Five years past at a blink of an eye. I had learned all I could from both the dean and the library I frequented. It was time for my graduation.

I was starting to feel very confident in myself. I was only twelve years old when I graduated from the advanced magic school. Thanks to the teachings I received and my private search for knowledge, I had archived what no other human have done before. I had become the first seventh tier mage.  

My sword skills had also advanced to master’s level. Based solely on the skill with the sword, there was no one who could rival me in town. Even my master who was renowned to be the best, would lose 2 out of 3 matches.  If I used magic to enhance myself, my master would not even have time to react before facing defeat.  I could finally call myself OP.

I was already twelve years old, I, like the rest of the Overpowred characters I read within my RE manuals, was eager to go on my first adventure. My dear mother, bless her caring soul, was against this reckless endower. No matter how OP I was, I was but a child in her eyes. Even my father found it hard to approve my desires. Only my respected sword teacher helped argue on my selfish behalf.

"Your son wields abnormal skills which could rival the gods themselves. Able to rain chaos on the world unopposed if he so desired.  There is no danger in letting him explore the safe forests for a day or two." Those were not the exact words my honorable sword master used. It was, however, how I perceived them.

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I had received the blessing and at the age of twelve went on my first adventure. I was only allowed to go out for 3 short days and was warned by my parents of the punishment that would await were I not back by then. Of course they had no way of punishing the all powerful me, but I would not give them a reason to find that out.

It was a lot of fun killing orcs and goblins with both my sword and the AOE spells, however, I was running out of ideas on how to end their lives. I had tried burning them, but found vulgar smell impossible to tolerate.  I shot holes in their bodies with all types of magic, but could not stand the sight of their spilt guts. I used the winds to smash them against rocks, the stink of their blood was intoxicating.

I tried really hard to find a way to end their lives without causing myself mental damage. In the then I ended up banishing them to the middle of a sea about 1,000km away.  This was however not much fun. One hit kills are very boring, they could not even stand my weakest spells.  

There was also the issue of the large amount of items they would drop. Having forget to visit the basement of a total stranger, I had not special magic items to carry all the loot. I could only take what I thought to have the highest value.

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