'This world really is very different from Earth.'
If two thousand years had passed on Earth, it's hard to imagine what it would have developed into.
From the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties to the modern era, the changes would have been world-shaking.
But these people before me are clearly ancients from two thousand years ago.
Yet they don't look all that different from people in the year 5026.
Judging from this, I get the feeling that this world's rate of progress isn't very fast.
Just then, Lu Cang looked toward a Mage in the distance.
'Magic he has mastered: Tier One magic Fireball at Level 3 Skill Proficiency, Thunder Strike Skill at Level 4 Skill Proficiency... Tier Two magic Thunder Bombing Skill at Level 5 Skill Proficiency, Tier Three magic Thunderstorm Circle at Level 7 Skill Proficiency, Tier Four Flesh and Blood Magic Blood Cocoon at Level 3 Skill Proficiency...'
This Mage only knew a total of ten spells.
