Another World’s Versatile Crafting Master - Chapter 40 - Contend

In this world riddled with strife, where even kids know spells, and powerful mages are nobility, Cael was born with no mana at all. An heir to the family of mages, he was his father’s disappointment, and his city’s laughingstock. But who knew that he had a much different destiny? To prevent a looming catastrophe no one else knows about—to stop the Starspawn.

“Blood Mage System activated. Greetings, user. I am your Blood Mage System. Consume the blood of powerful creatures to purchase new abilities.”

With that power, Cael will become a hero able to stand against the fate that crushed countless others—even if the world will call him a demon instead.

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