A long, long time ago, it was an era of constant wars, wars with other races, wars with the same race, and the smoke of war every day became the main theme of the times. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In such an era, the desire to live in peace was basically a luxury, not only because of heavy taxes and military service, but also because of the deterioration of law and order, and the emergence of banditry and banditry, even in the corners far from the battlefield, were still affected by the aftermath of the war.

The origin of the story is a remote mountain village, this small village built at the foot of the mountain is far less difficult to survive than other places because of its remote location, although the life is hard but far from being miserable.

Most of the young people in the village had been uprooted by military service, leaving only one emaciated young man who had not been drafted because of illness, and the young man's name was Jeffrey Liblom, a helpless and lonely man.

Jeffrey Liblom's grandfather was once a minor aristocrat, fleeing the war with his children and young grandsons to a poor rural area where there was nothing, hoping to live a peaceful life. But as if it were fate to not be happy, my grandfather died of illness shortly after arriving in the village, and my parents died early due to hard work and illness, leaving Jeffrey alone.

Jeffrey's daily life is very simple, relying on the medical knowledge taught to him by his parents, he is also a little prestige in this small village, treating headaches and brain fever for the villagers on weekdays, and doing odd jobs such as helpers when he can't open the pot, which is okay.

The hard days have continued, and Jeffrey takes it for granted that this kind of life will continue forever, like this every day to run for life, and after a while, marry the hunter's daughter, who is known as the first beauty in the village but is actually not as good-looking as Jeffrey's own, give birth to a daughter or son, and continue to live such a plain life now.

This is when change comes.

One autumn harvest was very bad, deserters from an unknown place formed robbers to sack the small village, slaughtering the whole village for the sake of coarse grain that was not enough for a month's ration for the whole village, except for Geoffrey, who thought that all of them had been killed, and the reason why he was not killed was only because he hid under the bed immediately after hearing the screams, and the robbers fled after robbing the food, and did not search carefully at all.

After the robbers left, Jeffrey crawled out from under the bed, trying to find the survivors among the corpses all over the ground, but it was in vain, the robbers were not good at robbing, but they were very good at killing, and the whole village did not leave a single living except for Jeffrey, who was not found.

Sitting in the middle of a pile of corpses, Jeffrey stared blankly at the sky. His parents had left him, and now his neighbors and friends had left him, and the emptiness had overwhelmed him before he felt angry, and loneliness was like the darkness that had not swallowed him up everywhere.

It was the great god who opened his arms to such a Geoffrey.

The gods descend to the sad and empty Jeffrey and tell him that he is special, a hero who can save the world.

Jeffrey was stunned by the sight that appeared only in myths and legends, and he even wondered if he was dreaming when he looked at the great and holy being in front of him, but the power that flowed from the god's fingertips into his forehead proved the truth of the matter.

After handing over the power to Jeffrey, the gods left, leaving Jeffrey alone in the village covered in corpses and blood.

Powerful power roamed through Jeffrey's body, and he could feel that he was getting different little by little, that something fundamental had changed, and in the face of such a change, Jeffrey felt ...... Fear.

Jeffrey Liberm is just an ordinary mortal, a mortal who has no brilliance and is afraid of the unknown, even if the powerful power can make him get more benefits from a better life in this troubled world, but the first time he comes into contact with it, he still feels resistance.

Resistance was useless, Jeffrey could not expel this power, he could only let it go, neither actively use it nor refrain from using it, this childish disregard was the only way he could come up with.

Having lost his place, Jeffrey begins a purposeless journey in order to survive, not knowing where he wants to go, maybe a place that will allow him to survive.

Traveling in troubled times is boring, and hardships and dangers are constantly springing up like a spring that will never run dry, and Jeffrey has experienced many times more hardships in his travels than in the village, and these hardships make him want to give up, but at this moment, he meets a half-grown teenager.

The half-grown boy who looked like he had not yet reached adulthood knelt on the ground with a sluggish expression, his eyes full of despair and jealousy and horror, tears and nose mixed with dirt and dust stuck to his face, looking extremely embarrassed. What made the boy so embarrassed was a group of mountain trolls, brainless beasts, but despite their brainlessness, the strength and ferocity of the behemoths and the habit of treating humans as food still made these beasts a nightmare for humans.

Jeffrey could already imagine the boy being eaten like a domestic animal by these man-eating monsters.

Just as the boy was about to die at the hands of the mountain trolls, Jeffrey made a move. He didn't remember what he was thinking at the time, maybe it was pity for the boy, maybe he saw his own shadow in the lonely figure of the boy, in short, he had rushed out when he came back to his senses.

The power that had never been used before churned as if it had found an outlet, so much so that Jeffrey himself could not control it, but at the same time, Jeffrey also felt the strange control he had over that force, which was as coordinated as directing his own hands and feet. It won't be long before Jeffrey learns that this power is magic.

The high concentration of magic power was released and turned into flames under Geoffrey's subconscious control, and the flames of this magic power swept the mountain trolls into it. Incineration, incineration, incineration, incineration became the keynote of this space.

By the time Geoffrey recovered from the shock, it was all over, and the trolls, the land, and the forest were all burned in the flames of mana, leaving nothing but a mess.

I don't know when, the boy woke up, his eyes shining with touching emotion, which was a mixture of emotion, admiration, awe and fanaticism.

Before the shock of the powerful force had gone away, Jeffrey saw the boy's eyes, which did not make him feel uncomfortable but made him feel a sense of superiority that he had never felt before.