Hell Fire!!
Garagz!!
Gwarp!!
The sound of magic clashing and the screams of the students of Crenia Academy echoed through the air.
This world is not an ordinary world.
A world shrouded in magic, curses, and powers beyond human comprehension.
It all began 3,500 years ago, in the Year of Miwa, when a cataclysmic war erupted.
A war that did not just involve one world—but multiple dimensions, countless races, and powers incomprehensible to ordinary humans.
Khayangan – the realm of gods and goddesses, descending into the battlefield to punish all they deemed unworthy.
Kaihros – the death forest, teeming with savage, wild, bloodthirsty monsters.
Mortis – the infernal kingdom where the Demon Kings reside, devouring worlds with their cruelty.
Cyvier – the shadowed lands, where vampires hide in darkness and hunt in silence.
And humans—weak, fragile, yet always dragged into the currents of destruction—
along with countless other creatures and races too numerous to name.
Behind Khayangan, God and the Angels guarded the fate of the world, hidden behind the eternal veil of the sky.
Yet, this war was not merely about power.
Beneath all the chaos lay something far darker:
Oxlone – the Force of Beginning and End, capable of shaping worlds… or destroying them in an instant.
Demon Kings, gods, monsters, even humans—all sought that power.
Crenia Academy stood in the midst of a fragile peace—a place of training, and preparation for the inevitable.
And among its hundreds of students,
there was one…
Someone who should not have been involved…
Yet fate… compelled them.
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The story shifts to the present.
The chirping of birds filtered through the slightly fogged glass window. In the distance, the pounding footsteps and bustling voices of new students filled the main courtyard of Crenia Academy—the gathering place for young magic users from all over the world.
My name is Free. I have no family name.
Ever since losing my memory, I've lived alone. But… ever since being accepted into Crenia Academy, somehow, I felt that my loneliness might finally come to an end.
"Free! Where have you been? Class is about to start!"
A voice called from afar. I turned and saw a figure with messy orange hair running toward me.
"Sorry, sorry!" I called hurriedly.
That was Gil. My first friend here.
"What were you doing just now?" he asked, looking slightly annoyed.
"Nothing… just enjoying the atmosphere of the first day," I replied softly.
"Just that? Huh, you really are weird." Gil sighed.
I asked what the first lesson would be, and Gil explained that it was Magic Practice.
We walked together toward the field used for practice.
"I don't get it… it's our first day, and we're jumping straight into practice?" Gil looked confused and irritated.
"That… is weird, right?" I asked innocently.
"Seriously? Usually we start in class, introductions, not straight into magic practice!" Gil explained.
I just nodded slowly. Gil shrugged and muttered, "Ugh… I knew you were strange."
In the practice yard, a burly man stood tall in front of the students. His voice boomed.
"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Boger gä Pòlen. Today is your first class. It may seem strange to start directly with practice, but you must understand—after the Great War of the past, this world is unstable. Therefore, real training is necessary. Today, I and Instructor Zen will guide your practice class."
I looked at Gil. "By the way, Gil… what's the name of that war?"
"The War of the End," he answered seriously.
"It happened 3,500 years ago, in the Year of Miwa. A war that involved nearly every race for a great power."
"What power? And why is it called the Final War?" I asked curiously.
A calm voice answered from beside us,
"Information about that power is kept secret by the Kingdom. But the war recorded the highest casualties in history. Even some races went extinct. That is why it is called the 'Final War.'"
Gil and I turned at the same time. "You…?"
"My name is Seria vi Keyras," she replied succinctly.
Gil went pale. "Keyras? You're the daughter of Grohen vi Keyras?"
Seria nodded. "Of course."
I raised an eyebrow. "Who?"
Gil looked at me, astonished. "Seriously, you don't know? The Keyras family is one of the Kingdom's military leaders. Their ancestors fought in the Final War."
"Oh… I see. My name is Free. Just an ordinary student."
"My name—"
"You're Gil dù Vänsbor, right?" Seria interrupted quickly.
"E-eh? How do you know?"
Seria smiled faintly. "Your family is famous in alchemy."
I chuckled softly. "So you're impressive too, Gil…"
"Ah, that's just my family. I'm not as great as them."
Another man with gray hair stood beside Boger. He introduced himself in a calm but firm tone.
"I am Instructor Zen. We will begin basic magic practice. Who knows what magic is?"
A student raised their hand.
"Magic is the power to do the impossible."
Zen nodded. "Correct. Magic helps us achieve what is impossible through ordinary means."
I squinted, trying to understand.
Gil nudged me gently. "That's Hedra brì Jurga. Crown prince of the Jurga kingdom."
"Prince!? Seems like there are a lot of unique students here," I whispered.
Seria murmured, "We are all destined to meet…"
"Well… I guess you're right, hehe." I replied with a small smile.
"Alright, let's begin."
Boger raised his voice. "Your target is that Gemma Stone."
I recognized the stone—formed from the remnants of power from the Final War.
"Ohh, Gemma Stone… it contains energy from the past, right?"
"Anyone should know that." Seria said sharply. "Basic knowledge."
"Well…" I had nothing to respond with—she was right.
Gil patted my shoulder. "Don't worry. You're great."
I looked at him. You really are my friend, Gil…
Students were called one by one. Some displayed extraordinary magical abilities.
I whispered softly, "They're all amazing… I'll never be like that."
"Gil dù Vänsbor!" Zen called loudly.
"My turn. First, okay!" Gil prepared and stepped forward.
"Good luck!" I cheered.
Gil raised his hand, aiming at the Gemma Stone. "Rock Holder!"
A giant hand of stone emerged from the ground, smashing the gem into pieces.
Seria nodded. "Not bad. For an alchemist, that power is considerable."
Gil scratched his head. "That was terrible."
I swallowed hard. That was called terrible? Hahaha… I think I walked into the wrong class…
"Free!" Boger called.
I took a deep breath. "My turn. I'll go first."
"Do your best!" Gil shouted from behind.
I stepped forward with slightly trembling feet. Just as I was about to start…
A strange voice echoed.
"Huh…"
The space around me felt empty…