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.

"I will witness your destruction with my own eyes!"


The red-eyed demon in the mirror struggled to maintain a smile, even though the orbital bombardment was soon to descend on the First Special District, reducing all living beings in the city to ashes. The Chief Prosecutor would certainly die, but this was not the outcome it wished to see.


It had not tasted this delicious snack; it never expected the Chief Prosecutor would choose self-destruction rather than letting it succeed.


But at the moment, besides throwing out harsh words, there was nothing else it could do.


All the demons had withdrawn from the First Special District, returning to the starships of the Holy City Navy. More than revelry, they had to help their master eliminate the threat of the tribe.


Chapter 1097 - Chapter 272: The Correct Usage of My Power of Thought