Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

After returning to the mage tower, Melvin's previously amiable and kind professor image disappeared, replaced by deep fatigue and worry on his face.

He quickly walked to a place similar to an observatory at the top of the mage tower.

This was the most epoch-making magic he had researched and was most proud of back then.

It could break through the barrier of the 'native world'.

It allowed him to glimpse the other worlds that belonged to the "outside."

Melvin vaguely remembered that when he first released this magic, he was extremely excited, gazing at the cosmic planes with anticipation and eagerness.

However, the dazzling and colorful universe he had imagined did not exist.

What he saw was a desolate scene.

It was...

A dark forest.

If it were just that, it would have been fine.

But in his arrogance and ignorance, he made a fatal mistake, a mistake that could bring destruction and calamity to their world.

He... Sent a communication magic to this Dark Forest plane.

Melvin's original intention was to find other civilizations and communicate with other worlds.

However...

What responded to this "communication magic" was not any world.

But...

A symbol of destruction.

A reason why the cosmic planes were so "desolate."

The most powerful hunter in the dark forest.

The demon race.

Melvin knew so much, including the name of the demon race, thanks to another kind race, the elves.

Fortunately, the kind elves also received Melvin's communication magic and took the initiative to contact Melvin, which made this legendary human mage realize that he had caused trouble.

It was also from the elves that Melvin saw the worlds and civilizations destroyed by the demons one by one, including the powerful elf race.

Unfortunately... Because of his previous communication magic, the coordinates of his world, the human world, were captured by the demon race, and now the demon race was... rushing towards their world at full speed.

In other words...

An unprecedented calamity was about to descend.

The human race had reached a critical countdown of life and death.

Now, every time Melvin stood here at the observatory, he felt extremely painful and guilty. It was him, it was him who, out of a moment of curiosity, had harmed everyone, harmed humanity, harmed the entire world.

Although he learned about the terror of the demon race from the elves...

Even the elves, a civilization much more advanced than the current humans, were destroyed by the descent of the demon race.

But Melvin would never give up like this.

That's why he no longer kept anything private, took up the position of professor, set up public courses, and did his best to spread his knowledge, so that more humans could benefit, and the overall level of the human race could be improved as much as possible.

But relying on this alone was far from enough.

The great elder of the elf race Nazha told him that the true terror of the demon race lay in the seven apostles and the Demon King.

The confrontation between top-level combat powers was the key to influencing the outcome.

And the top-level combat power on the human side was him, but Melvin knew that he was only at the same level as that great elder Nazha, and even in terms of talent, he was far inferior to the little girl Vielsia, the princess of the elf queen.

So Melvin could only place his hopes on others.

He vigorously promoted the Academy Tournament to select people from all over the world who truly had the potential to be "saviors" in this way.

Unfortunately... Melvin let out a heavy sigh.

A few strands of white could be seen in his sideburns.

Such Arcane Tournaments and Academy Tournaments had been held for several sessions, and although each session could give birth to several students and participants who made Melvin's eyes light up...

It was not enough. They might be outstanding, but they were far from reaching the level of being able to save the world.

They couldn't even surpass the achievements he had made when he was young, let alone confront the terrifying calamity from outside the planes.

A deep sense of powerlessness and anxiety enveloped Melvin.

Unfortunately, he could do nothing.

He could only rely on the "observatory" to constantly probe outside the planes, to observe the distance remaining before the demon race reached their world, and how much time was left for them.

Melvin closed his eyes and stepped into the mana pool inside the observatory. With the help of the rich mana inside, when Melvin suddenly opened his eyes again, his eyes burst with a silvery-white light, gazing up at the sky overhead, as if his vision could penetrate everything and see the cosmic planes in the distant other shore.

Melvin had long been familiar with this magic, but soon, he suddenly seemed to suffer a violent shock, his entire body swaying, and the mana pool below the observatory seemed to ripple and surge along with Melvin.

Buzz!

With a violent ripple, Melvin withdrew from that "observing" state, the white light in his eyes gradually dissipating, leaving behind...

Shock, panic, confusion, and... anxiety.

"Why..."

"How could this be? Yesterday when I observed, the shadows of those demons were still very blurry, and they were at least ten years away from our world, but... but now, no... could I have seen it wrong?"

Muttering to himself, Melvin immediately rearranged the observatory, preparing to perform the observation magic again.

However...

"No, no, no, no! They accelerated, the demon race accelerated? This... this is..."

Melvin sat down in the mana pool, a bit of a breakdown.

Now, this legendary human mage, with disheveled hair and a face full of despair, because no matter how many times Melvin observed, the answer was always the same.

The demon race was indeed getting closer and closer to their world. From the original arrival in at least ten years, it had now been shortened to possibly descending in eight years.

The time left for their human race was already short enough.

As a result, this number was still accelerating. What Melvin feared was not that ten years would become eight years, but that tomorrow's observation might change from eight years to six years, and then shorten again with the next observation.

This almost shattered his original plan of trying to catch up and narrow the gap between human civilization and the demon race within ten years.

What to do!

What to do!

Melvin, who was anxious as if on fire, could only think of one solution now.

Seek help from his only ally, the elves.

At least he had to find out from that great elder Nazha the reason for the demon race's acceleration.

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In the vast and boundless cosmic planes...

A star raft made entirely of ancient trees floated in the darkness.

They were the last survivors of the elf planet, the only group of elf refugees who had escaped the calamity of the demon race's descent.

At this moment, in the great elder's room...

A young barefoot little loli, who was also the last young princess the elf race had sent out with all their might, Vielsia, was now running towards the depths of the star raft.

Her childish and anxious voice called out to a figure meditating in the depths of the room.

"Grandma! The human... the human world has sent another communication, it's red, the most urgent communication!"