On this continent of Elderia, there exists a supreme rule called the "Grand Prophecy."

When a major magical event that can change the world order happens... like an Archmage Saint falling, a god-level relic appearing, or... someone inventing a terrifying spell of 9th Level or higher.

The World Will, through the "Echo of the Grand Prophecy," will announce this miracle to all magicians on the continent.

The very moment the Awakening Stone shattered, an invisible ripple that couldn’t be seen by the naked eye spread crazily in all directions from the center of Lancelot Royal Magic Academy!!

This ripple pierced through high mountains, crossed vast oceans, and ignored all magical barriers, sweeping across the entire continent of Elderia in one-tenth of a second!!

At this exact moment, all mid-level magicians on the continent suddenly felt a strong, sharp sting deep in their brains.

"Clang!!"

Inside a tavern on the border of the Kingdom of Oran, a mid-level mage who was drinking clutched his head in pain and dropped his wine glass, shattering it into pieces.

His head was ringing, and he only vaguely heard the words "Kingdom of Oran" and an extremely blurry "Blast."

He looked toward the capital city with a terrified face, having no idea what had happened.

The higher the mage’s cultivation, the clearer the information they received.

...

Thousands of miles away from the Kingdom of Oran, in the northern Glacial Empire.

Amidst a storm of falling snow, the female warrior Freya Winterveil, who was wiping her giant two-handed sword, suddenly stopped her movement.

Her amber vertical pupils, which held the bloodline of the Frostfield Werewolf, suddenly narrowed tightly. Every single one of her beast ears and hairs stood on end!!

As an A-Rank mercenary with high magical resistance, her instincts were screaming alarms in her head.

Deep in her mind, she vaguely heard a name and an extremely dangerous spell code.

"Arthur... Meteor?"

Freya licked her dry lips, and wild battle spirit exploded in her eyes.

...

At the same time, at the very top floor of the Royal Magic Tower in the Holy Empire, the strongest nation on the continent.

Cecilia Holygrace, known as one of the top ten geniuses of the Empire, was lazily leaning on a purple velvet sofa, reading an ancient book.

This beautiful older sister mage, who possessed an SSS-Rank Affinity, suddenly shivered. The ancient book slipped from her hand.

Her charming purple eyes showed an emotion of shock that she couldn’t hide, for the very first time.

With her Archmagus-level Mental Power perception, she clearly heard that voice traveling across thousands of mountains and rivers.

"9th-Level... Someone created a 9th-Level spell in a remote place like Oran??!"

Cecilia stood up in a flash. Her tall, sexy body trembled slightly from excitement.

Deep in the Shadow Forest, Ophelia Greypaw, the Night Elf Princess leading her people away from demon hunts, suddenly looked up. Her pale, breathtaking face was filled with sheer disbelief.

Inside the Grand Cathedral of the Church of Light, Christina Vera, a Holy Maiden candidate with her eyes closed in prayer before the statue, suddenly opened her golden eyes in shock.

In the underground spy house of Shadow Street, Isabella Moore, a mixed-blood elf, crushed the intelligence scroll in her hand. Her dark purple eyes flashed with a wild, crazed light.

But for peak experts at the Grand Archmagus level, this voice was like a God whispering personally in their ears!!

Boom!!!

Every Grand Archmagus, every Archmage Saint, and even the old monsters who had long hidden from the world, opened their eyes all at once!!

The echo of the Grand Prophecy exploded loudly in the minds of these supreme warriors who stood at the top of this world, with no holdbacks:

"Kingdom of Oran."

"Arthur Voss."

"Inventing a 9th-Level Forbidden Spell: Meteor Blast."

These short three sentences smashed the magical common sense of the Elderia continent, which had lasted for thousands of years, like three heavy hammers.

A name never heard before.

A 9th-Level Forbidden Spell that had never existed!!

All the high-level combat power on the entire continent fell into complete madness and shock in this very second.

The Pope of the Holy Empire convened the Cardinals overnight. The King of the Glacial Empire ordered the borders to be sealed. Countless secret currents surged wildly in the underground world, and every intelligence agency was running at full speed.

They had only one goal: find out who exactly Arthur Voss was!!

And at the very center of the storm, in the plaza of Lancelot Royal Magic Academy.

The powder of the shattered Awakening Stone fell like snow.

Total silence filled the square. You could hear a pin drop.

Whether they were classmates who used to look down on him or the high and mighty professors, everyone now stared at the black-haired boy standing on the platform as if he were a monster.

Arthur Voss casually patted the stone powder off his hand, as if he had just done something trivial.

He turned his head, looking at the crowd below with their chins almost hitting the ground. A lazy yet innocent smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Sorry about that."

Arthur shrugged, his tone sincere.

"I just used a little bit of my imagination by accident."

...

In the Holy Empire, in the Holy Light City.

At the very top of the towering Holy Magic Tower, pure light elements swirled constantly.

This was the place on the whole continent closest to the sky.

Archmage Saint Rodriguez was sitting cross-legged in the center of a Magic Formation cast from platinum and gold.

He had been in secluded meditation for a full ten years.

As one of the last two Archmage Saints in the Holy Empire, he was just one small step away from the legendary "Archmage Saint" realm.

But that one tiny step was like a yawning chasm.

"Where exactly is the limit of magic..."

Rodriguez’s old face, looking like dried tree bark, showed no sign of life whatsoever.

Just then, the echo of the Grand Prophecy descended with a thunderous crash!!

Hummm...!!

The invisible ripple smashed into Rodriguez’s mental sea like a heavy hammer.

The entire platinum Magic Formation instantly burst with blinding bright light.

"Kingdom of Oran."

"Arthur Voss."

"Inventing a 9th-Level Forbidden Spell: Meteor Blast."

These three emotionless declarations of law directly tore apart Rodriguez’s desolate state of mind, which had been with him for ten years.

Rodriguez’s eyes snapped open.

At that exact moment, the clouds surrounding the tower’s peak were blasted away by an terrifying aura.

In his cloudy eyes, an unimaginable spark of light exploded.

"9th-Level??"

Rodriguez’s voice trembled, and his withered hands gripped the hem of his mage robe so hard.

"Even for me, spending my whole life, I can only just touch the edge of 8th-Level magic."

"Kingdom of Oran... that barren, border-country little nation, how could it produce such a monster??"

"Meteor Blast... what a domineering name. Is that the power of a god??"

This Archmage Saint, who stood at the very top of the continent, was now panting like a confused apprentice.

He stood up in a flash, and the great bell outside the mage tower automatically began to ring.

Dong!! Dong!! Dong!!

"Send word to the Holy Order of Knights!!"

"Wake up all the Grand Archmages who are in seclusion!!"

"At any cost, go to the Kingdom of Oran and find this Arthur Voss!!"

...

At the same time, ten thousand miles away in the Glacial Empire.

Inside the Frost Fortress in the far north, the cold wind howled outside the windows.

Grand Archmagus "Staff of Permafrost," Ivanov, was sitting by a warm fireplace.

He held a cup of scalding hot tea, listening to several senior mage apprentices report on the battle at the border.

Ivanov was the Imperial Archmagus of the Glacial Empire, hailed as the "Lord of the Polar Realm."

Suddenly, his movements froze.

That prehistoric voice crossing the continent exploded precisely in the depths of his soul.

Crack.

The precious teacup, carved from polar ice spirit, in Ivanov’s hand instantly filled with cracks.

Then, with a bang, the cup shattered into sparkling dust.

The scalding tea spilled onto his magnificent sable fur robe, but he didn’t even notice.

"Archmagus??"

The senior apprentices were so scared they fell to the ground, kneeling with a thud.

In their memories, this Grand Archmagus never showed a blink of fear even if mountains fell before him, and he had never acted this uncalm before.

Ivanov slowly raised his head. In those eyes as cold as a glacier, deep shock was now written all over.

"9th-Level... Forbidden Spell..."

He muttered softly, his voice trembling in the cold wind.

"He isn’t just casting magic; he is redefining the rules!!"

"Get the Wyverns ready immediately."

Ivanov shoved his chair back violently. His tall body radiated a chilling cold that made it hard to breathe.

"Tell the King immediately to stop the war with the Orcs!!"

"A great storm in a new era is coming. We must reach this young man named Arthur before the Holy Empire does!!"