All Chapters of Rise Of The Mage King: Chapter 1
- Chapter 9
9 chapters
Chapter 1
The pain was not like a fire. Fire was too clean. Fire burned and then it was gone. This pain was heavy, thick, and dirty. It moved under his skin like a million angry insects made of broken glass and hot acid.Drogo Payne opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He forgot how to scream ten minutes ago. His throat was too raw, too dry. Instead, he just bit down hard on the dirty piece of leather they had put between his teeth. He bit down until his jaw ached, until he tasted his own blood mixing with the dust.He was hanging by his wrists. Thick, cold iron chains held his arms high above his head. But the room he was in was not a dark, dirty cave. It was beautiful. The floor was made of smooth, white marble. The walls were painted with bright gold and deep blue colors. Soft, sweet-smelling candles burned in the corners, hiding the smell of sweat and sickness. It was a gilded cage, a pretty dungeon for a very ugly job.Drogo was a "Null." In the Empire of Solara, magic was everything.
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Chapter 2
"There," Vargus said suddenly.The heavy, burning pressure on Drogo's chest stopped. Vargus stepped back, taking a deep breath. The dark, oily magic was gone from the noble. Vargus looked refreshed, his skin glowing with healthy color.Drogo hung from the chains, his body completely limp. He was gasping for air, choking on his own spit. The black veins all over his body pulsed slowly, beating like sick hearts under his skin. He felt so heavy. He felt completely full of poison. He knew this would kill him one day. Nulls never lived past twenty years old. The slag destroyed them eventually. But he only needed a few more years. Just until Tiana was old enough to run away.Vargus took a white silk cloth from his pocket and wiped his hands. He looked at Drogo with a wrinkled nose, as if Drogo were a pile of trash in the middle of a clean street."You look terrible," Vargus laughed. He reached into a small leather bag on his belt.Drogo opened his tired eyes. He watched the bag. His heart b
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Chapter 3
Drogo held on. He closed his eyes and clamped his jaws tighter, grinding his teeth. Blood poured into his mouth and down his chin.Felix reacted fast. The heavy guard rushed forward and swung his heavy boot. The steel toe of the boot hit Drogo right in the ribs.Crack.The sound of Drogo's ribs breaking was loud in the room. The pain was blinding white. The force of the kick threw Drogo through the air. He crashed against the marble wall and slid to the floor, coughing up blood and spit. The seven copper coins scattered across the room."My hand! The filthy rat bit me!" Vargus shouted. He was holding his bleeding hand against his chest. His face was no longer handsome. It was twisted with pure, hateful rage. His eyes burned with real fire. Small flames began to jump from his shoulders, turning the air in the room hot.Drogo lay on the floor, breathing heavily. Every breath felt like knives stabbing his lungs. But as he looked at Vargus’s bleeding hand, Drogo smiled. His teeth were com
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Chapter 4
The falling stopped. The wind stopped. The cold stopped.Drogo Payne expected to feel the hard, crushing blow of the ground. He expected his bones to shatter. He expected the sweet, final darkness of death.But there was no ground. There was no hard stone.There was only silence. It was a perfect, deep silence. It was quieter than the slums at midnight. It was quieter than a closed tomb.Drogo opened his eyes, but it did not make a difference. The darkness was absolute. He could not see his own hands. He could not see his feet. He was floating in an empty black sea without water.“Am I dead?" he thought.He felt his chest. The sharp, blinding pain of his broken ribs was gone. The heavy, burning poison of Lord Vargus’s "Mana Slag" was gone too. His body felt light. It felt like nothing at all.A heavy sadness washed over him. Tears formed in his eyes, but they did not fall. They just floated in the dark.He had failed.He thought of the seven copper coins scattering across the beautifu
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Chapter 5
The purple stars in the void suddenly flashed bright, blinding violet. The thousands of whispering voices merged into one single, terrifying roar that shook the very fabric of the dark."THEN LET THE FEAST BEGIN."Pain hit Drogo like a falling mountain.It was worse than the Mana Slag. It was worse than broken bones. He threw his head back and screamed. A thick, dark energy rushed into his chest, right where Vargus had pumped the poison. The entity was not just touching him; it was pushing itself inside his body, weaving into his blood, his muscles, and his mind.In Drogo's mind, a strange, glowing text began to appear. It was not written on paper. It looked like words carved out of purple fire, burning directly into his brain.[SYSTEM INITIALIZATION STARTING...][CONNECTING TO HOST: DROGO PAYNE...]Drogo thrashed in the void. He felt his veins tearing open and stitching themselves back together. He felt the toxic Mana Slag that was killing him suddenly freeze, and then... it was eate
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Chapter 6
The Great Hall of the Vargus Estate was a place of impossible light and endless wealth.High above the marble floor, massive chandeliers floated in the air. There were no candles or ropes holding them up. They were made of pure, shaped fire magic, burning brightly to show everyone the power of the Vargus family. The light made the gold on the walls shine like the sun.Long wooden tables filled the room. The tables groaned under the weight of too much food. There were whole pigs roasted with sweet apples in their mouths. There were bowls of silver filled with purple grapes from the southern islands. There were fountains made of glass that poured red wine instead of water.Lord Vargus sat at the head of the largest table. He wore a brand-new jacket made of deep red velvet. Gold threads were woven into the collar. He looked handsome, powerful, and very happy. He held a cup of wine in his left hand. His right hand was wrapped in clean, white silk."More wine!" Vargus shouted, laughing lou
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Chapter 7
CRACK.The massive iron doors did not open. They did not fall down. They simply dissolved. The thick metal turned into a giant cloud of gray dust. A sudden, freezing wind blew from the hallway, pushing the dust into the Great Hall.The nobles coughed and covered their eyes. The dust fell over the beautiful food. It fell into the red wine.When the dust cleared, a person was standing in the doorway.The nobles stared. They could not understand what they were looking at.It was a boy. He was barefoot, wearing clothes that were torn into dirty rags. He was covered in thick, gray mud from head to toe—the kind of mud that smelled like the bottom of the world.But the boy was not normal.Deep, dark veins branched across his pale skin. They climbed up his neck and down his arms. And those veins were glowing. They pulsed with a faint, terrifying violet light, beating like a dark heart.But the most frightening thing was his eyes. They were not human eyes anymore. They were pools of glowing pu
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Chapter 8
The Great Hall of the Vargus Estate was empty of all its rich guests. The loud music was gone. The laughing was gone. The only sound left was the crashing of broken plates and the heavy, terrified breathing of Lord Vargus.All around the room, expensive silk dresses and dropped gold rings lay on the floor. The rich nobles had run away like scared sheep. They pushed each other out the broken iron doors to escape the monster covered in gray mud.Lord Vargus did not run. He could not run. His legs refused to work.Vargus crawled backward on the smooth marble floor. His expensive red velvet jacket was ruined, covered in spilled wine and dirt. He kept pushing himself away from Drogo. His hands slipped on the wet floor.Vargus looked up at Drogo Payne. The boy was just standing there, completely still.Just an hour ago, Drogo was nothing. He was a dirty, weak, sick "Null." He was a broken bucket for Vargus to throw his magic garbage into. Vargus was the proud lion, and Drogo was the smalles
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Chapter 9
The dragon let out a strange, twisted sound—not a roar of anger, but a scream of fear. The massive head of blue fire was suddenly sucked forward, pulling into a tight, swirling funnel.The funnel went straight into Drogo's open mouth.Vargus stopped laughing. His mad smile froze on his face. His eyes bulged out of his head.He watched the impossible happen.The giant thirty-foot dragon of pure blue fire was being sucked into the boy. The fire spun faster and faster, shrinking down, forced into Drogo's throat. Drogo was drinking the fire like it was a cup of cold water.In three seconds, the head of the dragon was gone. In five seconds, the body was gone. In seven seconds, the tail whipped through the air and vanished down Drogo's throat.Drogo closed his mouth. He swallowed.The Great Hall was suddenly dark again. The blinding blue light was completely gone. The intense heat vanished, replaced once more by the freezing, dead cold of the abyss.Drogo stood in the center of the melted,
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