My Lucky Encounter From The Game Turned Into Reality
The prologue began with towers that seemed to scrape the very heavens.
Teleport gates linked every corner of the sprawling cities.
Sky fortresses hovered high above, silently watching over the ground below.
Supersonic maglev trains and airships ferried all manner of cargo across the land.
This was the world of Rondel, where magic had advanced so far that it might as well have been science fiction.
Across four continents and twenty nations, humans, elves, dwarves, and many other races had carved out their own domains and lived in relative harmony.
Having passed through the Mythic Age and the Age of Swords, the current era was known as the Age of Magic, and humanity proudly called it their golden age.
—December 29, 1999 of the Magic Era.
With a new century on the horizon, the last will and testament of a certain archmage was made public, and the entire world was thrown into chaos.
“Power, knowledge, and wealth. I have hidden all that I possess somewhere in this world.”
“Yearn for it. The one who claims this masterless opportunity may very well be you.”
The name of that archmage was Manuel Lucas.
He had been the pioneer who ushered in the golden age of magic, a Grand Duke of the Brigham Empire, and one of only three people in all recorded history to reach the exalted rank of 9th-class mage.
A man utterly consumed by magic, he had lived and died a bachelor with no children, and had been so absorbed in his research that he never took a single apprentice.
In other words, whoever found his hidden fortune would officially become his heir.
The estimated value of Grand Duke Lucas’s assets rivaled the national budget of the Brigham Empire itself.
Yet far more valuable than mere riches were the opportunities—the knowledge and power he had left behind.
After all, it was thanks to his influence that the Brigham Empire had risen to become the strongest nation on the planet and the undisputed leader in magical engineering.
Because of this, intelligence agencies from every country, along with countless private organizations, began searching for Grand Duke Lucas’s legacy regardless of race or affiliation.
“A dungeon belonging to Manuel Lucas lies in the barren Dragon Land.”
“His wealth is hidden in the Elysia Union, famous for its tax havens.”
“One of his personal Sky Fortresses is anchored in the Stormy Sea at the center of the world.”
Rumors about his hidden opportunities spread like wildfire.
But most of them were nothing more than wild speculation. Not a single one of his legacies was ever discovered. Despite countless people investigating Manuel Lucas, not even the smallest clue ever surfaced.
Time passed, and twenty years slipped by.
You have acquired Manuel Lucas’s legacy.
“Finally…”
Just as the treasure hunters who had scoured the world like combing for lice had grown exhausted and given up, a single young man claimed the great archmage’s fortune for himself.