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I Became The Most Hated Magician

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They used to cheer when they heard my name. Now they spit, curse, and whisper it like a warning. Once, I stood on gilded stages, bathed in light, called a genius, a prodigy, a miracle worker. Crowds roared for my magic, begged for more. I gave them wonder, awe — the impossible, wrapped in silk and fire. But real magic doesn't come without a price. And when the truth behind my power slipped out, it didn't matter how many lives I'd touched or how many miracles I'd performed. In their eyes, I wasn't a savior. I was a monster. The rules of the world — the natural order everyone trusted — I broke them. I rewrote them. And for that, the same people who once worshiped me turned into my greatest enemies. Now, my name is spoken with venom. The kingdoms that once welcomed me now hunt me. Heroes who once called me friend sharpen their blades with my blood in mind. And yet, even now, standing on the ruins of the life I built, facing down the hatred of an entire world, there's one truth I can’t deny. If I had the chance to do it all again... I would. This is the story of how I became the most hated magician — and why I chose to embrace it.
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