My Muscle System in the Mage World

Aur felt as though he had been plunged into a dream—a dream of a mountain.

It was an enormous, solitary peak, its jagged silhouette piercing the sky, vanishing into an endless expanse of sky. The mountain stood so tall and imposing that it rendered all other peaks insignificant.

Along one of its rugged slopes lay the remnants of an ancient road, its crumbling path stubbornly clinging to the rocky surface.

On this desolate road, a group of figures moved with solemnity, their silver armor gleaming faintly, each adorned with intricate white wings on their backs. Their presence was overwhelming, radiating an aura of sheer dominance that made Aur's heart tremble.

"They are all at the peak of Tier Five," he murmured, his voice filled with disbelief.

Aur looked on with a trembling heart, witnessing everything through the view of a third eye. Peak Tier Five—these weren't mere cabbages one could randomly find on the streets. They were high and mighty beings who ruled over everyone in the world.

With Tier Seven and Eight Wizards perpetually training in seclusion, the responsibility of governance always fell to the Tier Six. They were the kings and queens of the realms. Yet, here they stood—these exalted figures—reduced to mere guards.

Aur's gaze was drawn to the center of the caravan, where a simple cage rested. Within it sat a brawny, shadowed figure.

All these powerful individuals were gathered for one purpose: to escort this figure in the cage.

Aur squinted his eyes.

"I have only used Minor points into the future; I shouldn't see that far," he mumbled to himself, looking curiously at the figure.

Though Aur was confident that he could grow this strong with enough time and his system, the difference was striking.

The brawny man had long white hair, crimson pupils, and pale, snow-like skin.

"It's me?" Aur's eyes widened in shock as he carefully examined the man's face and quickly reconsidered.

"It seems like me, but not entirely the same…"

He touched his chin in contemplation.

All of a sudden, the icy landscape began to melt on the weary old road, and the temperature soared to an incredible height. The swirling snowflakes turned into lava, and the people around began to panic immediately.

"Hahaha, are you afraid?" the man inside the cage started to laugh maniacally.

"You demon, you vile bastard. Do you think this is enough to disrupt our hearts?" one of the peak Tier Six, with a shrewd expression, shouted with righteous indignation. "It is our duty to deliver justice to you—someone who has abandoned their humanity to become a bloodline wizard."

"You hypocritical bastards, aren't you also bloodline wizards?" the man inside the cage retorted, his tone filled with hatred.

"We are noble bloodline wizards, directly from the Divine Human Kingdom, while you are just a lizard."

The man with the shrewd expression spoke, his face masking coldness and contentment.

"Hahaha, hypocrites."

The man in the cage began to laugh, his mad laughter echoing inside, falling on deaf ears to the others.

The surroundings grew warmer and warmer, until small drops of lava began to fall from the sky. Yet, even then, the people remained unfettered and relentless.

At that moment, small shadows began to slowly appear in the sky above.

These shadows had long wingspans that covered the entire sky, but their figures were humanoid.

"Hmm, what are they?" Aur, observing from a third-person perspective, squinted his eyes. Suddenly, a loud chorus of countless voices rang out:

"Tier Six Killer Move: Breath of the Dragonian."

Boom!

A gigantic fireball materialized in the sky above, exuding a chilling, overwhelming presence.

Thump! Thump!

Just the sight of it made Aur's heart race uncontrollably. His instincts surged, reminiscent of his encounters with Tier Seven Wizards.

Even from a third-person perspective, the sheer intensity was overwhelming.

The surrounding landscape tore apart like shards of glass as the immense heat collided with the figures of those winged beings.

Yet, despite the overwhelming chaos, there was no sign of panic among the winged figures. They stood tall and composed, their expressions calm as if the fierce onslaught posed no threat.

"We were waiting for you."

The voice broke the tense silence—a low, guttural snicker from the shrewd man who spoke first.

"Tier Six: Divine Turtle Armour."

A blinding light erupted, and instantly, an invisible armor formed around the shrewd man. The intricate symbols of a turtle's shell shimmered across its surface, effortlessly deflecting the approaching fireball with a swift, protective barrier.

Another deafening roar followed as the ground trembled, the force of the explosion sending soil flying into the air and turning the earth beneath into scorched ruins.

The devastation was vast, the surroundings reduced to ash and rubble, while a thick cloud of dust engulfed the entire scene, obscuring the destruction.

Aur observed from above, his eyes squinted. It felt surreal, as though watching a meticulously staged movie unfold in front of him.

Before the dust had settled, the shadows lurking in the distance began to take shape, revealing their true forms.

They weren't merely people—these were creatures, towering and muscular, with black, leathery wings that glinted like dragon's wings. Their bodies were adorned with dark, intricate armor covering their waists and arms, while large, curved horns protruded from their foreheads, and pointed ears added to their fierce, otherworldly appearance.

Coiling in the air behind them was a serpent-like tail, its scales shimmering in the faint light.

"Dragons and people, are they using spells?" Aur thought to himself as he gazed at the creatures.

He himself had once used a Transformation spell, blending various spells to make himself appear as a dragon, but the memory faded as he shook his head.

These beings emitted no mana frequency—there was no trace of spellcasting in their presence.

"They are bloodline wizards, huh…" Aur murmured, tilting his head in curiosity. It was the first time he had seen bloodline wizards—outcasts, scorned even more harshly than demonic wizards.

He had never encountered a Demonic Wizard either, his knowledge coming solely from tales passed down through his village. Yet, those tales were filled with a blend of both truth and fabrication, so he couldn't distinguish the real truth.

As he continued to observe, the thick dust began to settle, slowly revealing the aftermath of utter destruction and desolation. What had once been a battleground was now a lifeless wasteland, void of any life.

That Divine Turtle Armour, though near indestructible, bore a crack—just a single, tiny fissure. That crack proved fatal, as the fire seeped through, consuming everything in its path and leaving behind nothing but ruin.

"So, are they all dead now?" Aur pondered, his expression growing more serious. A faint unease lingered in his heart, a sense that something was still concealed beneath the surface, this scene wasn't the full truth.

As he suspected, right before him, the shattered space began to mend itself, revealing a new scene unfolding at the center of the wasteland.

The cages, along with every individual adorned with long white wings, remained untouched—completely free of dust or damage.

However, at the forefront stood a figure: a long, red-haired woman with an icy, composed expression. Her cold gaze pierced through the chaos, exuding an intense, dominating presence that matched the peak of Tier Six.

"Nina!?" Aur whispered to himself, his heart racing with confusion. This vision was just a Minor Point, and he shouldn't delve too far into the future.

Nina slowly parted her red lips and spoke with a commanding presence:

"You, Dragonian people, who have dared to enter the mountains of the Divine Human Kingdoms, have committed sins so grave that even your nine generations of ancestors and descendants cannot wash them away," Nina paused, her voice cold. "For that, I am here to erase all of you—to erase your sins."

Her lips curled into a faint, smug smile. "Aren't I a great person?"

The Dragonian figures stood in silence, their eyes reflecting nothing but seriousness. The air was thick with tension, their silence speaking volumes.

"Haha, little girl, you've come far," the man in the cage chuckled again, his voice rough were with mockery. "Who would've thought that, in such a short time, the disciple of the Time Empress would ascend directly to the peak of Tier Six?"

Nina turned with a smirk, revealing her sharp white teeth. "Thank you, elder, for your praise," she said sweetly, though her tone dripped with disdain. "I have heard a lot about you but in the end, you're still a failure."

A crisp sound echoed through the air, followed by the faint, sharp crack that reverberated through the cage's surface.

"I have to say, little brat, you have balls of steel."

Nina slightly tilted her head, her expression a mix of amusement and curiosity, though a faint awkwardness lingered in the silence that followed.

"Cough," the man's raspy voice broke the stillness once more, drawing everyone's attention back to him. "I've made a special weapon just for you, Nina."

"What is it?" Nina asked, her frown deepening with a mix of intrigue and suspicion.

In an instant, the Dragonian figures shifted, creating a space for a towering figure to step forward. This man stood at an imposing two and a half meters, with long, flowing white hair and piercing crimson eyes. His massive black wings extended wide, surpassing his own height.

"Aur…" Nina's voice faltered, her composure momentarily slipping. She struggled to find the right words, her expression shifting from calm to uncertainty.

"It's been a while, Nina," Aur said softly, his wings gently flapping as he met her gaze with a serene yet confident expression.