Heir of Synthesis: The World Mage

As soon as Priam passed through the seventh gate, he found himself in a surreal dimension, saturated with countless spinning runes floating through the void.

Ahead of him, the illusion of a female silhouette wielded a sword, moving with such grace that the very fabric of space seemed to twist and bend with every swing of her blade.

’Meh, screw swords! I am my own ultimate weapon,’ Priam muttered dryly, slamming his fists together.

With a single thought, he moved in another direction, changing the scenery.

This time, he found himself in a silver desert dominated by colossal metallic pillars. A sandstorm blotted out the sun... no, it wasn’t ordinary sand, but fragments of pure metal roaring across the sky like a furious steel dragon.

Priam watched the scene for a moment, recognizing one of the rarest variations of the Earth Element: metal.

’Incredible, but it’s not what I’m looking for.’

He mentally withdrew and chose another direction.

The next instant, he entered a storm of raging lightning and thunder, where bolts of electricity came to life and took the form of mythical beasts. It was the power of Supreme Lightning—spectacular, but still unsuitable for him.

For hours, Priam wandered through countless domains.

Each time he entered a new one, he spent only a few seconds before discarding it. Every domain contained thousands of Magic Arts centered around the same theme, each requiring strict qualifications from the Mage before revealing themselves.

However, Priam ignored every restriction and wandered wherever he pleased, as though the spiritual intelligence of the Inscription itself had been left bewildered, unable to understand what could possibly suit someone as anomalous as him.

That disturbance did not go unnoticed.

Deep within the Inner Sect, the very moment Priam entered the 7th Level, several ancient figures took notice.

Reaching that place was a feat reserved only for the most monstrous geniuses of the Inner Sect.

Realizing that the connection originated from nothing more than an External Branch was already unprecedented.

And discovering that the intruder was merely a Mage Master?

That was shocking.

However, what truly left them speechless was watching him casually stroll through the repository’s most sacred domains, switching from one section to another as if he were browsing an ordinary marketplace.

Within minutes, nearly a dozen great figures from the Inner Sect had turned their attention toward Priam’s projection, watching his every step with a mixture of fascination and disbelief.

Completely unaware of his invisible audience, Priam finally emerged into a domain ruled by an endless ocean of flames roaring with fury.

’Finally found it!’

His eyes lit up with satisfaction.

This was the sanctuary of Fire Magic Arts focused purely on destructive power.

Priam had already studied the foundations of the Pyrix Ancestral Art.

His father’s bloodline allowed him to produce the Flame of Life—a subtle fire, ideal for alchemy because it harmonized perfectly with the life force of herbs and blended with Yin energy without causing conflicts.

Thanks to that second unique property, the flame could even be used to increase fertility and resonate with the opposite sex.

However, when it came to raw offensive power—the true essence of fire—that flame fell short.

Priam wasn’t an alchemist devoted to making use of those subtleties.

Even so, absorbing his father’s bloodline had caused his affinity and control over the fire element to soar to absurd heights.

He only needed to make up for its lack of innate brutality by learning Magic Arts focused entirely on destruction.

Without hesitation, Priam concentrated.

The bloodline within his physical body resonated in perfect harmony with his mental projection.

Within that space, the flames danced in intricate patterns, while thousands of blazing runes floated like stars.

Priam reached out and grabbed one of them at random.

*BOOM!*

The fire rune exploded in a dazzling burst of light, unleashing dozens of flaming arrows straight at him.

Caught off guard, Priam leaped backward and dodged with remarkable agility, but several arrows still slipped through his guard.

He threw punch after punch, shattering the projectiles in midair.

When he blocked one of the impacts, he felt his ”arm” go numb from the force of the blow.

Even though this was only a mental projection, everything felt incredibly real.

It was almost as though his actual body were experiencing it all.

’What monstrous power...’

Priam thought in shock as he felt the sheer violence behind that attack.

After the explosion faded, the flames reformed in the air, condensing back into the exact same rune as before.

’The Underworld Meteor.’

Priam muttered the name of that Divine Class Magic Art, then casually waved his hand through the air.

The flames in front of him gradually began to condense.

Deep within the Inner Sect, the eyes fixed on Priam nearly popped out of their sockets when they witnessed that.

’He memorized it instantly and is already replicating the rune on the spot?!’

A colossal sphere of flames formed in Priam’s hand. At the very core of the sphere, a flawless copy of the rune he had just discovered shone brightly.

’Go!’

Dozens of blazing arrows shot forward, triggering devastating explosions as they slammed into the conceptual ground of that dimension.

’Damn it... Why do I only have ten days here? There are so many incredible things in this place!’

Priam shouted in excitement and reached out toward the next rune.

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In less than a day, Priam had already memorized and mastered thirteen different runes, obtaining thirteen unique Fire Magic Arts—ranging from defensive techniques to direct attack spells, single-target attacks, and large-scale area destruction.

He was ecstatic.

As he kept going, Priam noticed one crucial detail: the darker-colored runes carried a much greater density of power. Even among Divine Class Magic Arts, there were different levels of strength.

From that point on, he completely ignored the more ordinary ones.

That domain seemed like an endless sky, a cosmic sea where thousands of runes floated like stars. If he had unlimited time, he would have studied every single one of them, since each offered a fascinating approach to wielding fire. But time was running out, so he had to be selective.

After traveling a considerable distance and examining dozens of runes...

’Oh?’

Priam slowed down. The surroundings suddenly grew darker, as if he had just crossed through a doorway into another region.

Floating before him was a unique rune that rapidly alternated between vivid red and radiant light green. It wasn’t dark, but veins of energy branched out from its core, spreading in every direction and anchoring themselves into the black void.

The pressure emanating from that rune was on a completely different level from anything he had seen before.

’Is this Fire and Wind?!’

Priam’s heart started pounding. It was an extremely rare dual-element Magic Art!

’Wait...’

He stopped in his tracks. There was a tangible mystery surrounding that rune, a subtle aura of strangeness that set it apart from everything else.

After observing it for a few seconds, a bold smile appeared on his lips. Without a doubt, this was an invaluable treasure!

Far away, in the heart of the Inner Sect, the figures watching the scene exchanged looks filled with utter shock.

”He... he actually found our only Primordial Chaotic Class Magic Art?!”