My Muscle System in the Mage World

Aur's blurry figure travelled in the opposite direction of his house, with his perception always active, looking out for enemies.

Even when he couldn't sense them, he walked out of the village entirely.

Although the walls of the outer area had improved, that didn't mean they could stop him, especially since his robust muscles allowed him to generate so much power that he could jump almost reaching the clouds.

His movements were fluid, almost ethereal, as if he were dancing with the night itself.

While thinking of these, he had already circled the entire village and came to the other side, which he entered wearing a panda mask.

"I wonder how my father and mother, my little sister, are doing?" Aur thought, his gaze turning warm.

The warmth of his family was the last shred of humanity he had.

Aur wasn't a good person, but in his view, what he was doing was right.

As for the view of others, he didn't care whether others thought he did good or bad.

Good and bad, or virtuous and evil, were often a matter of perspective!

From one's perspective, a person can be seen as good and virtuous, but to another person, that same individual could be considered an evil beast.

So, it didn't matter what people thought about you; the only thing that mattered was your heart.

However, this was easier said than done. Humans are social animals, and they need to interact and seek the companionship of others. Very few could truly live as they wanted.

Aur's blurry figure silently made its way into the house.

Just as he entered the compound, Aur's expression, initially warm, turned to a frown.

"Smell of blood?" His nose twitched uncontrollably, and a sense of foreboding settled in his mind, constantly nagging at him.

"What happened?"

For the first time in a while, Aur's body trembled, disbelief evident on his face.

He didn't even dare to use his perception to sense what had happened inside as he slowly made his way into the house.

The smell of blood grew stronger and stronger as he lightly knocked on the door.

"Mother, Father," Aur called out with a trembling voice, but no reply came. The door slightly cracked open with his knock.

The sense of a bad premonition increasingly grew as his eyes flickered with disbelief.

At his level, any sense of crisis and premonition was fifty percent accurate, but Aur didn't want to think about that right now. His gaze solely focused on the living room, where things were neatly kept.

His mother always had the habit of cleaning and maintaining the living room, and they always enjoyed snacks there, using the jade box which was basically the TV.

The vivid memory of his mother's nagging still rang in his ears.

The smell of blood grew even more pungent in Aur's nose. With shaky legs, he propelled himself forward.

His once-strong muscles, which could generate terrifying power, now felt weak, and his pupils lost colour the further he walked.

The smell of blood grew strongest in his father and mother's bedroom. Gathering his courage, Aur's lifeless, vacant eyes opened the door.

Immediately, he lost the last glimmer of hope.

"Mother, Father…" he fell to the floor, his head dropping to the ground.

In front of him, both Evelyn and Adam hung from the ceiling, their necks turned, their eyes open, pupils rolled back. It was a terrifying sight.

Aur's body trembled uncontrollably, his head dropping further, his expression unreadable.

"Why?" he voiced, but unfortunately, there was no one left to answer his question, making him punch the ground in utter frustration, creating a deep gash of his punch print.

"Why?" His fists collided with the ground once more, each blow sending shockwaves through the mansion, rattling its very foundation. His anger permeated the air, his presence fully released.

As he struck the ground, his muscles swelled with power, tearing through the fabric of his tier one wizard cloak. Veins bulge beneath his skin, pulsating with his bulging muscles.

"Why!?" His voice thundered, sending shockwaves through the halls with a force that threatened to shatter the walls. The sheer power of his roar shook the mansion, cracks forming along its sturdy structure.

After what felt like an eternity, he rose to his feet, his expression a mask of emptiness.

Yet, his eyes betrayed the turmoil within, veins streaking crimson through the whites, turning his gaze into that of a devil.

With measured steps, he surveyed the room, his eyes scanning every corner, searching for anything. Finally, his gaze fell upon a letter resting on the bed.

Aur approached the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, his hands trembling as he reached for the letter. With a steadying breath, he opened it.

[I know, Aur, that we have not granted you justice by our untimely deaths. However, our greatest wish was to witness your and your sister's growth, and we are content with that. We understand the scarcity of the lifespan spell, and there is likely none in the village. Even if you acquire it, despite your status as an Elder, you may still be in danger.

Even with the lifespan spell, we might only have a few more years to live. Let us pass away peacefully, knowing we have achieved all we hoped for. Though it may seem cruel to you, we hope you can find peace, my dear...

Do not heed your father's words, son. Live life to its fullest, experiencing all it has to offer. Do not let your desires be swayed by vixens in the outside world. Strive to become the strongest, to achieve immortality. Though Mama could not achieve it, I believe my son can!
Your journey continues with m v|l-e'm,p y r

Please take care of your mischievous sister as well. Though she may be naughty, she has a pure heart. Forgive us.

With love,

Evelyn and Adam.]

Aur looked at the paper with bloodshot eyes and a parched throat, his heart stirred by the words penned by his departed parents.

He sank to the floor, banging his head three times in homage to them, before delicately laying down their lifeless bodies with vacant eyes.

Tenderly, he carried them outside where neighbours had already gathered, their expressions filled with trepidation as they gazed upon the crumbling house.

"What happened to the house?" they asked in hushed tones.