In a world where mysticism and steam industry coexist, cursed objects, the Reception Bureau, and Evil God fanatics...
That year, the King was bedridden with illness, the successor was inexperienced, and power slipped away, leaving the empire teetering.
That year, external forces gathered around the empire, and foreign civilizations eyed it covetously.
That year, the prophet delivered a prophecy that the era of civilization was nearing its end.
That year, Ethan arrived at a small town on the outskirts of the imperial capital. To survive in this perilous era, he began practicing Fireball Skill.

Years later, Ethan looked at the meteor falling from the clouds and realized there was a problem.

The beginner Magic he learned seemed a bit off.

In an instant, several unfamiliar faces slowly walked into the study, and Mire-Bloodthorn withdrew into the ranks. Compared to the guards of Bloodthorn Manor, the newcomers exuded an imposing presence, evident at a glance as high-tier Transcendents.


The man in the black cloak glanced at the broken window behind Other Shore and said, "If you're thinking of escaping through the back window, Cedric and the Imperial Army are guarding outside at this moment, so I advise surrender — it will be easier for both you and me."


"Since that day, I've been contemplating the relationship between you and the Witch. Considering how well you understand each other, yet coexist peacefully, there's only one answer..."


Chapter 837 - Chapter 159: Remnants