Starting with the goblin extermination

Chapter 118 Heroic Talent

Uranus year 330, Old Royal City, Duke's Palace.

Kosca watched as the intricate and magnificent spires of the old royal city were dyed blood red by the setting sun.

He returned to the past, the curse of the school causing him to become another person in his dreams, a man named Archiros.

Akiros strolled through the courtyard of the ducal palace. From above, the ancient capital resembled a decaying behemoth. Noble carriages moved back and forth along the avenues paved with white jade and gold. The cries of the common people were drowned out by the beautiful tolling of bells.

Everywhere there were suffocating schemes and lavish banquets.

He preferred to stay in the Duke's courtyard rather than engage in empty pleasantries with others in the decaying palace.

At the other end of the courtyard, a dark figure stood holding a staff. Although the figure's true face was obscured, the beautiful sound of the figure chanting incantations could still be clearly heard.

The next second, icy frost and snow materialized out of thin air, instantly freezing the huge fountain in the center of the courtyard, and even the leaves falling from the air were sealed in pure ice blue.

Although it wasn't the first time Akiross had seen it, he still felt a sense of awe and reverence.

That was Frost Serpent's fifth-circle spell, [Coffin of Extreme Cold].

The self-proclaimed noble old sorcerers in the palace spent their entire lives consulting countless materials and conducting thousands of deductions before they could barely grasp the basics of this magic.

His student, having witnessed the monster unleash its power once before its death during a hunt just half a month ago, perfectly replicated it.

Thinking of this, Archiros felt sorrow for those old men who had spent their lives studying, and even for himself.

Magic comes from monsters, and combat skills come from monsters.

This is the first lesson every court mage learns before entering school, and it is also the secret of this world. In ancient times, when the first generation of heroes accidentally extracted and learned magic and combat skills from monsters, the gears of civilization truly began to turn, and nations were established one after another on the continent overrun by monsters.

And now, this young man, with superhuman talents like those of ancient heroes, is the one who will change the world.

Akiros firmly believed this.

The shadowy figure patted the shards of ice off its hands and waved to Akiros before casting its next spell.

Akiros smiled and nodded, then continued to look down over the entire old royal city.

He was his student, even... more like his son.

From the time he was brought into the Duke's mansion at the age of six, and from the time he broke down in tears, Archiros had always been by his side.

Damn it, he chuckled bitterly and stroked his beard. When had he ever had this much patience with his own son?

His gaze swept across the city. On the widest avenue of the capital, a glamorous woman in a long black velvet dress, surrounded by hundreds of guards and fanatical civilians, rode a tall horse slowly into the Arc de Triomphe.

That was the gate of glory that the residents of the capital spontaneously built for the king.

Throughout history, three heroes who saved the kingdom have passed through this gate.

And now, she is the fourth.

Discherdia.

That's the name of that alluring woman.

Akiros frowned. His student had been getting too close to this dangerous woman lately.

He understands that it's a process everyone has to go through to become a man.

But why this woman?

Why would she go to such lengths to get close to the Duke's illegitimate son?

Poisonous woman.

He felt uneasy about this woman. He didn't want his son, or rather, his student, to be entangled with a woman covered in blood.

But this precocious child was always very opinionated, and his ideas could not be swayed even by his mentor, Archiros.

"teacher."

His beloved students are calling for him.

Before he could finish speaking, a blinding ball of light shot out from a corner of the courtyard toward Akiros.

In a moment, a semi-transparent shield unfolded in front of him, just enough to deflect the ball of light into the sky.

This was just a little playful interaction between the master and his apprentice.

Even though the student was exceptionally gifted, Archiros was still his teacher. Although he didn't know how long he could maintain this high position, at least for now, he still had something to teach the young man.

He chanted the incantation quickly in a low voice.

The air in the courtyard suddenly became heavy, and the dark figure in the distance stiffened abruptly.

But the student immediately reacted, unleashing an even more powerful spell on his teacher. Just as a rift tearing through space appeared beside Akiros, poised to engulf him, a warm memory abruptly ended.

"Koska!"

Time stood still completely.

Akiros, or rather Koska, suddenly noticed that the entire space-time before him had lost its color, turning into a deathly gray-white.

In mid-air, a blurry old man's face vaguely appeared in the frozen, dark crack.

He could only make out the gray pupils on the face.

But that was enough for Kosca to realize that he was in a dream.

However, Archiros's memories are too vast and heavy. To rashly impersonate someone who is already dead is suicidal. He will eventually forget who he is.

"Koska! How's the seal going?!"

"Koska!!!!"

Simara's roar finally reminded Kosca of where he was.

He is, Archiros... no, he is Koska.

The Gray-Eyed Mage, a chronicler of history.

"I'm here, Simala." He rubbed his throbbing temples.

"You're drunk again."

Koska was not prepared to defend himself.

It's not a bad thing to let your teacher think you're always drunk.

Moreover, given that he had something he wanted to hide.

"Have you found him? Our hope."

Or they are playthings that you are trying to control.

Kosca muttered to himself, but then immediately dismissed the thought when he remembered that Shimara was very good at mind reading.

"No, teacher."

He paused, his tone becoming heavy.

"But I examined the seals on the Tallinn ruins."

"How is the situation?"

"It's already been opened, and there's no way to fix it. We can only wait until it fully erupts before resealing it."

"A little test? Those white maggots."

"Yes, teacher."

"Continue to wait, and once it fully erupts, immediately reapply the seal."

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Simara looked at Kosca sternly, intending to remind him of the organization's true purpose.

"But do not forget your mission, Kosca."

"Find the people who will change the world."

The two of them recited the ancient proverb in unison.

The dream shattered suddenly.

Koska suddenly opened his eyes.

dark.

A strong smell of blood.

Countless towering spires stood silently above his head.

He was lying inside the enormous carcass of a dragon and serpent, the crimson flesh rubbing against his body—Kosca's masterpiece.

He endured the headache and struggled to stand up.

A blinding white crack was flashing with an ominous white light before his eyes.

Through the light screen, one could see clumps of twisted monster flesh growing continuously inside the cracks.

Koska knew that, as time went on, monsters even more powerful than the dragon-serpent would emerge from it, carrying abundant magical power, squeezing out the living space of all adventurers in the entire Tallinn Ruins and the entire Ash Forest.

Countless innocent people will die as a result.

Kosca raised his hand, trying to stitch up the fatal rift, but his fingers went straight through the white light and he found nothing. He lowered his head in anguish.

A tremendous sense of powerlessness overwhelmed him completely.