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**Chapter 1 – The White Mage**
*Step, step!*
The sound of orderly footsteps echoed across the crimson ground, accompanied by the sharp clash of armor. Figures lined up from all directions and came to a uniform stop.
*Boom!*
A long spear fell heavily onto the ground, causing it to tremble for a moment.
*Crash!*
Tens of thousands of troops stood in neat formation, surrounding the open space in the center. The front row parted, and hundreds of people clad in magical robes stepped forward one after another, holding wands or spellbooks in their hands.
"White Mage, lay down your weapons and surrender on your knees."
A muscular man in armor stepped forward slowly, closing the distance to within tens of meters of the figure standing in the center of the open space.
There was no doubt that the man feared that figure.
But the figure surrounded by them was just a white-haired boy wearing an exquisite robe, his eyes as deep as the sea.
"Surrender?"
The young man glanced at the 100,000 troops encircling him without a hint of fear and said lightly,
"Don't speak wild words so easily; it only shows your stupidity."
"Relying on 100,000 troops to make me surrender?"
"You are far too arrogant."
The crowd fell silent, and a faintly oppressive atmosphere filled the crimson land.
Someone shouted angrily,
"White Mage, you are too arrogant! If it weren't for the magic you handed over, you would have been beheaded long ago."
"That's right—obediently surrender with your arms tied, and maybe the kings will spare your life."
"Ha!"
The young man couldn't help but laugh aloud when he heard those words, his tone filled with undisguised disdain.
"You Nine Kingdoms are nothing but a bunch of failures who were frightened by dragons and fled all the way from Ishgar to the Western Continent, yet you dare to rule over me."
"It's true: where there are no tigers, the monkeys call themselves kings."
At that, the boy's dark eyes flickered lightly, and a bone-chilling coldness instantly radiated, sending shivers down everyone's spine.
Only then did they remember that this seemingly harmless young man before them was a top mage who had once destroyed an entire kingdom's army.
Seeing the terrified expressions of the mages, the armored man at the front snorted coldly with disdain. He, who had risen from blood and battle, naturally looked down on these noble magicians.
But after all, they represented the kings of the Nine Kingdoms.
The armored man suddenly narrowed his eyes and stared at the figure in the field.
"White Mage, I will give you one last chance to surrender to the coalition forces of the Nine Kingdoms. I will intercede for you before your Majesties because you are proficient in hundreds of kinds of magic—"
*Swish!*
Three rings of pitch-black magatama slowly bloomed in the boy's blood-red eyes like flowers unfolding, emanating an ominous and strange aura.
The armored man choked and was speechless for a moment. His pupils filled with fear, and the army behind him grew restless.
"Is that the Ominous Calamity Eye?"
"I heard these eyes were created by the White Mage. They enhance magic, create illusions, and confuse people. They are the eyes of the devil."
"Hmph! I don't know about that—it's clearly an extremely rare and powerful eye magic. This war started because the Nine Kings coveted these eyes."
"..."
Even the mages showed fear one after another, but more than fear, greed—the greed for the power these eyes held.
Seeing the restless soldiers, the armored man frowned slightly, raised his hand to suppress the noise, and looked back up at the boy.
"It seems you are going all the way to the dark side."
"Dark?"
The young man smiled coldly as the three rings of pitch-black magatama in his blood-red eyes slowly rotated, reflecting the troops preparing to move in all directions.
Suddenly,
The boy's figure distorted and vanished into thin air, as if merged with the space itself!
Before the armored man could react, a powerful aura of magic erupted from the sky like a surging wave.
The young man reappeared above, his scarlet eyes sweeping coldly over everyone. His expression was indifferent yet arrogant, standing in the sky like a god on a throne.
"Want to run away, White Mage?"
The armored man's face darkened. The White Mage had mastered the magic of flight—this was beyond his expectations—but with so many mages present, the other side would never want to escape.
He signaled behind him, and several magicians began secretly mobilizing their magic, ready to stop the boy at any moment.
But
The young man floated under the clouds out of thin air, showing no intention of fleeing, looking down at the crowd and saying indifferently,
"Escape?"
"That word is too inappropriate. I just want you to see my true strength as a White Mage."
"Let me show you what a real god is!"
An indifferent arc lifted the corner of the boy's mouth, but it made everyone feel no resistance.
"What exactly are you trying to do?"
the armored man cried out.
Only a faint, insignificant sound remained as his words reached the sky, but it still clearly reached the young man's ears.
"How should I put it? It's just punishment."
The corner of the boy's mouth curved slightly, causing the armored man's pupils to shrink.
"Don't worry, it's just a trivial punishment for God's disrespect toward humanity."
As he said this, a silver magic staff appeared out of nowhere in the boy's hand. He lightly tapped the invisible air.
Like a stone falling into a calm lake, a series of golden ripples immediately spread, as if the lake was expanding behind the young man.
"What is this?"
The mages expressed their doubts, never having seen such magic before.
The golden radiance seemed to illuminate the entire sky!
This warm scene resembled paradise, and the soldiers were immersed in its warmth. But the alarm bells rang suddenly in the man's heart. Before he could speak,
An awe-inspiring sight appeared.
Countless small golden ripples appeared on the golden curtain. Golden weapons emerged from the ripples—swords, knives, spears—densely packed behind the young man, facing the 100,000 troops in neat formation.
Each weapon glowed as golden as the sun. The lines and edges were clearly visible, showing they had been condensed by magic to a near-real state.
A dryness rose in the man's throat.
The armored man looked horrified; the alarm bells in his mind rang loudly. Every golden weapon sent a faint but unmistakable sense of danger, and there were hundreds of them.
*Bass!*
A golden spear slowly moved forward with the young man's slight finger movement.
"The entire army—defend!"
A shout came hurriedly from the armored man's mouth. Only then did the soldiers, who had been dazed, regain their senses, their faces pale.
"Three rounds of projection!"
The young man said indifferently.
As the words fell, the golden weapons transformed quickly into bright meteors, launching onto the ground with immense magic power and speed. In an instant, a crater more than ten meters wide blasted open among the army, filled with bloody bones.
*Boom!*
Flames soared!
But this was only the beginning.
*Whoosh whoosh whoosh!*
Countless sounds of shattering skies sounded in rapid succession. The golden torrent quickly covered the entire sky like a meteor shower. The storm's speed left nowhere to hide, and explosions roared one after another.
*Boom boom boom boom boom!*
The crimson horizon was long since covered by the golden bombardment. No one remained safe or sound. All 100,000 troops were caught in the soaring explosions.
The corner of the young man's mouth curled up slightly in a merciless smile.
If they wanted to imprison him just for sharing the Sharingan magic he taught, the Nine Kingdoms deserved to disappear. Otherwise, his Sharingan magic wouldn't have spread across the continent, but it would impact his plan.
Million Sharingan Project!
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