Chapter 9: My Name is Kyre!

Translator: Lei

Proofreader: Masadeer (Japtem) & Lei

“Phew!”

“You’re one impressive lad!”

“Ohhh! We finished the work easily thanks to you, Kyre.”

‘Pant pant! The side effects of mana are… arggh!’

Greatly encouraged by the sight of everyone’s surprised faces, I upturned the field like a crazed colt. Thus came the state of mana exhaustion. Characteristic of spells like Lighten, mana was constantly drained while the spell was being maintained, the result being that I went dry in one hour and only had enough strength to pick up a pair of chopsticks.

‘I don’t have enough mana. I have to expand my circle to the utmost and increase my mana.’

According to the Law of Mana Drainage, differences in the amount of mana in one’s circle were very subtle at first, but as soon as you became an upper circle mage, the differences were like heaven and hell. I was able to fill my circle with mana far more easily than others thanks to the remarkable channeling method Master had taught me, but I couldn’t fill the 4th Circle all the way yet.

“Hans, why don’t you cultivate the land over there? It’s a pretty large area.”

About a kilometer away from the village, fairly expansive plains stretched out unused. The slope was gentle, and from the looks of the thickly growing grass, the plains definitely had good soil as well.

“Our harvest last year was small, so we can’t cultivate it.”

“Huh? What does the harvest have to do with cultivation?”

‘What in the world is he saying?’ I thought, confused.

“Where are you from, lad? Are you not a person of this continent? Or did you come from an island where there aren’t any monsters?”

“Ha, haha! I don’t remember, so I don’t know where I lived.” When something was hard to say, the best excuse was amnesia.

“I see. So that’s why you say such things.” Even as he spoke, Hans gazed at the expansive land with eyes of regret.

‘I’m not a mind reader, so I’ll only know if you say it.”

Once the tilling was done, the women carefully packed away the potatoes. Hans and I were able to rest a bit on the grass.

“There was a drought last year, so the crop harvest, including the potatoes, wasn’t good. We couldn’t catch fish, so we were depending on the field crops…”

‘Why can’t you catch fish? The sea looks perfectly fine.’ I was still puzzled.

“Do you see the Zarre Mountains over there?”

“Yes.”

A number of mountaintops were clustered side by side in the Zarre Mountain range. The range boasted an exceptional appearance that was reminiscent of a man’s spirit.

“There are mountains there and mountains behind our village, as well. And… the monsters and demon beasts that exist in the mountains can easily come to our village.”

‘Wait, so what do demon beasts and monsters have to do with the harvest?’

Instead of explaining things so I could easily understand, Hans sighed regretfully as he spoke. “Besides the taxes we must pay to the lord, we must also acquire potions from the temple.”

“Potions?”

“That’s right. Blessed by the sacred God, potions aren’t just for healing wounds. It’s also precious holy water that greatly repels monsters, especially demon beasts.”

‘Ohh, I see.’

“But usually, a potion only remains effective for a year. So every year, after paying our taxes, we acquire potions with the remaining money. For independent villages like us that don’t receive the lord’s protection, potions are even more necessary. If we don’t put a potion on the land we’re cultivating or on the boat we use to catch fish, there’s no knowing when a demon beast will appear and slaughter us.”

‘That’s ridiculous!’

Hans was saying that farming and catching fish were only possible if potions were acquired with the money left after paying taxes. If the harvest wasn’t good, like it had been last year, then there was less money for buying potions, and that could result in not being able to cultivate the land right in front of you.

“But aren’t there the villagers standing guard over there? Can’t they win against a demon beast?”

“Lad… so you’ve really lost your memory. How could you think that farmers like us can take on demon beasts, which can put up a fight against knights using Aura Blade? The people over there are just there to block monsters like orcs.”

‘Aura Blade!’

No exact knowledge of demon beasts came to my mind.

“But this is the Kallian Continent, right, Hans?”

“…Have you forgotten even that?” The hairy man’s expression went from dumbfounded to pitying.

‘Argh. I’ve become a real birdbrain.’ The one and only Kang Hyuk, the reckless kid who lived with pride, had been reduced to an ignorant amnesiac who only knew his own name.

“Then the potion I drank was…”

“Th-That was a potion we bought the year before last. The Chief was holding onto it because it was a waste to throw it away…”

“Geh!”

‘W-What the hell! Doesn’t that mean I drank a potion that was past the expiration date! Uwaahh!’

“Thanks to you, a potion past its prime didn’t go to waste. Thanks.” Hans, who had briefly turned me into a guinea pig for drug experiments, bowed his head.

‘If… it hadn’t been effective…’

It was a gruesome thought.

“Dad! Come eat lunch~!”

“Let’s go. Our work this morning was quickly finished thanks to you, lad.”

“Yes…”

“I’ll leave the afternoon to you as well. Ahem,” Hans said, dusting his butt as he rose.

“…..” I stiffened in the middle of getting up.

“Maybe it’ll rain tomorrow…” Hans slowly walked towards Cecile and the villagers, avoiding my gaze.

‘I’m not just a birdbrain, I’ve become a cow,’ I lamented, looking woefully at the potato field I had enlarged.

“Haaaah!”

I breathed out a long sigh.

I consumed a potion past its expiration date, but I had to be thankful that I was still alive to tell the tale. There was no use crying over spilled potion, after all.

* * *

‘I can’t live like this! I want to eat meat!’

I was completely labeled as the village livestock and forced to plow for the past three days. I didn’t really mind that, though. I was using magic and repaying my life debt to the people.

But the problem was food. I didn’t know how much the territory tax was, but I could smell the fear in the people, fear that they might not even be able to subsist with grain for meals, much less potatoes.

And so, I decided on an ambitious plan.

It was the grand ‘I’ve Gotta Eat Meat’ plan. If things went on like this, I might die of malnutrition before I had a chance to leave the Kallian Continent.

‘So the thing is, in the past, before there was the big threat of monsters, they hunted and harvested greens in the forest and caught fish in the sea all year round.’

Since I had worked hard to upturn the field for three days, the villagers were friendly to me, and I was able to hear a lot from them. In the past, this Luna Village was quite well-off in the territory. It was, at one point, a village that had a population of over a thousand people. But ten years ago, on Luena’s Moon, a day when monsters became more ferocious, monsters like orcs and ogres appeared and attacked the village.

Because they had always been prepared, the village watch was able to drive away the monsters, but they suffered a massacre from the demon beasts that cunningly appeared like wolves after that. The beasts were able to invade because the brute-force orcs had laid waste to the bottle holding the potion. The village was brought to near destruction, and the survivors were now working hard to cling to life.

‘So they can’t hunt if they can’t buy potions, yeah? Huhuhu.’

They didn’t know, but I was a kind mage who had come from another world. How could a mage like me ignore the village’s crisis?

Flop flop!

‘Ah! Th-That is!’

I was on a seaside cliff where I could see the village in one glance. I discovered the place today, and it was pretty nice. The blue horizon stretched endlessly before me, and I glimpsed something huge suddenly jump above the horizon before flopping back down. My jaw dropped.

“TU-TUNA! Oh my god! It’s tuna!”

Very rarely, when my mother was in a good mood, I was able to taste tuna sashimi. It was only defrosted tuna caught in the Pacific Ocean, but I still remembered the taste.

The tuna’s fatty belly meat, streaked with white stripes, the supreme tuna belly…

That incredible, unforgettable taste of the meat slowly melting in your mouth…

The huge fish that was jumping up far on the horizon was definitely a tuna. I had unknowingly activated Magic Eye, allowing me to confirm it with my own eyes.

“One! Two! Ohhh! This is a sea of tuna!”

Tuna, the luxury fish whose more expensive individuals could reach prices of over 1 million in the neighboring island nation known as Japan! Starved for meat, the sight of the tuna drove me crazy.

“With just one… all the villagers could throw a party.”

I finally began to understand the feelings of the villagers, who couldn’t go catch the tuna despite seeing them right before their eyes. Now it made sense why the vitality in their eyes had disappeared. Not only did land monsters exist, but there were underwater monsters in the water, too. Because they were a number of fairly big ones, you could only catch fish if you had a few potions.

“GRAAAAAAAHH! You’re all dead!”

I had never craved meat this much in my life. No matter how cold-hearted my parents were in disciplining their offspring, they gave me meat at least once every three days.

“This is no time to be sitting around!”

The tuna, shimmering like a mirage before a thirsty man, was something I couldn’t let go.

“The freedom of mana shall soon be the freedom of the wind! Fly!”

Today, after finishing the potato harvest, the villagers had all gone out to the field to sow wheat. Atop the cliff, away from their eyes, I cast Fly.

My body floated into the air with a swoosh.

Flap flap!

Having become a bird, I flew towards the sea. In my hands was the small spear Hans had given me for ‘self-protection.’

* * *

“Have you found him?”

“No! He’s nowhere to be found in the village…”

“Hrgh, this lad, where did he go? Tomorrow, Luena’s Moon will rise.”

Thanks to the black-haired young man who had suddenly appeared in the village, Kyre, the villagers were able to finish the potato harvest early and even sow the wheat. They had all planned on returning home to rest their tired bodies, but when Hans cried out that Kyre had disappeared, everyone set about combing the village. But the young man named Kyre was nowhere to be found.

“S-Surely he didn’t go into the forest, right?”

“Surely not. We seriously warned him that it was dangerous.”

“He didn’t run away, did he?”

“Whaddya mean, run away… it’s not like he racked up a debt with us or anything…”

The two hundred or so villagers were gathered and whispering amongst themselves in the village square, where the Chief’s house was. The sun had dropped at some point and night was about to fall. It was too dangerous for the village watch to go outside and look for him now.

“Kyre….”

As the villagers murmured amongst themselves, Cecile had her hands together and was praying to the Goddess of Mercy while thinking of Kyre. She hadn’t known the boy with uncommon black hair for long, but she had grown fond of him. The smile on his face refreshed her heart whenever she looked at him. Particularly because he had dripped sweat while dragging the plow in place of her father, Kyre was a man to whom Cecile was grateful. She was so grateful to Kyre and sorry that his strength had waned because there was so little to eat these days.

‘Dear God… Please let nothing bad happen.’

Closing her eyes, Cecile prayed to Neran.

“H-He’s here! Kyre’s back!”

“He’s walking from the beach!”

Just then, Kyre’s name came bursting out of the mouths of the several guards standing on the village palisade.

“The beach? Why from such a dangerous place!”

All the villagers swarmed towards the part of the palisade with the door to the beach. Since the people of Luna Village thought of other people’s problems as their own, everyone was sincerely worried about Kyre.

Cecile’s eyes flashed open from praying ardently to god. She grabbed Deron’s hand and ran towards the door facing the beach along with the villagers.

“Hng, hng…!”

‘Argghh! So hard, tch.’

My hunger drove me to fly recklessly above the ocean. Then, like the grandpa main character in ‘The Old Man and the Sea,’ I underwent a desperate struggle to catch tuna. So many tuna were swimming about that the ocean one kilometer away from the village was half water, half tuna.

The problem was that the only weapon in my hands was a feeble spearhead lodged into a sturdy wooden shaft. Moreover, I wasn’t securely in a boat, but maintaining flight magic to catch the leaping tuna—it was as hard as a blind man catching a pheasant with a stone.

I looked for chances and stabbed in vain hundreds of times, all while midair. Whenever my mana dropped, I retreated to the beach to catch my breath, then went flying off again to catch a tuna. I was determined as hell to avoid eating a few potatoes floating about in a clear soup and the teeth-shattering barley bread. And then, I was finally able to stick my spear into the head of a blind tuna.

‘Why’d it have to be such a big one, jeez!’

The problems just kept on coming. The tuna that just happened to get caught by my lame stabbing was easily over 100 kilograms, and I was almost dragged into the ocean by the speared behemoth. It must have been a fellow that had eaten a lot of natural, healthy food, because it was as strong as a bull in heat. As soon as the fish got stabbed and dove into the water, I had no choice but to buckle down and raise my mana output to the max. If things went wrong, I could become fish food while trying to catch it.

Clenching my teeth, I invested all the 4th Circle mana I had and fought desperately to keep the fish from submerging.

And so it went, for a long 30 minutes.

The moment I was about to run out of my once-plentiful 4th Circle mana, the fish went totally slack-jawed and lost its will to live. The sight of that made me cry manly tears, because I had been on the verge of letting go and giving up.

After the boar, this was the second hunt I had won through magic. The happiness of having become a mage who could earn his own meal was indescribable.

‘Phew! I’m finally here.’

Dragging the fish with the spear, I reached the beach. I had no encounters with the sea monsters everyone had warned me about, and I proudly dragged my harvest towards the village. That is, after recovering my mana for a bit and applying the fish with Lighten magic, which I had trained to perfection in the last few days.

“Ma-Madir!”

“Ohhh! Goodness! How long it has been since I last saw a madir!”

“H-How did you catch a madir on your own…?”

‘Geh! W-Why’re they all swarming me?’

Though I had cast Lighten magic, since I had spent half the day overdoing it with flight magic, my muscles were screaming for mercy. I had shouldered the tuna despite the pain with the one resolve to eat meat, so I didn’t realize that people were surrounding me until they were right there.

“Wooow! The young lad Kyre caught a madir!”

“The Chief! Hurry and call the Chief!”

Everyone raised a ruckus. They burst out in cheers and didn’t even think about helping me, going off to find Chief Aves instead.

“Hahh, haaah! Hey, this is heavy, y’know!”

I couldn’t even move because of all the people blocking my way.

Flop.

‘Aish, whatever.’ It could just be washed if a little sand got on it, so I gently laid the tuna onto the ground. But since it was a fairly heavy tuna, it sank deeply into the sand.

“Ohh! A madir was caught? A madir?!”

And, looking at the huge tuna and me, the gap-toothed, old Chief Aves appeared amongst the villagers with such excitement that no one could butt in.

“It’s really a madir! T-The first madir I’ve seen in ten years!”

Chief Aves became incredibly emotional at the sight of the tuna. He didn’t have time to spare a glance for poor me. He would definitely have a fit if he knew that in the 21st century, tuna like this were farmed from the ocean.

‘What a shame. If this was Korea, I could score a jackpot with a Japanese restaurant.’

Far in the distance, the school of tuna was still jumping up. If I were to catch that fresh tuna and sell it, the Japanese would go nuts and rush at me.

“L-Lad, who are you, really?”

Recovering from his tuna shock, Chief Aves looked at me and asked who I was. It wasn’t just the Chief. All the villagers that had rushed over had the same question in their eyes.

“Kyre. Haha! My name is Kyre!”

Scratching my head, I gave a refreshing smile.

‘I’m Kyre, a mage from the 21st century. That’s who I am. Uhahahaha!’

While holding back and hiding the truth I couldn’t reveal within my heart…

* * *

“Kyaa, this is killer!”

I devoured the tuna stew cooked by Cecile, whose cooking skill was ridiculously perfect and deceptive in appearance. Just one tuna had won me immense gratitude from the villagers. The meat was divided into about a hundred parts so each family could have some to eat, and the villagers wept with gratitude over a chunk of meat just larger than a fist. Apparently, madir was a precious food that was hard to catch even ten years ago, so they couldn’t just have a taste of it. And just like that, the tuna I caught gave a small comfort to the villagers who had been losing hope.

“It’s really yummy, Bro! Before, I only admired Dad but now I wanna admire you too!”

The tuna head that was left over after deboning the meat was my share, and with that plump, fleshy head, Cecile made a very tasty fish stew. And for the silly little kid, a few pieces of meat made me his hero.

‘So your pops gets more admiration than a mage, eh. Rascal.’

With the tuna broth bringing joy to my mouth, I contentedly let Deron’s immature remark pass.

“Sigh, it sure was tasty, but if we had sold the madir, it would have helped towards the tax…”

‘Seriously, how much is this tax? All the villagers are moaning and groaning about it.’

“Hans, how much is the tax? Why is everyone so busy worrying about the tax?”

“Sorry. To make even an outsider like you worry about the villagers…” Hans scratched his head.

“I’m hurt, Hans. I, for one, have never thought of the villagers, including you, Cecile, and Deron, as strangers…”

Though it hadn’t been many days since coming to this new world, I was touched by the generosity of these simple people, something you couldn’t easily experience in the 21st century. To save a stranger like me, they gave me the food they had so little of and even a place to sleep. It made me sad that Hans thought of me as a stranger.

“N-No, that’s not what I mean. I just don’t want to burden even you with the troubles of the village. You’re young and overflowing with dreams, after all.”

‘Haaah, you drive me crazy. Just hurry and tell me how much it is.’ I understood how Hans felt, but if you received a sincere act of kindness, repaying it many times over was best. Free was free, and a debt was a debt.

“In kingdom currency, it’s 50 Gold. The tax assigned to our village,” said Cecile quietly in her father’s stead.

“50 Gold?”

‘Wait, Gold sounds like golden coins, but how much is that?’

I didn’t have any clear reference points for this place’s currency, so I looked blankly at Cecile with my eyes wide open.

“A healthy horse is 5 Gold. But as you’ve seen, the things produced from our village are only potatoes, wheat, and leather from the few animals we can catch once in a Lashiar’s moon. We would have made a few gold from the madir we ate today, but…”

[T/N: I’m guessing Lashiar is a deity of fortune, so it’s like ‘once in a blue moon,’ Kallian continent style.]

Hans was sorrowfully grieving the tuna even after eating his fill. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know a tuna wouldn’t come back once eaten, but he was stirring the tuna meat in his bowl with his spoon while looking regretfully at it.

‘Ah, I wish I had the unlimited withdrawal card.’

Right now, I seriously needed the absolutely powerful platinum card that made me instantly love Master. I wanted to withdraw a few million or so at an ATM somewhere.

“Hans, how much would a demon beast cost?”

“D-Demon beast? Hrm, why are you suddenly asking about them?” Hans stared at me open-mouthed at the mention of a demon beast.

“From what I heard, since it takes a knight capable of using Aura Blade to hunt one, it must cost quite a lot, right?”

“The leather of a demon beast demands a high price, of course, but… stop dreaming. I don’t know how you were so fortunate to catch a madir, but demon beasts are creatures of a totally different caliber. Demon beasts descended from the demonic creatures summoned long ago during the Divine War. I heard it takes a few knights to be able to face one.”

‘Demands a high price? Huhu. Alright, that’s exactly it.’ I paid no heed to Hans’ other words.

“Hans, why doesn’t the lord subjugate the demon beasts? The village even pays taxes, so shouldn’t he at least deploy some soldiers?”

“Bro, you’re an idiot, right?” Deron looked up from picking the bones clean of tuna and gave me a pitying look.

“Wh-What?”

“If it were you, would you send knights and soldiers to a worthless village like this when they could even be killed?”

‘Ack…’

I knew kids were scary, but Deron was on a level of his own. He was clever enough to swindle the naive villagers.

“Deron is right. Ten years ago, our village even paid a tax of a thousand gold. Back then, monster hunting mercenaries occasionally took up residence here, and since many merchants came through, dozens of soldiers were dispatched. But… they all died from the attack of the demon beasts, and with the village ruined, the lord lost interest in us. There are probably a hundred other places to help in the territory.”

“But then why do you pay the taxes? With that money, you could live in comfort.”

“We can do that if we want to die for treason.”

“T-Treason?”

‘Isn’t this totally mobster style?’ I had heard that in the Middle Ages, lords played king in their land, but I hadn’t known such a thing was happening even in a place like this.

“By any chance, is there anyone who has ever hunted a demon beast in the village?”

“A demon beast… There’s just one person. He was the village’s top warrior in his youth.”

“Who is that?”

“You know him too. That person is… the Chief.”

“Whaaat! Th-The Chief?”

Chief Aves, who spoke while babbling like a newborn baby and had lost most of his teeth?! It wouldn’t be strange even if he were to die today or tomorrow. I couldn’t believe that he had once been the village’s top warrior.

“Let’s go to sleep now. Luena’s Moon is rising from tomorrow onwards, so we have to mend the palisade. Cecile, thanks for the meal.”

“It was nothing, there’s no need to thank me. We had a good meal for the first time in a long while thanks to you, Kyre.”

“I-It was nothing. I didn’t do much.”

Cecile was a year younger than me, but for some reason, I couldn’t relax my speech around her. To me, Cecile was such a charming woman that even if she were to go to a nightclub, she wouldn’t be subjected to a serious check.

‘Huhu, it’s a relief. That I’m in Hans’ house and not the Chief’s.’

There was a saying that you could only experience the true taste of alcohol if it was poured by a woman, even if she was a granny. I liked Hans’ house, which was filled with the fragrant aroma of a woman. Even if I had to sleep on the hard, bare ground, which made my whole body ache when I woke up in the morning.

* * *

“Huuu!”

Breathing in deeply, I finished mana channeling. I was on the cliff I had discovered a few days ago, where I could clearly see the village and the sea. Hidden from prying eyes, it was just the thing for training.

‘I haven’t maximized the circle yet. Seriously, what a huge amount of mana.’

The difference between 3rd Circle and 4th Circle mana quantity was like the difference between a condo and an apartment building. Even though the environment of the Kallian Continent was flush with considerably high-density mana, I still couldn’t fill the huge circle wrapped around my waist.

‘I’ll have to fill it up for another fifteen days at the very least.’

After rising to the 3rd Circle, I was able to fully charge the circle with mana in just three days, but the 4th Circle was on a different level.

‘The problem isn’t the mana quantity, but the skillful use of magic. It’s too dangerous to act cool and play wizard like other mages do.’

Even though I had grown past being the orc poo Master once mocked me as and was now at the level of ogre poo, I felt that the 4th Circle wasn’t enough. Just catching a single tuna a few days ago had been a handful, so it was still too much to fight against monsters, demon beasts, and knights using Aura Blade.

‘I’ve gotta get stronger.’

Clenching my teeth tightly, I realized that I had to live as if I were in a Marine Corps boot camp. Even if you were powerless like the people of Luna Village, no one in the continent would protect you. In Korea, the military and the cops were around to ensure safety, but not here.

‘I have to skillfully graft together magic and actual martial arts, like that guy.’

I recalled the movements of the Chinese gangster who had left a blade sitting pretty in my belly.

‘Thankfully, I’ve learned how to use a sword. And with the mana breathing technique Master taught me, I can learn magic, the sword, and even summoning. Now, all that’s left is to work hard.’

Earlier, I sought out the Chief and asked him several things about demon beasts, like the kinds of beasts, their characteristics, and even how to handle demon leather. Since the villagers tried not to leave their houses even during the day for the month while Luena’s Moon was up, the Chief spluttered on and on about his 99% false tales of heroism and demon beasts for half the day, wearing an expression of, ‘I’ve got you now.’

It was the appearance of a new hero, one who could rival Ms. Wang Sun-nyeo, the Dreaded Snow White. The hero had also lost his teeth and was speaking with an accent that was hard to understand. Concentrating and listening to him brought me to a level of exhaustion on par with the time when Master trapped and tortured me on a magic circle.

‘Most demon beasts have a certain degree of tolerance to magic, and even knights using Aura Blade have to be Blade Knights at least to be able to catch them. They’re strong. And I’m still weak.’

I coldly accepted the reality. I was the disciple of an 8th Circle archmage, but I wasn’t an archmage myself.

Chiing!

‘A sword…’

At the end of half a day of mental assault, Chief Aves gave me the sword he had used in his youth, saying that I had allowed him to taste madir again before he died. It was called a long sword. I kept recalling the phrase ‘weight of a sword’, something my instructor had told me after earning my Kumdo 2nd dan.

‘The sword becomes one with the mind.’

Unlike the other styles of Kumdo that were universally known, the Swift Style Kumdo I learned was the pure, characteristic style of my people, descended from the Goguryeo period. The Swift Style Kumdo taught disciples that the sword was the mind.

“Strength!”

Shing! After unsheathing the sword, I forcefully cut downwards.

“Weight!”

Shiiiing! I slowly raised the sword again, maintaining its brimming power.

“Speed!”

Baam! After raising the sword, I swung it sideways with all the strength I could muster.

‘These three conditions are the first and last techniques of the sword. Even for flashy moves, if those three conditions aren’t met, they’re merely trickery of the eye. I’ll make all of these conditions mine!’

I quit Taekwondo and the sword in 7th grade to immerse myself in studying so I could get into Daehan High School. And now, in this unfamiliar place called the Kallian Continent, I had to pick up the sword again to survive. Until the day I returned, surviving was my absolute, greatest priority.

‘You tuna, you’re all dead!’

Unaware of my resolution, the tuna were leaping above the sea, mocking me. The day I learned how to double cast 4th Circle magic would surely be a funeral day for the tunas.

‘Demon beasts, just you wait. Huhu.’

I turned my head to gaze at the splendid sight of the Zarre Mountains, which ran opposite to the sea. Until the day I returned, I had to eat and live. But I couldn’t live in poverty while eating potatoes. I needed amazing merchandise in order to live a hearty, long, and glorious life.

“Uhahahahaha!”

My heart was filled with the mana of the Kallian Continent. I was Kang Hyuk, a man who received extreme special training since birth, training to be able to survive no matter where he was! There was nothing to fear just because it was a different world.

The most childish daredevil in the entire world, the only human under the sky who possessed such childish recklessness, and an archmage’s disciple from a 21st century world—was none other than me, Kang Hyuk—no, Kyre!