Mages was far more complex and incomprehensible.

“We would like more, but it is a hard world for mages.” “It is?” That surprised me. I would have thought that mages had the advantage over the rest of mankind, possessing, as they did, magical power. “A lot of people are intolerant of magic in the young, some continents have mage hunters, and then, studying magic can be hazardous in itself,” she stepped out into another hallway, this one empty. “There is a high mortality rate amongst the mage-born.”

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

Very interesting. I walked a little closer beside him, studying his expression shamelessly. “Magnus noticed, didn’t he?” Silence. Then, “Yes.” Simple. Cold. Reluctant. But honest. I let out a quiet laugh before I could stop myself. The terrifying Tyrant Emperor, feared across kingdoms, apparently unable to pretend interest in women long enough to satisfy royal expectations. That was deeply entertaining. “You’re enjoying this too much,” Ragnar muttered. “A little.” “You should stop.” “I won’t.”

"Call the emperor! Now!" ************************************ INDEX: Caput Mundi Roma - Rome capital of the world

Before her sat a stack of books that seemed to hum with their own internal light. The cover was a masterpiece of Aetheric printing - a shifting, iridescent swirl of sapphire and gold that moved under the reader's touch. "The Color of Magic" was not a textbook. It was a love letter to a world that had finally opened its eyes. "For ten thousand years, we called the dark 'evil' because we couldn't see the spectrum within it," Emma told the packed room of reporters and scholars. Her voice was bright, her presence a beacon of the "Visual-Harmony" she had spent years perfecting. "Magic isn't a weapon. It’s the highest form of light. It’s the way the universe breathes. This book is for the child wh