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.

The man wearing the golden mask blurted out, "I've recently found another dimension with a complete civilization, and there are traces of the Old Gods there... Have you heard of the Chosen Ones? They are humans selected by the Old Gods and are granted some incomplete powers of the rules. I'm planning to capture one and put them on my ship to study them closely."


The Red-haired Girl responded to the man in the golden mask in such a manner.


The treehouse fell into a brief silence. After a moment, the King of Gold turned around, actively picking up a new topic, "What did you mean earlier by implanting a thought in someone else's mind?"


Chapter 642 - Chapter 46: Off Duty (2)