Full-time Mage: My Father is Hua Zhanhong

Chapter 1: Victims of the Phonological Disaster

It is midsummer in August and the sun is scorching.

Cicadas are chirping and fireflies are flying.

A small courtyard in the woods, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, seems extremely quiet!

There is water in front, mountains behind, and the yard is full of flowers and plants.

In the small courtyard, a busy young man was running back and forth with a watering can in his hand, watering the blooming flowers.

The young man looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a head of long silver-white hair that was particularly eye-catching.

His eyes were wrapped in circles of black satin, blocking out all light, but strangely, his hand movements were not affected at all.

Suddenly, his ears moved slightly, and he slowly raised his head, and his eyes under the black satin seemed to look towards the gate.

A tall man in a military coat was standing there.

The young man smiled softly and said, "Do you need to use the power of space to come to me, Dad?"

"We can travel faster this way." replied the man in the military coat.

As soon as the words fell, the figure that was originally at the gate instantly came to the young man's side.

The man first looked up and down at his son whom he had not seen for a long time. When he sensed his current cultivation level, a hint of satisfaction flashed in the man's eyes.

"Dad, you came here this time because the time we agreed on has come, right?"

The man nodded at first, then when he thought of his son's current condition, he said, "Xiao Yu, it's been three years. It's time for you to go out and see the world."

Hearing this, the young man called Xiaoyu looked up, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he sighed, "Three years really went by so fast!"

"You're already nineteen." The man couldn't help but sigh.

"Nineteen years old, intermediate level three, how does my talent compare to hers?"

The man naturally knew who his son was talking about. After thinking for a moment, he answered truthfully, "When she was your age, she was already a high-level one."

"Then I think I can feel more at ease?" Xiaoyu said with a smile.

The man shook his head and said solemnly, "No, she awakened earlier than you, and she is an elementalist, but you are the most difficult dimensionalist. In addition, you haven't used any resources in these years, so in terms of talent alone, you are stronger than she was back then."

"Is that so?" Xiao Yu's smile turned into a faint bitter smile, and then asked, "Back then, your apprentice's lover was also the most talented rising star in the country, but you failed to protect her. And I, who was called a heretic like her, am now exposed to the world. Can you really protect me?"

"You are different from her."

"What's the difference? Aren't we all victims that are feared by those people?"

"But you are my Hua Zhanhong's biological son!" the man said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Hua Yu's heart was shocked.

The originally calm heart was like a lake as smooth as a mirror, but suddenly ripples appeared.

Yes, I am different from her.

Hua Zhanhong would not risk his life for his apprentice's so-called lover, but what if that person was himself?
How could a father just watch those people from the Court of Justice attack his son and remain indifferent!

Over the years, he himself had fallen into misunderstanding!
Hua Yu is actually a time traveler, and he came to this world when he was born. When he grew up and learned about this world, he was surprised to find that this was the magic world in his favorite novel in his previous life, Versatile Mage.

When Hua Yu first learned the news, he was extremely troubled. After all, this world is not safe at all!

There are demons rampant outside and terrorist organizations like the Black Vatican inside.

But even in this situation of internal and external troubles, human beings are still constantly fighting among themselves.

Therefore, if you want to survive, you can only keep getting stronger until you have enough power.

Fortunately, Hua Yu’s father in this life is called Hua Zhanhong.

He is the chief of the Southern Military Region in the original novel, a powerful forbidden spell wizard.

Hua Yu doesn't have to worry about the resources for cultivation. In this case, he just needs to wait for his magic to awaken at the age of sixteen, and then he can start to become stronger slowly.

Even if he doesn't have particularly good talents at that time, under this background, relying on the accumulation of resources, Hua Yu can ensure that his strength will definitely not be weak.

However, on the day of magic awakening, when Hua Yu touched the awakening stone with both hands, a sound wave quietly spread out, and all the freshmen present in the school fell into a coma, and some teachers with weaker strength felt dizzy.

When Hua Yu came back to his senses after awakening, he saw the frightened eyes of the teachers. At that moment he knew his talent.

The victims!
The inability to control one's own power and the uncontrolled creation of disasters around them are the characteristics of disaster victims.

Upon learning of this, Hua Zhanhong rushed over immediately and blocked all news about the matter.

The news was indeed blocked, but the fear on those people’s faces could not be eliminated!
There is no doubt that the victims are very talented, but Hua Yu just can't be happy.

Being regarded as a heretic by those around you and having to constantly hide your abilities, is that kind of life really worth being happy about?
Hua Yu knew the last victim. Her name was Qin Yuer, a cold but very gentle older sister. One day, she was suddenly taken away and never came back.
The Court of Judgment does not give the victims any time to develop. Once they are discovered, they are immediately controlled and executed.

Hua Yu didn't think Hua Zhanhong could handle the entire Court of Dissenters alone.

So he was afraid.

After leaving school, he came to this small courtyard, where he stayed at ease and controlled his power.

It wasn't until today when his father Hua Zhanhong came and said those words that he finally figured something out.

At this moment, something that bound him was opened!
There seemed to be a gleam of sharpness in the eyes beneath the black satin.

Heresy, what is heresy?
When I become powerful and invincible in the world, no matter what my talents are, I will be considered a heretic.

But by then, who would dare to say a word to me?
Hua Zhanhong keenly noticed the changes in Hua Yu, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This was the first time in three years that he smiled at his son.

"How long are you going to wear this piece of rag?" Hua Zhanhong asked with a smile, looking at the black satin on Hua Yu's face.

Hearing this, Hua Yu also laughed.

There was nothing wrong with his eyes. The black satin wrapped around his eyes forced him to rely on hearing only in order to control his own power.

Hua Yu stretched out his hand behind his head and pulled it. The wind blew and the black satin floated away.

He slowly opened his eyes, and those eyes that seemed to contain the stars and the sea looked quietly into the distance, as if he was ready to set sail at any time.

(End of this chapter)