The Primordial Record - Chapter 1205: For My Flame

Crying blood and tears, she pledged a poisonous vow. The gods did not fail her. She was sent back to a decade ago. The legitimate daughter of Jiang family returned from hell.

{WSA ENTRY 2025}___________In a world of mages, where magic is the lifeblood of every human, a young teenage guy; Grey Dawn was unlucky as he wasn't born with an affinity. And when he was off age, he still didn't unlock his affinity and he always got bullied by everyone.But everything changed when a certain unfortunate incident allowed him to unlock his hidden abilities. On the verge of commiting suicide, a powerful entity came to him.“What are you trying to do?”“Commit suicide of course. My life is meaningless without any magic core so what's the point of my life?”“what if I told you that you could practice magic and become the most powerful mage to ever walk the earth?”___________With that fateful encounter, Grey's journey began. One of discovering his hidden affinities, defying his past and seeking to become the greatest mage the world has ever seen.Join Grey as he embarks on a journey of supremacy with his squad of different race and his own power.__________Harem? No; although there are going to be several female interests, there won't be a Harem that I assure you all.OP MC? Yes; although he was weak from the start and always got bullied, he is going to be OP after unlocking at least 2 to 3 affinities so watch out.Action packed fights? YesAcademy? Yes.

After the battle, the beautiful senior sister shyly raised her face in front of you and slowly closed her eyes. At this time, you…

Eh? The choice this time was too simple. Of course, it was four.

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”