Chapter 1297
At thirty-nine, he was still just a Level 5 mage. But by forty, he had stepped into the ranks of Level 9 Grand Mages; by forty-three, he became a Magus; at fifty, a Titled Magus; and at seventy, he finally reached the Sky Rank.
And after reaching the Sky Rank, nothing could stop his advance. He soared ahead with terrifying momentum, only halting when he reached Sky Rank Level 9.
His name was Agalon.
Leon listened dazedly as Agalon finished his story, utterly stunned. One thought flashed through his mind: anyone researching history in the future must be a complete idiot.
Agalon was actually a direct royal descendant of the Third Dynasty! That canary prince from the Odin Kingdom who had already died was a total fraud?
"The power of an astrologer is the ability to glimpse fragments of the future. On my first day at Astral Academy, when I was twelve, I saw a vision of myself at thirty-nine. I saw myself discovering the path to the Natural Semi-Plane.
I knew my own talent. Without enough resources, it was hard to achieve anything great, so I devoted myself to alchemy, hoping to find that path sooner. I knew my destiny would change because of it.
But no matter how hard I tried, I still couldn't alter the trajectory of fate. It wasn't until I was thirty-nine, thanks to a twist of luck, that I finally found the path to the Semi-Plane."
As Agalon revealed the truth, Leon became more convinced that future historians must have holes in their brains. Who knows how much those historical accounts have been embellished.
Future textbooks make a big deal out of Agalon supposedly refusing to sell the path to the Semi-Plane purely out of a thirst for knowledge and curiosity about the unknown.
But hearing Agalon reveal the truth in person, it turns out he saw the moment his fate would change when he was just twelve. He studied alchemy just to find it. From the start, he knew—interest had nothing to do with it.
"All these years, I've only glimpsed a handful of visions.
I saw the Blazeforge Realm destroyed in the future, saw it vanish completely, never to be found again.
I saw a desolate world—a ruined city sitting in the desert, with a towering spire inside. The sky was split with cracks, filled with storms of destruction.
Then the sky tore open, and the whole world seemed to shatter into pieces. Countless flames and disasters descended, drowning everything. The numb, terrified faces vanished completely. I knew—that world was the Northend World."
Agalon's tone grew heavy, his eyes locked onto Leon.
Leon’s eyelid twitched, and images of doomsday Heather City and the destruction of Northend World flashed through his mind.
Agalon could actually see the end of Northend World? Damn, why did the biographies never mention this? Grand Astrologer—hell, that wasn’t just some fancy spell title in the records, but Agalon’s true identity as an astrologer!
Agalon watched Leon silently for a moment, then continued speaking on his own.
"At first, I only noticed you because you seemed to have a Natural Semi-Plane too. All these years, I thought I was the only one who’d found one and managed to develop it, keeping it from being destroyed in the void.
But then I discovered you—your endless mana, your wild fighting style, even your ability to battle across several minor ranks. That’s not something spells, control, or incantations can do. Only someone with a stabilized Natural Semi-Plane of earth, fire, water, and wind could manage it.
When you reached Level 9 Titled Magus, I was sure. No mage could master earth, fire, water, and wind in such a short time. Only a Natural Semi-Plane’s owner could do that.
You’re a genius—a true genius. Out of curiosity, I had people gather all your information.
That’s when I found something different."
Agalon took a sip of tea, while Leon listened quietly. Honestly, he wasn’t worried at all that Agalon would figure out he’d come from the future—after all, nothing like that had ever happened before...
"For the first decade or so of your life, you were just an ordinary magic apprentice with mediocre talent. It took years, plus a ton of family gold, to barely reach Level 9 Magic Apprentice.
But after the family’s accident, you seemed to change overnight. Your rank shot up, and you suddenly knew all sorts of advanced magical knowledge—knowledge ahead of its time.
From then on, you began your terrifying rise—solving formulas that Cloudspire Tower had struggled with for decades, showing frightening talent and strength in alchemy. Most importantly, you seemed to know everything.
Until you went to the Blazeforge Realm—so much happened there. Others might not have noticed anything strange, only marveling at your talent and strength. But I knew: no one could solve everything, no one could handle every problem.