Lukas Trowman was tortured for 4000 years in the abyss for defying the Demigods, only to be freed from his torture by a summoning ritual from the Roble Holy Kingdom by the Princess herself. Waking in a new world, Lukas finds himself as a protector of Humanity once more, and he doesn't want to lose again.
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Great Mage of The New World [The Great Mage Returns After 4000 Years/Overlord] [No Ainz/Nazarick]
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Prologue: 4000 Years
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Prologue: 4000 Years
4000 years ago in a different place and time.
On a rocky land where grass seemed to barely make it's way through the ground underneath a gray sky of thick clouds, a man floated in the sky. No, to call him merely a man was a disservice to the being he had become.
He stood at almost seven feet tall, being the farther end of six foot nine and had a strong body that almost rivaled the mighty warriors of his time.
He had a long mane of golden hair that was in perfect condition despite the hours of fighting he had just been through. It was thick and lush, and it blew in the wind that was generated by the power he was releasing. His face was sharp and strong, with piercing blue eyes and a strong jaw.
A long black robe covered his body, and two large blue round metal shoulder guards lined with gold rested upon his shoulders. A black cape stretched behind him, blowing in the wind.
All around him creatures of the darkness were jumping, clawing and flying towards him, their gray spindly bodies and tentacle arms reaching up to him, trying to harm him, to defeat him as he floated above them with a content smile on his light face. Their black eyes like fishes as they desperately climbed over the mountains of corpses that were their defeated kin.
Small flashes of light were the only warning that something was wrong before dozens of their bodies exploded into offal and gore.
These crude humanoids were in no way weak, each standing at over nine feet tall and being more than capable enough to kill even seven star mages who were capable of themselves destroying entire cities and many knights individually. It was just that the man hovering above them was just that strong.
"Kiiieeeek!" the sounds of the creatures painfully dying could be heard over the blowing wind, and still, the man simply floated, arms crossed with a smile on his face.
This was nothing but an extermination.
Several of these gray tentacled creatures had jumped high into the sky, crossing almost forty meters with leg strength alone, only to be sliced apart by over a hundred swords of ice that orbited around the man, and their cries silenced as they fell down to the piles of corpses that were their brethren.
Yet still they came, wave after wave.
He had already demolished hundreds, even thousands, yet they still swarmed him.
"A mere human dares to-" The cry of one of them came through the slaughter, yet he was immediately cut down by another flash of light. It's body exploding in a shower of gore as he was just another victim.
"Don't you dare say that again" The man spoke, his voice rich and deep as if the entire world were speaking through him.
"What exactly are you?" Another asked from the ground, it's voice piercing through the wind and reverberating through the valley.
The man's smile widened, his blue eyes flaring with magical power.
"Haven't you heard of me?" He asked, his voice becoming louder with each syllable.
"The apostle of justice who fights against the horde of Evil that brings death and disorder to this world" He said, uncrossing his arms, his voice rumbling across the valley.
"That's me. Humanity's strongest Nine Star great mage. Lukas Trowman!" He finished as his voice shook the world, causing many of the creatures to fall to the ground. Then, in a flash of searing white light, every single one of the creatures for a mile around in each direction were vaporized instantly in a wave of relentless heat. Leaving the ground in a glassy state, reflecting the sky above.
However, even then, the creatures seemed to sprout from the ground, as if they were born from the earth itself. Crunch, crack, crunch.
They broke through the ground and jumped towards him only to be cut down yet again.
Soon, they began trying to reach him yet again.
"How dare a measly human stand against us!" Several of them shouted, their tentacle mouths slurring and salivating as they screamed.
"What an outdated mindset" Lukas Trowman said with unamused frown.
Boom Boom Boom
Hundreds of explosions chained one after another cleared the ground around him once again.
A smile graced his face again soon after.
"When someone like me achieves everything he ever wanted. He starts wanting to help the world out" He said, almost close to chuckling at the pitiful monsters below.
CRACK!
As if the world were just a pane of glass that shattered, several hundred of the creatures were bisected and their bodies slid to the ground, unable to resist.
"It's called volunteering" He said, smiling widely. It was a smile one would give when explaining something simple to a child that one was quite fond of.
"Ha! A petty human thinks he can stop us! Know your place!" One of the creatures called out from below. This one was much larger, standing at over twenty feet with a large stocky body.
Lukas just looked down with pity at the creature below.
"I see, you're a leader of them I suppose?" Lukas asked, waving his right hand, and the creature's head popped like a grape, spewing purple brain matter all over those nearby.
Raising his hand towards the sky, palm up, a golden circle of magic expanded quickly across the sky, spreading for almost a mile.
"Indeed I do think that. It ends here" He said, and a purifying golden light flooded across the land, evaporating every one of the foul creatures.
When the light died down, this time none came up from the ground.
This land had been cleansed and purified.
No more of the foul creatures would rise from the land ever again.
"Humans aren't as weak as you think" He said with a frown.
"Your ego is quite extreme, Lukas Trowman" A voice dripping with venom could be heard from the ground behind him.
Turning to look beneath him, Lukas saw something that was clearly not a mere creature.
Before he could even do anything, hundreds of pitch black hands rose from the ground, grabbing him and completely covering his body.
'I can't gather mana! What is this?" Lukas thought, his mind racing as he realized he was trapped.
"The sin for opposing God" He heard as he was dragged down to the ground.
"That which is not permitted to Humans" The voice continued. It's slimy venomous tone digging into his brain with a thousand blades. The land around him shifted, and he found himself in a sea of endless darkness as the hands gripped and tore at him, his soul, and his mind. Draining his very life force with the power of death.
"As you bathe in the absolute darkness of the abyss, you shall doubt endlessly, and wonder to yourself. Was it really worth it?" The voice continued as Lukas screamed in agony in the darkness with no one to hear him but the hands that tore and pulled at him.
"Doubt, and doubt again. Eventually you will doubt your own existence in the void, till even your last hopes fade to black, and then, only then will it have just begun. Eternal suffering is all that awaits for those who defy God" the voice continued, its venom sinking into his ears and tearing apart his brain in the freezing darkness.
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Kneeling before a white stone altar in a beautiful white cathedral that stood next to the Roble Holy Capital's royal castle, A short blonde lady offered a prayer to her God. It was a prayer, and an offering was made, one of devotion and life.
She wore a white dress robe that had silver lace and golden strings and edges. Her pale shining skin and her bright blue eyes reminded one of perhaps a younger sister to the man Lukas Trowman if they were from the same world, however, such was not the case.
Her prayer was earnest and honest, and many religious figures were gathered in the cathedral, offering their divine power to her, in completing the ritual.
The stained glass windows depicting the victories over the Demi-Humans, and the many figures of their religion shone sunlight through and onto the floor and spotless carpets of red and gold.
Her eyes were shut, and her hands were clasped in prayer and devotion.
When she finished her prayer, she remained kneeling, her hands still clasped, and her head still bowed, a magnificent golden light coalesced on the long white altar, and from the golden light, a large figure formed upon the large altar.
Only after the hushed whispers could be heard, and the holy power faded from the cathedral, could she open her eyes.
Resting silently on the altar deep asleep and unconscious was a large muscular man with a mane of golden hair and a black robe. His blue eyes were open but unseeing.
Could this really be the hero that would save them?
Only time would tell.
The problem was, they didn't have much time left.
The Demi Humans were amassing forces in the hills, and enemies foreign and domestic were making moves.
"Bring this man to the quarters we have prepared, and tell me when he wakes up" Calca said as she got up, looking to the bishop next to her.
"Of course Your Royal Highness" The man said, bowing deeply and calling over people.
Then, as the exhaustion from preforming such a powerful ritual never done before washed over her, she almost fell over in exhaustion, but she was caught by the bishop , who gently rested her next to the altar.
"Someone, quick, Get Her Highness to her quarters and call the healers" He spoke, and sure as the rising sun, many people came, and the Princess was brought to her Royal quarters and tended to by many healers.
Later that day both the princess and the summoned man would awaken, and destiny would be unwound, bringing with it a new age. An age of both strife and victory.
It would be an age with Lukas Trowman at the helm.
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AN: Just getting this out of the way now, No Nazarick/Ainz in this story.
4000 years ago in a different place and time.
On a rocky land where grass seemed to barely make it's way through the ground underneath a gray sky of thick clouds, a man floated in the sky. No, to call him merely a man was a disservice to the being he had become.
He stood at almost seven feet tall, being the farther end of six foot nine and had a strong body that almost rivaled the mighty warriors of his time.
He had a long mane of golden hair that was in perfect condition despite the hours of fighting he had just been through. It was thick and lush, and it blew in the wind that was generated by the power he was releasing. His face was sharp and strong, with piercing blue eyes and a strong jaw.
A long black robe covered his body, and two large blue round metal shoulder guards lined with gold rested upon his shoulders. A black cape stretched behind him, blowing in the wind.
All around him creatures of the darkness were jumping, clawing and flying towards him, their gray spindly bodies and tentacle arms reaching up to him, trying to harm him, to defeat him as he floated above them with a content smile on his light face. Their black eyes like fishes as they desperately climbed over the mountains of corpses that were their defeated kin.
Small flashes of light were the only warning that something was wrong before dozens of their bodies exploded into offal and gore.
These crude humanoids were in no way weak, each standing at over nine feet tall and being more than capable enough to kill even seven star mages who were capable of themselves destroying entire cities and many knights individually. It was just that the man hovering above them was just that strong.
"Kiiieeeek!" the sounds of the creatures painfully dying could be heard over the blowing wind, and still, the man simply floated, arms crossed with a smile on his face.
This was nothing but an extermination.
Several of these gray tentacled creatures had jumped high into the sky, crossing almost forty meters with leg strength alone, only to be sliced apart by over a hundred swords of ice that orbited around the man, and their cries silenced as they fell down to the piles of corpses that were their brethren.
Yet still they came, wave after wave.
He had already demolished hundreds, even thousands, yet they still swarmed him.
"A mere human dares to-" The cry of one of them came through the slaughter, yet he was immediately cut down by another flash of light. It's body exploding in a shower of gore as he was just another victim.
"Don't you dare say that again" The man spoke, his voice rich and deep as if the entire world were speaking through him.
"What exactly are you?" Another asked from the ground, it's voice piercing through the wind and reverberating through the valley.
The man's smile widened, his blue eyes flaring with magical power.
"Haven't you heard of me?" He asked, his voice becoming louder with each syllable.
"The apostle of justice who fights against the horde of Evil that brings death and disorder to this world" He said, uncrossing his arms, his voice rumbling across the valley.
"That's me. Humanity's strongest Nine Star great mage. Lukas Trowman!" He finished as his voice shook the world, causing many of the creatures to fall to the ground. Then, in a flash of searing white light, every single one of the creatures for a mile around in each direction were vaporized instantly in a wave of relentless heat. Leaving the ground in a glassy state, reflecting the sky above.
However, even then, the creatures seemed to sprout from the ground, as if they were born from the earth itself. Crunch, crack, crunch.
They broke through the ground and jumped towards him only to be cut down yet again.
Soon, they began trying to reach him yet again.
"How dare a measly human stand against us!" Several of them shouted, their tentacle mouths slurring and salivating as they screamed.
"What an outdated mindset" Lukas Trowman said with unamused frown.
Boom Boom Boom
Hundreds of explosions chained one after another cleared the ground around him once again.
A smile graced his face again soon after.
"When someone like me achieves everything he ever wanted. He starts wanting to help the world out" He said, almost close to chuckling at the pitiful monsters below.
CRACK!
As if the world were just a pane of glass that shattered, several hundred of the creatures were bisected and their bodies slid to the ground, unable to resist.
"It's called volunteering" He said, smiling widely. It was a smile one would give when explaining something simple to a child that one was quite fond of.
"Ha! A petty human thinks he can stop us! Know your place!" One of the creatures called out from below. This one was much larger, standing at over twenty feet with a large stocky body.
Lukas just looked down with pity at the creature below.
"I see, you're a leader of them I suppose?" Lukas asked, waving his right hand, and the creature's head popped like a grape, spewing purple brain matter all over those nearby.
Raising his hand towards the sky, palm up, a golden circle of magic expanded quickly across the sky, spreading for almost a mile.
"Indeed I do think that. It ends here" He said, and a purifying golden light flooded across the land, evaporating every one of the foul creatures.
When the light died down, this time none came up from the ground.
This land had been cleansed and purified.
No more of the foul creatures would rise from the land ever again.
"Humans aren't as weak as you think" He said with a frown.
"Your ego is quite extreme, Lukas Trowman" A voice dripping with venom could be heard from the ground behind him.
Turning to look beneath him, Lukas saw something that was clearly not a mere creature.
Before he could even do anything, hundreds of pitch black hands rose from the ground, grabbing him and completely covering his body.
'I can't gather mana! What is this?" Lukas thought, his mind racing as he realized he was trapped.
"The sin for opposing God" He heard as he was dragged down to the ground.
"That which is not permitted to Humans" The voice continued. It's slimy venomous tone digging into his brain with a thousand blades. The land around him shifted, and he found himself in a sea of endless darkness as the hands gripped and tore at him, his soul, and his mind. Draining his very life force with the power of death.
"As you bathe in the absolute darkness of the abyss, you shall doubt endlessly, and wonder to yourself. Was it really worth it?" The voice continued as Lukas screamed in agony in the darkness with no one to hear him but the hands that tore and pulled at him.
"Doubt, and doubt again. Eventually you will doubt your own existence in the void, till even your last hopes fade to black, and then, only then will it have just begun. Eternal suffering is all that awaits for those who defy God" the voice continued, its venom sinking into his ears and tearing apart his brain in the freezing darkness.
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Kneeling before a white stone altar in a beautiful white cathedral that stood next to the Roble Holy Capital's royal castle, A short blonde lady offered a prayer to her God. It was a prayer, and an offering was made, one of devotion and life.
She wore a white dress robe that had silver lace and golden strings and edges. Her pale shining skin and her bright blue eyes reminded one of perhaps a younger sister to the man Lukas Trowman if they were from the same world, however, such was not the case.
Her prayer was earnest and honest, and many religious figures were gathered in the cathedral, offering their divine power to her, in completing the ritual.
The stained glass windows depicting the victories over the Demi-Humans, and the many figures of their religion shone sunlight through and onto the floor and spotless carpets of red and gold.
Her eyes were shut, and her hands were clasped in prayer and devotion.
When she finished her prayer, she remained kneeling, her hands still clasped, and her head still bowed, a magnificent golden light coalesced on the long white altar, and from the golden light, a large figure formed upon the large altar.
Only after the hushed whispers could be heard, and the holy power faded from the cathedral, could she open her eyes.
Resting silently on the altar deep asleep and unconscious was a large muscular man with a mane of golden hair and a black robe. His blue eyes were open but unseeing.
Could this really be the hero that would save them?
Only time would tell.
The problem was, they didn't have much time left.
The Demi Humans were amassing forces in the hills, and enemies foreign and domestic were making moves.
"Bring this man to the quarters we have prepared, and tell me when he wakes up" Calca said as she got up, looking to the bishop next to her.
"Of course Your Royal Highness" The man said, bowing deeply and calling over people.
Then, as the exhaustion from preforming such a powerful ritual never done before washed over her, she almost fell over in exhaustion, but she was caught by the bishop , who gently rested her next to the altar.
"Someone, quick, Get Her Highness to her quarters and call the healers" He spoke, and sure as the rising sun, many people came, and the Princess was brought to her Royal quarters and tended to by many healers.
Later that day both the princess and the summoned man would awaken, and destiny would be unwound, bringing with it a new age. An age of both strife and victory.
It would be an age with Lukas Trowman at the helm.
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AN: Just getting this out of the way now, No Nazarick/Ainz in this story.
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