On the azure sea, the waves shimmered, perfectly matching the pure white clouds in the sky, blending together at the horizon where water met sky.
Suddenly, a black spot appeared between the water and sky, growing bigger and bigger.
That's a boat!
A simple, two-story wooden boat.
*Squeak!*
The young man pushed open the door and came out. Looking at the muscular figure exercising on the deck, he smiled helplessly.
"There are still two hours before we reach the Eastern Continent—Ishgar. Why don't you prepare properly?"
"There's nothing to prepare for."
The muscular figure exercising replied casually, continuing to do push-ups while sweating profusely.
If someone came closer, they would notice golden magic lines covering the sturdy figure's body, radiating a faint oppressive aura.
But only the boy and this strong figure knew:
What do these golden magic patterns represent?
They represent five times the gravity!
Ordinary people can hardly imagine this.
However, for the two teenagers in front of them, they were obviously used to it.
So the young man glanced once at the extent of the man's exercise, then looked away and casually waved his hand.
A green magic circle instantly took shape.
Vines sprang up on the wooden boat's floor and intertwined to form a deck chair.
"Well, this really is the most leisurely time to read books like this," the young man sighed leisurely, lying down on the chair and taking out a book.
However, the rattling sound of pages turning was enough to amaze anyone. The boy sitting on the recliner did not know when his blood-red eyes revealed themselves, as he kept turning and scanning the writing on the pages.
Although Sharingan originally belonged to another world, when the young man transformed this power into magic, his eyes would never be as simple as before.
Amazing eyesight, memory ability, insight, keen perception of magic power, an increase in magic power, and the ability to instantly cast phantom magic were enough to drive any magician crazy.
This is also why the Nine Great Kingdoms had to keep him—they believed the Sharingan secrets taught by the young man were definitely not that simple.
Of course, they were all right.
However, they are all dead!
Oh, by the way, it was the man doing push-ups on the deck who was personally killed by Riven, the general appointed by the kings of the Nine Kingdoms to lead the White Magister Legion.
However, Kaelen, who was exercising, turned a blind eye to the boy's nearly light-speed flipping of pages. He had long been used to it. Moreover, those eyes—
*Swish!*
The pitch-black eyes instantly turned blood red, and a round of pitch-black gouyu slowly oozed out.
The exhausted man regained some energy in an instant and continued his exercise.
There was only one thought on his mind now:—
Train your body to that level as soon as possible.
That is, to be strong enough to withstand the dragon slayer magic added by the boy.
Because he wants to slay the dragon!
...
The wooden boat slowly leaned against the coast, but the once prosperous coastal city had turned into an empty ruin, as seen from the mess and blood on the shore.
"Damn dragons!" Kaelen cursed angrily. Who else could have done this except the giant dragons?
Riven didn't care too much; his black eyes only glanced at the mess on the coast, then withdrew and walked toward the city center.
"Where are we going?" Kaelen asked curiously. His original armor had long been replaced by a magic robe specially made by the boy, with a gravity magic circle engraved on it so he could exercise at any time.
*Swish!*
The young man said nothing. He swiped his slender palm in front of his body, and a black silk appeared instantly, casually draped over his shoulders and fastened with a lock.
The white-haired boy's body was wrapped in an exquisite magic robe like silver, with a touch of black silk on the front. The wide hem of the robe fluttered in the wind, and the scarlet eyes behind it could be vaguely seen.
Does this make any sense?
Kaelen didn't understand.
However, the young man seemed to notice his doubts. Endless coldness surged in his eyes, but he smiled softly.
"Just like you, I also have a person I hate so much that I must kill him before I can rest."
Kaelen hesitated for a moment and couldn't help asking,
"May I ask who that person is?"
After all, with the strength the boy now showed—enough to dominate the entire Ishgar human race—who could be his enemy?
"Black Mage—Zeref!"
The indifferent words fell, causing Kaelen's pupils to shrink suddenly. He looked at the young man in disbelief.
Black Mage?
And the boy in front of him claimed to be a white mage?
Could it be that—
"That's right, it's exactly what you think it is," Riven said lightly. Then he looked forward and walked slowly.
"Let's go. The real war is about to begin."
"War?"
Kaelen didn't know why, but he immediately followed the boy and asked tentatively,
"Are we looking for the Black Mage?"
"No, we are looking for someone who wants to kill the Dragon Family just like you."
At the end of this, the boy laughed.
"Maybe he's not human anymore."
"Not human?"
"That's right. A half-dragon."
...
*Boom!*
The tavern door was suddenly pushed open, and loud, rowdy voices rushed out, causing the man to frown slightly.
If he had seen the drunkenness inside the tavern the first time he returned to the Eastern Continent, he would not have believed it.
But now, he was used to it.
The man stepped aside slightly, allowing the young man behind him to come into view.
The exquisite magic robe immediately attracted attention from some people, but they retreated under the oppressive black eyes.
Everyone in the tavern was immersed in the dream the wine gave them. After all, Ishgar was extremely dangerous now—dragons raged everywhere, leaving no chance for humans to survive.
So drunkenness and dreams of death were common.
There was no sign of the tavern owner behind the counter—he might be dead or fled.
Only in a remote corner, a man wrapped in a black robe quietly drank.
Along the way, Kaelen had learned much about Ishgar—for example, the queen who created dragon slayer magic, or the legend of the half-dragon who slaughtered dragons.
And that half-dragon was called—
**Acnologia!**
The young man stepped forward, staring at the black-robed figure, a light smile on his lips.
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