In a world where mysticism and steam industry coexist, cursed objects, the Reception Bureau, and Evil God fanatics...
That year, the King was bedridden with illness, the successor was inexperienced, and power slipped away, leaving the empire teetering.
That year, external forces gathered around the empire, and foreign civilizations eyed it covetously.
That year, the prophet delivered a prophecy that the era of civilization was nearing its end.
That year, Ethan arrived at a small town on the outskirts of the imperial capital. To survive in this perilous era, he began practicing Fireball Skill.

Years later, Ethan looked at the meteor falling from the clouds and realized there was a problem.

The beginner Magic he learned seemed a bit off.

Miss Keroy tiptoed and nudged her, turning towards a dress adorned with golden edges, seemingly recommending it to her with enthusiasm.


This was a harsh winter, possibly the coldest the imperial capital had experienced in nearly a decade.


The blizzards in the northern regions were becoming more intense. The Hunter's Guild reported several people missing in the snow, but compared to the many major events happening recently, this was destined not to garner much attention.


"Have you heard about what's happening over in Dark Furnace City?"


This was the most discussed topic today.


The assassination of the Chief Priest and Count Jialan has rapidly deteriorated the situation in Dark Furnace City.


"Another riot, huh? Just like before, it'll be suppressed in a few days."


Chapter 172 - Chapter 152: In the Blizzard_2