Jean, who was still an apprentice in spells at Onuma. It's a pity that he's smart and studious, and he's really sorry for his talent for spells.

However, by chance, he was "lucky" to be able to follow Onuma's most famous "Poison Professor" to continue to study and explore the inherent potential of the "poison curse" branch of the spell system.

The Professor firmly believes that the origin of spells born from chaos is more than just fire, burning, heat, or destruction. Although the first impression of the spell is that of a scorching fire.

"Professor Poison" hated the fire, and it was hard to imagine a sorcerer repelling flames, but he just didn't bother to cast any fireball of any size in any situation.

However, some speculated that it might have something to do with the charred half of his body, which caused him to not want to go near anything that glowed.

I'm afraid that getting close to a spell flame of any size will make his twisted scar ache faintly. Perhaps only toxins can paralyze and relieve his pain, including his inner one.

Of course, toxins are not a cure. More often than not, he still enjoys the suffocation, torture and destruction of the "test subject" brought by the toxin.

As he said, it was a great pleasure just to watch those guys change their colorful faces in his carefully formulated venom.

He had been tormented by the flames for too long, and now he believed that toxins were the best choice for torture and pain compared to flames.

Jean, to be honest, almost became the guinea pig of "Professor Poison" in the first place, so much so that before every meal, he was nervous that the meal in front of him must have been "spiced" by the teacher.

It wasn't until he had swallowed all the food on his plate with trepidation, and ten minutes later, that he felt like he had one more day to live, as he had for the rest of his life.

Jean believed that anyone who had experienced a meal suddenly swelled into a huge blood ball around him, and then "Bang! Splashing into your bowl, everyone would have treated the meal as a form of torture.

And "Professor Poison" likes nothing more than to eat with his apprentices and take a 10-minute nap after the meal......

In Onuma, this kind of thing is not new at all, and as an apprentice of Onuma's spells, it is not too ugly to die like this.

After all, it wasn't unfounded that Onuma was rejected by the world, and it wasn't entirely the slander of Piheim's group of mages. In comparison, however, Piheim's mage apprentice was much luckier.

Jean has been unlucky for half his life, and has been bullied by others for half his life, maybe the god of spells finally has the leisure to take pity on this poor fellow.

Not only did he not die, but he was favored and appreciated by the "Fierce Poison Professor", and even became the right-hand man of his right-hand man.

The reason is probably that it is difficult for him to release a simple spell fireball, but it makes his hand so poisonous, no wonder the professor likes him so much.

Since then, Onuma's spell waste has become a poison curse genius who has found another way to successfully counterattack, and even won the crown in the 79th Onuma Apprentice Spell Cup.

But this just laid the groundwork for what happened later, so much so that until now he has always thought that he was the one who caused the teacher. It was he who made the "poisonous curse" a heretic of Onuma, a heresy among heretics!

Onuma is home to a large number of spell factions, and they are enemies of each other unless they are invaded by outsiders. And the reason why they can fight together against foreign enemies is undoubtedly the worship of "Chaos Flame".

Since Zalaman, the god of spells, ignited the flames of chaos in all directions of the Great Marsh, the major spell factions have also come into being.

It wasn't until Professor Poison, Jean, and their Poison Curse, which was no less traditional than spells, rose like a dazzling new star into the lifeless sky of the Great Marsh, that the Flame Believers finally felt threatened.

Eradicating heresy is something that all intelligent creatures love to do, from the Protoss down to the Dwarves.

Not surprisingly, the two fists were invincible to the four hands, and the "poisonous curse", which was only stronger than a newborn baby, was burned and destroyed by the "flames".

The hapless Jean didn't last long, and even became the target of the crowd, until he escaped from the Onuma, determined to follow in the footsteps of Zalaman, the god of spells, to the realm of the gods in search of the true power of spells.

After going through many hardships and dangers, Jean, who has a hard life, finally came to the place that is poured into all beings - God's Domain Rodlan.

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He came at an ill-timed time, which is enough to show that he has always been an unfortunate man, because the disease in the sick village is beginning to rage.

And this disease is far more terrible than the poisonous curse he knows, forcibly turning one person after another into another terrible and deformed monster.

When he first arrived in the village, he happened to meet a guy wearing a red pointed hat and a red robe.

A magician, and a magician who is not hostile to him, a magician who is incredibly friendly to conjurers?

The other side stretched out his right hand to him, shaking hands? Jean was stunned, if he was stunned for another second, the poisonous mist in his hand would have blurred the red-robed mage...... This was the sight of their first meeting.

Lenlva, the name of the red-robed mage; Jean, the name of the Onuma Poison Spellmaster.

It's a pity that after Jean reported his name, Lenlva looked confused, obviously the other party didn't know what a spell poisoner was. Well, after all, the name was decided upon by Jean after consulting with his teacher, not a few days before they were considered heretical.

Lenlva introduces himself as a mage of Little Lund, and he has come to the village to help the people here with healing magic.

What the?! Spells can also heal injuries, and the god of spells is on top! Jean thinks Renlva is making a joke on the gods...... But then he witnessed the other party use magic to help him heal the wound on his arm.

Well, Jean was already deeply shocked at that time, could spells also heal injuries? But this is a spell that even Zalaman can't do!

Lenlva is a good magician, and for some reason, Jean even forgot the purpose of the trip. For a while, Jean had been following his ass from place to place to help the villagers of the sick village.

Watching the villagers who had suffered from their illnesses relieved by the light of magic, and then giving them a look of great gratitude, Jean looked at Lenlva with a happy face, and he was happy himself.

And when I think back to the days when I was in Onuma and spells, why the memories of those enemies and test subjects who were tormented by spells became more and more annoying and even disgusting.

In fact, to say "rescue" is to give Jean a hand, because he doesn't know any spells that can cure diseases. At most, it is to help cremate the bodies of the dead villagers.

As for the poisonous curse he is good at...... It's been a long time since it's been useful.

Seeing that Lenlva was busy all day long, and his cheeks were getting thinner and thinner, Jean felt very uncomfortable, and even began to hate his own incompetence and the uselessness of spells. ()

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