《Advent of the White Mage》 It Turns Around It was a warm night. et location of this place was certainly not the cause. Towards the South, in the corner of a little city called Bellum, sits the Lower Magic Academy of Paschendale. And in the abandoned corner on the third floor of its Apprentice Dorm is room 211. Blankets are thrown up in a flurry. And as they were mid-air, a blond-haired, thin and frail-looking young man sat up with a jolt. The light of a magical lamp shone in through the glass window panes, casting a pale purple sheen onto his face. ¡°Have I really reincarnated?¡± Everything would seem it is so. But is that all real? The young man''s head was in chaos. Utter chaos. That was also because there are two sets of memories within his head. The first set, matching his personality and his name Peter, is from the Earth. But the second set of memories is from Martin, a young noble who studies at this very academy. Actually, Martin died of heart attack. Three nights ago. And it was three nights ago when Peter came into this world; yet he still was not able to fully accept the reality. Afterall, couldn¡¯t it be just a very, very long dream? Dream of magic, warriors and a game system? Dream of being an impoverished baron from the Western Forests in Kingdom fo the Isles, with no talent in currently known magic? Martin learned only one single thing during his 2-year long stay here. A ¡®spell¡¯ called Trick, a level-0 apprentice spell, a really basic one anyone normally learns during his first few months. You know what it does? It releases a crack of magic in the air. Probably enough to kill a fly, except that the flies on this world are much more capable that those from Earth. So no, it can¡¯t even kill a fly, or conjure anything. Jumping down from the bed, without even bothering to put on any shoes, Peter strode over to the calendar hanging by the table. Clearly inscribed on the calendar was today''s date. The War Ages: The Year 948, the 9th Day of the 10th Month. There was a reason for this very name - exactly 948 years ago, the rule of an empire collapsed, and the world broke into several kingdoms. But because it is a magical world, such a thing would alone not be able to do much. The issue is actually that the problems are quickly piling up. It¡¯s as if the world is running out of luck. For example one of the kingdoms in the very East lately got problems with invasion from another world and it is rumored that few powerful necromancers will soon attack another one. Putting his apprentice uniform on, Peter, now Martin, sprang up from his bed and went to the breakfast.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. It is a service anyone can enjoy. But for Martin, we should emphasize his ¡®impoverished¡¯ part here. Recently, the fort and land of his family was overrun by an army of ogres, and he was told to return back. Afterall, his results were very poor. Going by this logic, this would be among his last breakfasts here. It is something to regret, really - such a breakfast buffet can¡¯t be found simply anywhere, even taking into account the posibilities of this world. ¡°One does not simply leave an awesome breakfast buffet.¡± With a silly thought, Martin started chewing an orange banana porridge, which tasted between the known version from Earth and an ice lolly. He must think of something, and he must think of it fast. As he found out that after all those years behind a computer, he thinks more easily when writing his thoughts down, he pulled out a paper and a pen from his pocket. First, he wrote ¡®What I got¡¯: