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.

It hasn't been this lively here for a long time.


The Forbidden Guard and the Imperial Army have gathered here, creating such an oppressive atmosphere that the prison guards, who were accustomed to shouting and boasting, didn't dare to breathe loudly.


Because today the prison had received a few high-profile individuals.


And the Chancellor of the empire, Balmon-Margaret. When the Chancellor was brought in, he was in a terrible state, having lost an arm, his face ashen from blood loss, nearing unconsciousness. Upon his arrival, the Eldest Prince's attendants immediately called for the prison medical staff to the interrogation room.


This is their specialty, in this prison where torturing prisoners is a delight, the medical staff encounter many bewildering wounds every day, a missing arm is not considered a serious injury here.


Balmon's condition soon stabilized, but the prison guards thought that fainting might have been easier for him.


Chapter 842 - Chapter 161