The Low-Ranking Civil Servant Wants to Achieve Success

My plan was simple.

I would head to the High Temple in Parens, which seemed to be the Reformist faction’s base of operations.

I’d rotate between attack scrolls, defense scrolls, flare scrolls, and firework scrolls, and just blast the whole place to pieces.

I’d meet the Master of the Tower and my dad, who were probably already infiltrating the place.

Then I’d use a teleport scroll to get the two of them out safely, and after that—whether I lived or died didn’t matter...

“It’s all or nothing at this point.”

That was the big realization I had.

“So that’s it!”

Up until now, the reason I’d been so meticulous with plans and schemes and worked myself to the bone—was because I had no power.

“If your body’s strong, your brain doesn’t have to suffer.”

But instead of ending up in Parens where the High Temple was, I’d arrived in a small village where I’d spent my childhood. Teleportation scrolls could only take you to coordinates the caster knew precisely.

It was a rural town with a small school—where my dad had once worked—and a library, where I’d saved Kiaros once.