Ding!
<<Godly Sorcerer System: Activated>>
<Name: Ashen Crowe>
<Magician Rank: Novice>
<Magician Skill> None
It was a lengthy process for me to fully comprehend the current situation.
As soon as I opened my eyes, a video game-like menu notification abruptly appeared in front of me, revealing something that I am still struggling to fully grasp.
The excruciating pain and weakness that had nearly taken my life have now vanished.
I find myself standing in a vast, empty hall with a marble floor, miraculously restored to full health.
"Just as I anticipated, the Awakening process went smoothly," a young man's satisfied voice draws my attention.
The boy's body emits a black flame aura, slowly transforming into the Supreme Sorcerer with its skeletal head: Zerion.
"Congratulations, Ashen Crowe. You are now a Magician, a novice one to be precise. While your life may have been spared, the trials and tribulations are far from over. Do not mistake the life of a Magician for one of ease and leisure," Zerion congratulates me with a heavy tone.
"Could you explain this?" I ask, pointing to the game-like menu bar in front of me.
Without warning, Zerion flies towards me and grabs my right hand, revealing a silver bracelet that I had not noticed before.
There is a small sculpture engraved on the bracelet in a weird language that I can surprisingly understand: Sorcerer's Bracelet.
"This is a System, Ash. The Sorcerer's Bracelet on your hand is a crucial Magician Equipment that will keep you tethered to the System. If you wish to stay alive, you must abide by the System. Consider it a gift for saving me," Zerion explains, his tone turning dark. "Or it could prove to be a curse for you, if you are weak enough to succumb to its demands," he adds with a sinister laugh.
Zerion's explanation provides me with a better understanding of my current predicament.
While magic is not new to the Knights, the Magician System that Zerion speaks of is a new concept that has yet to be fully explored among our kind.
"So, let me get this straight. With this System, I can return to my world and still be alive, correct? My main concern is ensuring that I can provide for my family financially," I hastily inquired, disregarding whether the System was a blessing or a curse, as Zerion clarified.
"At the moment, you are still alive. However, thousands of Magicians have chosen to end their lives as the Supreme Sorcerer System dictates their every move. They were too feeble to meet the System's demands. If you are not strong enough to bear its weight, you could end up on that list," Zerion responded nonchalantly,
"...if you wish to rid yourself of the System now, your family will only have a corpse left to mourn, Ashen Crowe. There is no turning back from that decision, except through death," he continued in a callous tone.
Ah, the classic do-or-die situation.
I have faced it countless times before.
Ever since I sacrificed my dream of receiving a proper education and settled for a life as a lowly Knight just to put food on the table for my family, this has become a routine occurrence in my life.
But death was never an option for me, as long as I had to fight for the sake of my loved ones.
It was disheartening and distressing to see my mother and sister succumb to depression when the Knights Association declared my father as Missing in Action.
I refuse to let my own status as Killed in Action be another reason for my family's downfall.
"Ashen Crowe, you appear surprisingly calm," Zeta's sudden comment grabs my attention. "I can sense your unwavering determination just by looking at you. I never would have expected such a strong spirit from the lowliest Knight in the human world," he adds, smirking.
I can't tell if he's teasing me or genuinely admiring my composure.
"Living with the constant threat of death for the past ten years has forced me to develop the skills of survival and maintaining control, Zerion. It's the only way I can stay sane as a Knight with my constant weaknesses," I reply.
"Well, now is your chance to prove it," Zerion retorts, snapping his fingers. In an instant, a bolt of lightning strikes down from the sky, summoning a towering and muscular man engulfed in blue sparks.
The air crackles with thunder around the mysterious figure.
His white eyes, lit up by the sparks of lightning, lock onto me, sending a chill down my spine.
I can sense the murderous intent emanating from him.
<Quest Activated: Defeat Thunder Warrior!>
Amidst my confusion, a notification from the System pops up.
I can see the annoying grin on Zerion's face and know that this is a death mission.
How am I supposed to defeat this strange Thunder Warrior with my own limited power?
I don't even have a weapon like most Knights do.
Before I can even take a step back, the Thunder Warrior charges forward and strikes my stomach with his knee, sending me flying until I slam into a nearby wall.
The pain is excruciating, but at the same time, I feel numb from the electric shock that courses through my body, crushing my muscles and nerves.
I feel completely powerless and unable to stand.
>Health Power:70%
>Mana Power :100%
I glance at the System and see my current condition.
It's not yet critical, and I can feel my strength slowly returning.
But it won't last long if I continue to take hits from the Thunder Warrior.
I should do something!

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