I am a Primitive Man - Chapter 11: The primitive people almost vomited

I remember the story of a novel I had read in my previous life just before my marriage. If you don’t mess up the wedding, you’ll be poisoned by your husband! So I kissed the pastor who was in charge of the ceremony.

“Commander, are you alright?” shouted one of the holy knights as he approached the pastor who was kissed.

Huh, what?

Wait … are you the commander of the Holy Knights?

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Rurutia, who was about to die, wanted to spend her last moment in a temple where she felt at ease the most. She started a business with her friends for the temple, and it was a big hit.

“Miss, you have the world in the palm of your hands!”

“Are you a God who has descended to Earth?”

In the midst of being embarrassed by the large crown, the commander of the holy knights himself was also acting strange.

“All I wish for is to be your husband,” he said, his eyes shining with obsession. “Take responsibility for stealing my first kiss.”

This is all so wrong.

It seems that I changed my future.

Connor finds himself in a world of spy mages with powers like fire, water, air, earth, and manifestation, all which require using wands. But, there are these powers–powerful powers–that require nothing but their own body. These are called Perks, which are super rare and only go down in certain family lines all around the world. These are many things that occur in the spy mage world.

These spy mages still act like spies. They infiltrate bases and take down ruthless leaders using their powers. They have to keep themselves unknown by the world at risk of being hunted by the government. If they were to be shown to the world, the entire world would be in a war against these people. These things are stuff that Connor never knew existed.

He attends the YMPA academy, where he finds friends and learns how to use his power.

But he finds himself in a war against the MSTO, powerful and evil spy mage corporations that want to steal and create weapons to take over the US and the world. Everyone would be in danger of their tyranny, and they need to be stopped right here and right now. And that mission has been given to Connor to defeat them. Will Connor and his team stop the MSTO and save humanity? What other powers will Connor discover?

Find out in Spy Mage System.

If you’re for a more action-packed story, and this should be good for you. Although there is brief romance, there is some throughout the story—so no need to worry much if you want some romance and relationship in this book.

Character development will happen pretty slowly, so pay close attention.

Hope you enjoy!

The 13th disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung.

After slicing the head of the peerless Heavenly Demon, who threw the world into chaos, he slept an eternal sleep on the peak of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. Jumping over a hundred years, he comes back in the body of a child.

But… what? Mount Hua declined? What the hell are you talking about!?

It’s only natural to want to live if you’re going broke.

“Decline? Even though I’m here? Who would dare!”

Plum blossoms eventually fall.

But when the cold winter passes and spring comes, plum blossoms shall bloom again.

“But I’m gonna die first before Mount Hua gets revived! If you’re gonna go bust, might as well do it right, you bastards!”

The beginning of the Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung’s solitary struggle to save the thoroughly declining Mount Hua Sect.

In the wake of the first wave of shadow creatures, the world was plunged into ruin, a desolate yet enchanted wasteland. Humanity, driven underground, clung to survival while desperately plotting to reclaim their shattered world.But from the abyss of darkness, something miraculous stirred—a mysterious tree, shimmering with ancient power, appeared overnight. It chose only the strongest of heart, those with unbreakable will, gifting them extraordinary abilities. With these powers, humanity rose from the depths, waging war against the shadows.Yet beneath the surface of their heroic deeds lay a hidden rot. Corruption seeped into their ranks, and arrogance clouded their judgment. As their powers grew, so did the whispers of betrayal. The true battle may not be against the creatures lurking in the shadows—but against the darkness festering within their own hearts.A question lingers: When heroes fall, who will rise to take their place?