Just as the Lava General began reforming Foster Iron Mine, a seemingly unremarkable mountain on the border of the Graycastle Empire was now engulfed in flames, while countless meteors continuously fell from the sky.
Even the earth seemed to tremble.
Towns dozens of miles away from the mountain range were shaking.
Countless birds and beasts, even magical creatures, fled frantically into the wilderness.
Meteor showers had already become exceedingly rare in this world. One capable of causing such destruction was rarer still, something that appeared once every hundred thousand years and might even bring about a world-ending crisis!
Of course, there was no need to consider that this time.
At the very least, none of the world's upper echelon were worried. They merely developed a deep wariness toward a Magic Net user named "Delin the Archmage," and finally understood that in this world, names could be wrong, but nicknames never were.
Meteorfall was Delin the Archmage's nickname.
At that moment, Delin the Archmage stood atop a neighboring mountain, aiming the Magic Net Videos livestream camera at the peak. "Everyone, did I do the right thing? A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye."
"About half a month ago, a group of people suddenly appeared—around seven or eight of them. Four were Legendary Mages, three were senior priests, and there was one unknown existence who never made a move. They ambushed my magic tower, stole my savings, and forced me into the Storm Sea. If I hadn't happened to encounter the Magic Net Auction, I might have died long ago from my body collapsing."
"Now that I've survived, I'm going to find those enemies of mine and give each of them a Forbidden Magic. If they survive, I won't hold it against them. If they don't, then they can