Thief Mage

3

I was horrified. She instantly channeled her magic. Such a rapid convergence of magic proved her magical power to be truly extraordinary.

It's over, this time. Where can I run in the water?

In despair, I could already hear her shout, "Seven Stars Return!" She waved her hands toward the sky, and the clouds and winds shifted. I looked up, and a dense mass of fireballs filled my vision, hurling down. Seven of them, arranged in the shape of seven stars, roared down.

"Ouch!" I screamed, terrified beyond comprehension. The past scene replayed itself. It was over. In this final moment, I thought of Grandpa, Grandma, and the happy days of my childhood. Most of all, I thought of that bowl. Besides eating, it could also be used to block minor spells. I vaguely remember it once helping me block a forbidden spell called "Thunderstorm." Later, I heard that bowl was called the Celestial Magic Shield. It's a shield, but its shape is rather misshapen. It's just been used as a cauldron for me. Without this bowl, I'm like a snail without a shell;

But now, without even a shirt on, I'm just a naked slug!

My only remaining option is to escape using teleportation. This teleportation is what I call my ultimate trick. It's helped me escape countless times in my past escapes. (Teleportation—a high-level wind-based auxiliary magic, powered by both mind and magic power—only possessed by mages.)

Of course, I haven't reached the same advanced level as a mage, but I've known for a long time that I control wind elements beyond ordinary people, and my telepathic connection to wind is exceptionally strong. Fortunately, bookstores now sell a few magic books in addition to erotic novels. Thanks to my special ability, I quickly understood the wind magic described in the books. Through my talent and practice, I've discovered a wealth of unknown wind-related knowledge.

Of course, magic like teleportation is a closely guarded secret among wizards, and books only briefly mention it without any detailed explanation. It's precisely because of my special ability to harness the wind element, the immense wind magic within that pipe, and my deep understanding of it that I was able to master teleportation on my own. It's also precisely because I had no one to teach me that I'm only half-baked at it. I have to admit, I've had some bad luck, ending up in a Tyrannosaurus Rex's lair, a patch of dark, man-eating plants, or even above a poisonous swamp...

So, I only use that damn teleportation when absolutely necessary, and it kills me.

I could already feel the heat of the fireball on my face, and I was utterly anxious. I could already imagine the roasted suckling pig. The fireball was getting closer and closer, almost touching the surface of the water.

But now that damn pipe was on the shore, it was over! What should I do? Should I use my own abilities to teleport? Oh my god, that's magic only wizards can use! Without that pipe, how could I possibly cast such high-level magic? But there was no other way. The situation was desperate, so I quickly gathered the wind element.

Oh no! Not enough elements. Only after gathering them did I realize my true strength was insufficient. I couldn't die. In this anxiety, I increased my mental strength.

Ah! My head ached excruciatingly!

Wow! Still no effect.

Gritting my teeth and furrowing my brow, I shouted and forced my mental strength once more.

The fireball was too close. It was too late... In the final moments, the final seconds of my life, I suddenly opened my eyes and roared, "Time Teleport!"

The sound echoed across the empty lake. As the fireball hit the water, my figure gradually blurred and vanished with a "swish."

The moment they vanished, the fireballs struck where I had been. Seven massive fireballs exploded, sending towering columns of water soaring into the sky. The smaller fireballs, scattered here and there, littered the lake with devastating volcanic activity. Birds in the forest flew into flight, startled, and water fell from the sky, rippling the entire lake. A white mist filled the surface, like a pot of freshly boiled water.

Having survived the ordeal, I dove out of the portal of time and space, sprawling onto the ground. Feeling the earth, I felt a sense of peace. Bare-chested, I propped myself up with my trembling hands. The dreadful feeling hadn't yet faded, and my body felt weak. I staggered to my feet, gasping for air.

Oh my god! I almost...

This chapter is unfinished. Please turn to the next page to continue reading... The Thief Mage's latest chapter, Chapter 3, is available at: It's down again. Ugh~~~ I'm not dead. So I'm not dead yet. Overwhelmed with excitement, I wiped the tears from my face. Amidst my excitement, I caught a glimpse of a red figure out of the corner of my eye.

Huh?

Why does this figure look so familiar? Confused, I focused my gaze to see clearly.

It's Lilisa!

"Ahhh!" I cried out in surprise and despair, my features constricting, my expression instantly as if I'd eaten ten dead rats. My life, my ideals, my happiness, all shattered in that moment. Even if I had to face a Tyrannosaurus, I wouldn't want to face this girl.

Unexpectedly, Lisa also cried out, immediately covering her face with her hands, her cheeks blushing like apples.

In my despair, I was stunned for a moment.

It was so cold down there...

Ah ... My dear cigarette was back in my hand. I kissed it again and again excitedly. No spells were needed. I just twisted my hips and turned around very coolly, and then it disappeared into the air...