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The death row dungeon, located in the civilian area of the imperial capital of Buffia, is filled with the stench of rancidity and despair, and the smell of the dead.

Sixteen-year-old Albert Violet, in cold, heavy shackles, leaned against a dark, damp corner. He stared at the cold wall, stunned, as if he was thinking about something, but more like crazy.

Sometimes he smiled, sometimes frowned, sometimes gritted his teeth.

Albert is an orphan like no other who has never seen his parents since he was born.

It's strange, even weird, but it's an indisputable fact. The reason is actually very simple, he is no different from a human in appearance, but he was born from an egg.

The particularity of his life is destined to be extraordinary. He has rare red hair, and his eyes are as dark as ink, as if they contain a starry sky. His mind was far beyond his age, and he was born like a child of four or five years old, and he had an extraordinary memory. His strength is amazing, and his physical strength is even comparable to that of a one-star martial artist, but unfortunately, he can't condense his vitality. It's like a stubborn stone, hard in itself, but unmalleable.

His magical talent was enviable, and he reached the standard of magical cultivation at the age of nine.

At that time, he could be described as a smash hit. Admission to the Buffia Royal Academy of Magic, located in the southern city of the Imperial Capital, is the Bagfia Empire's Magical Talent Education Center.

In the continent of Atlantis, where hundreds of tribes live side by side and wars are constantly torturous, magicians have become one of the noblest professions due to their well-known destructive power.

The conditions for becoming a magician are extremely demanding and require a fairly high level of mental talent. With a population of 600 million, there are less than 100,000 magicians, so every magician is a great genius, and Albert, who is known as a magical genius, can be called the best of geniuses. Not only are they sought after by countless noble heirs, but they are also favored by big people.

Seeing the prosperity of the imperial capital, Albert began to dream of a prosperous life after becoming a magician. I also dream of one day being able to stand at the peak of the Demon Dao and be admired by hundreds of millions of people.

However, it didn't take long for his nightmare to begin.

A "Notice of Withdrawal" shattered all Albert's hopes and illusions.

His elemental affinity is pitifully low, and after three full years of studying at the Academy of Magic, he still can't perceive any of the natural elements.

Over time, the heirs of the nobles who flattered him and complimented him uncovered their ugly faces. began to abuse him, spit on him, and even worse, beat him up every once in a while.

Bidding farewell to a brief magical journey, Albert leaves the Academy of Magic, which gave him dreams and nightmares, and returns to the world of ordinary people. A small town on the edge of the Baffia Empire, he continues his life as a hunter with his adoptive father, an elderly lame hunter. Albert had thought that he would return to his ordinary life and continue to be mediocre from now on.

But the goddess of fate played tricks on him again.

The bad news came that his adoptive father was suffering from sepsis. Due to lack of money for treatment, he eventually passed away.

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Retracting his thoughts, Albert struck out with lightning and held the rat passing by him in his hand.

Looking at the rat struggling in his hand, his breath getting weaker and weaker, his hand loosened slightly, allowing the hapless rat to breathe.

Albert had a dilemma in his heart.

To eat, or not to eat, this is a question worth pondering.

This may be his last chance to taste meat, and his stomach is complaining, pleading. But at the same time, his reason resisted and did not allow him to eat this rodent, which carried a large number of germs.

After much hesitation, Albert failed to kill the killer and returned his freedom to the hapless rat.

Looking at the poor worm fleeing in a hurry, Albert fell into the memory again.

Obviously, his real purpose was not to eat.

Albert just wanted to find a way to distract himself from the unpleasant things. Unfortunately, this method did not work.

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Shortly after his adoptive father's death, Albert returned to the bustling and extravagant capital of Buffia, but not as a magical genius.

He became an apprentice in a blacksmith's shop, working a heavy and boring job for a meager salary of 35 copper coins a week. If it weren't for the 'kind' blacksmith shop owner, this money would not have been able to fill his stomach.

"Despicable civilian, how much does this fine iron dagger cost?"

A voice sounded, and Albert, who was dressed in inferior linen clothes, put down the heavy blacksmith's hammer, raised his head and said lightly: "Fifteen silver coins." ”

Such a discriminatory term is not unpleasant to people living at the bottom of society.

Albert looked at the visitor, and the young man was dressed in a black magic robe, and a bronze coat of arms was worn on his left chest, on which were depicted two six-pointed stars. From this, it can be judged that this is a two-star magician.

Warriors and magicians are divided into one to nine stars and three levels of bronze, silver, and gold, with one to three stars being bronze magicians, four to six stars being silver magicians, and seven to nine stars being gold magicians. Mages of different ranks will wear coats of arms of the corresponding material, and will also depict the number of six-pointed stars corresponding to the star rating.

Behind the boy were two burly young men of about twenty years old. The two of them were respectful, obviously acting as followers.

When Albert saw the young man's face, he couldn't help but be stunned, and his expression became a little unnatural.

The first boy named Darth is a student of the same class as Buffia School of Magic, a gifted magical genius, and the son of a nobleman.

Albert was very impressed with Das, but they were by no means friends. As a magical genius, Darth should have been sought after by countless people, but unfortunately the unlucky Darth enrolled in the same class as Albert, so that Darth was robbed of all his light by Albert, and Darth has always held a grudge against him. When Albert was defined as a magical idiot, Das retaliated, often humiliating and even fighting. Albert was beaten at the Academy of Magic, most of which was caused by Darth.

I didn't expect them to meet again after four years, and it's really a narrow road.

"What a coincidence, dear magical genius. Das looked at Albert for a moment, then put on a mocking smile, playing with the dagger on the counter, and sneered, "Oh, no, now I should call me a magical idiot, or a lowly gentleman." I'm right, pathetic little mongrel. ”

Albert smiled nonchalantly, lowered his head, picked up his blacksmith's hammer, and continued to beat the red-hot metal.

He had long been accustomed to this level of humiliation.

However, that doesn't mean he can't beat Darth.

The difference in strength between cultivators from one to three stars was not particularly disparity, especially when the terrain was favorable. Albert, whose physical strength is comparable to that of a one-star martial artist, may not lose to Darth in such a small space.

It's just that in the high-class continent of Atlantis, the status of nobles is much higher than that of commoners. Even if the commoners were beaten and scolded by the nobles, they could not resist, and there was nowhere to redress their grievances. The nobles only had to pay a few gold coins as compensation, and they did not have to bear any legal responsibility even if they killed the commoners. Because the Barfiya Empire, and even the entire continent, are in the hands of the nobility.

The laws of the hierarchy were nothing but weapons for the nobility to defend their rights and interests.

"Are you deaf, can't you hear Master Darth talking to you?" the attendant behind Das glared angrily and pointed at Albert's nose and cursed.

Das nodded, cast an approving look at his follower, and said, "Albert, do you think I'll let you go if you're deaf and dumb?" ”

Albert still didn't speak, nor did he look up, as if he hadn't heard Darth. But the hand holding the blacksmith's hammer trembled slightly, as if he was a little scared, more like he was choosing something. As much as he wanted to rush up and beat Darth and teach this nobleman a lesson, reason stopped him.

Blasphemy against the nobility was a capital offense, and Albert did not want to die yet.

He dreamed of becoming a noble and wealthy magician, and came to the imperial capital to work in order to save enough for the high tuition of fifty gold coins, and to study at the magic academy at his own expense.

Although it is difficult to save enough money in his life, it can at least give Albert's gloomy life a ray of light.

For the sake of his dream, Albert once again chose silence and patience.

"Don't you want to say something? Hehe, well, for your obedience, I won't let you die a miserable death. Das looked teasing, very satisfied with Albert's reaction, and in his opinion, Albert was scared. But this is not enough, only Albert's permanent absence can dispel his hatred. "Kill him. Darth said in a deep voice.

As soon as Das's words fell, the two attendants then grabbed the long swords on the shelves and rushed straight at Albert.

One of the attendants swung his sword, and Albert raised his blacksmith's hammer to block the blow. Just then, another attendant raised his foot and kicked him several meters away, hitting him against the wall.

Looking at the embarrassed Albert, the three of them laughed wildly and did not continue to shoot, as if they were enjoying the pleasure of torturing people.

Albert raised his head and looked at the three with distorted faces expressionlessly, and the murderous intent rose in his heart. It seems that Darth is really bent on killing him. From childhood to adulthood, he would swallow any grievances and never make enemies of others. This is true when he is down, and it is also true when he is in the limelight. But no matter how much he backs down, there are still people who see him as a thorn in their side.

He didn't know why.

But-

Since concession and silence cannot be exchanged for respect and understanding, he will use his fists to defend what little dignity remains.

Even if it costs a life!

"Die!"

Albert roared hysterically, stood up on the ground, raised his foot and kicked one of his henchmen to the ground. He then picked up the blacksmith's hammer and smashed it at another henchman.

"Bang!"

The hammer and sword struck each other, and the sound of gold and iron intersecting was heard, and some sparks burst out.

Albert took half a step back, unscathed.

The attendant screamed in pain and fell to the ground. The long sword came out of his hand, and the hand holding the sword cracked, and blood flowed everywhere.