I train my body alone in the magical world.

Chapter 2 The World Belongs to Mages

"Knock knock!"

The sound of a heartbeat...

Fu Xiao slowly opened his eyes, the bright light making him feel a little uncomfortable.

He could feel a strange sense of disharmony between himself and his body, and his weak, powerless fists made him feel incredibly empty inside.

What I am is...

I've time-traveled!?

He was lying in a simple room, a wooden table with stacks of hay serving as a makeshift bed, and morning light streaming through the small window onto the haystacks...

The house was bare and the family was destitute!

These were the eight words that instantly popped into Fu Xiao's mind.

Having read countless novels, Fu Xiao quickly accepted the situation. Sure enough... the human body still couldn't withstand the impact of the great fortune.

It wasn't enough to let the Universiade play to its full potential!

It's just a pity that I spent two and a half years creating this artwork.

The memories in his mind flowed in like a movie, and coincidentally, the original owner of this body was also named Fu Xiao…

Fuxiao Chris!

This is his new name here, and this is not an ordinary world, but rather like an alternate world from a novel in his previous life, possessing incredible supernatural power.

Fuxiao Chris's parents both died when he was young due to an accidental magical outburst, and he was raised by many families.

Perhaps because her parents died from a magical outburst, Fu Xiao, who was physically weak from a young age, aspired to become a great mage.

In the original owner's mind, mages were the noblest beings in the world.

From farming and manufacturing to adventurer guilds, and from defending against alien races and imperial wars to preventing beast tides, high-output professions like mages hold a pivotal position on this continent.

To become a mage, the most basic and crucial point is...

It has a legal ring!

After the Third Continental War, in order to cultivate mages, the Lingxi Empire would send magicians to various places every year to conduct magic ring tests on young people who were over eighteen years old. If they were truly very talented, the empire would even directly recommend them to magic academies.

Today is Fu Xiao's most important day, as the magician dispatched by the Empire will arrive in Bullhorn Town.

"A mage?"

Fu Xiao lay down on the simple haystack, crossed his legs, and said, "Magic is indeed amazing, but... wouldn't mages in this world be considered a fragile class?"

This world doesn't only have one class: mage; there are also knights, priests, rangers, and so on.

Ultimately, it is because mages are widely used in war, their large-scale magic is incredibly destructive, making them veritable human nuclear bombs, and the high barrier to entry of magic rings has led to the value system of various empires that reveres mages.

For Fu Xiao, who was obsessed with physical training in his previous life, becoming a mage was hopeless, but being a knight for fun was not out of the question.

However... this frail body... still needs proper training!

Fu Xiao felt the powerlessness of this body, and even more powerlessness in his heart...

It's like the discomfort of suddenly switching to Xing Daorong after getting used to playing Lu Bu in Dynasty Warriors.

"Fu Xiao!"

"Bang!"

The simple wooden door was "knocked" open, or rather, the wooden door's original purpose was merely to comfort Fu Xiao to herself.

"The mage...the mage...has arrived!! Baron Andrew is here to greet the mage in the town square!"

A chubby boy with light brown curly hair rushed into Fu Xiao's hut, shoving the wooden door against the wall so hard it trembled.

Fu Xiao sat up from the haystack, looking at his little house with some worry. He could feel the whole house trembling.

In this life... I don't have the robust physique I had in my previous life; this is about to collapse...

If you don't understand, just ask: Can a person live three lifetimes?

"Bruce! Calm down! Are you trying to tear my house down?"

Fu Xiao immediately matched the chubby boy with the name in his mind.

Bruce excitedly rushed up to Fu Xiao, giving her a mysterious smile: "Fu Xiao! Today is a very important day for you. Look what I've brought you!"

His hand rummaged through the heavy satchel slung over his shoulder, and before Fu Xiao could speak, Bruce pulled out a wad of oil paper.

Slowly opening the package, Bruce carefully wrapped several slices of ham, as thin as cicada wings, in oil paper.

"This is a ham that I secretly scraped off from my father's treasured ham slices. He treats that ham like a precious gem, insisting that it's a delicacy only nobles can enjoy, and that it can only be eaten during the New Year celebrations!" Bruce said, while continuing to pull out two glasses and... a bottle of wine that looked quite expensive from his backpack.

???

Are you a hamster?

When Fu Xiao first thought of the name Bruce, he subconsciously thought it was a dog, but it turns out it's a hamster.

Bruce frowned: "This is blasphemy against a hero!"

"Indeed, he is a hero!" Fu Xiao couldn't even imagine what Bruce's father's expression would be when he found out that his treasures had been emptied.

That must be a...

Let the wild leather and soft skin respond to each other and create a beautiful symphony!

Whether it's fun or not, it'll definitely be very loud!

"Uh...is this really something only nobles can eat?" Bruce frowned after swallowing a bite of cold ham.

He then poured himself a glass of red wine and swallowed it in one gulp...

"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!"

"How can it taste so awful? The sour and astringent taste... it's like rotten fruit. Is this what nobles eat? They're so pathetic! It's nothing compared to our homemade croissants and fresh, hot milk in the morning!"

As a small town that relies on wheat production for its livelihood, croissants have become a must-try local delicacy in Bullhorn. Bruce's father is a famous baker in Bullhorn, and in Bullhorn, you can't say you're a local if you haven't eaten Bruce's croissants.

"Let's go, Bruce. I suggest you return the wine to its original place as soon as possible; it's too early for you!" Fu Xiao glanced at the ham slices and red wine but showed no intention of tasting them.

Bruce, somewhat surprised, quickly pulled Fu Xiao back: "Aren't you going to try some? It's something nobles eat, you should at least..."

"Sorry, Bruce..."

Fu Xiao shook her head and declined Bruce's invitation: "Alcohol and high-sodium foods are not in my diet plan!"

Diet plan?

Bruce looked at Fu Xiao's departing figure with a puzzled expression. For some reason, he felt that Fu Xiao seemed a little different from before.

In the central square, young people aged eighteen and above gathered.

In the corner, a young girl stood on tiptoe, her bright blue eyes looking around. Her high-tied golden ponytail seemed to be searching for some figure. Her rough linen sleeveless top could not hide her heaving chest. What was most eye-catching was the white knight's sword that was two inches longer than the ordinary lady's sword at her waist.

"Rias?"

A somewhat frivolous voice came from behind Rias. Rias merely turned her head slightly to glance at the person, without intending to acknowledge them.

"Aren't you Old Neil's last disciple? You want to become a mage too?"

The newcomer clearly lacked self-awareness and instead walked up to Rias.

The man, dressed in a brown leather jacket and sporting slicked-back hair with freckles covering his face, couldn't help but stroke his hair, which he had styled into a unicorn shape.

"It's none of your business." Rias frowned and subconsciously took a step back.

The strong perfume smelled of something foul mixed with something else, like someone who hadn't showered for days. It was so pungent that even Rias, who had trained with Master Neil since childhood, couldn't stand it.

Finn smiled somewhat disappointedly: "No need to be so distant. My uncle is the baron's steward, and later, if he comes with me... we might even get to meet the imperial envoy!"

Rias didn't speak, but Finn didn't notice... her hand had already silently rested on the hilt of the sword at her waist.

She swore that if Finn, who reeked of a strange odor, took another step forward...

"Could you please move aside? The drill bit!"

A familiar voice came from behind, and Rias looked up and met the gaze of Fu Xiao, who had arrived late. The two, who had grown up together, nodded to each other in unison.

Fu Xiao stood in front of Finn and grabbed Rias's hand: "Sorry, she already has an appointment with me!"

The sudden hand-holding caught Rias off guard. She felt her heart pounding, and her body, which had undergone countless training sessions, felt slightly weak.

When did he become so direct?!

"Drill...drill bit?" Finn glared at Fu Xiao.

"Bruce! Bite him!"

Fu Xiao didn't waste any words with Finn, while Bruce rushed forward.

The sheer size difference caused Finn to disappear in a flash.

Bruce glanced at Fu Xiao and Rias beside him, then gave Fu Xiao a thumbs-up: "Bruce! Mission accomplished!"

He wisely left only the two of them in a corner of the central square.

Fu Xiao then had time to turn around and examine the girl in front of him closely... His gaze swept over Rias from head to toe without any attempt to hide it.

Rias blushed, her rapid breathing accompanied by the slow rise and fall of her chest.

"It's...beautiful! It's practically...a work of art!"

Rias was clearly surprised by Fu Xiao's sudden words, and a blush crept onto her face: "Even if you say that... I..."

Although it's a cliché, no girl can refuse a compliment. Rias inexplicably felt that Fu Xiao seemed a little different today?

"Beautiful lines, perfectly controlled body fat percentage—just looking at them, you can feel the explosive power and endurance beneath the muscles! No wonder he's a swordsman who's trained since childhood!"

Ok?

Beautiful? The lines?

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