Bored Gamer in Other Worlds - Chapter 56

‘Since I’m in a different world, I have no choice but to aim to be the strongest!’

Sam is a boy who was born into a noble family after being reincarnated into another world with memories of his previous life. He was born into an aristocratic family, and although he comes from a family of swordsmen, he is banished from his family because he has no talent with the sword. However, Sam has a rare talent as a wizard in this world!

‘If I can’t use a sword, I’ll use magic to become the strongest in the world!’

On his way, he has a fateful encounter with the self-proclaimed “Genius Wizard” Ur Scheidt.

Ur notices the magical talent that lies dormant within Sam and takes him as her disciple, saying ’I’ll train you.’ Sam and Ur lead a harsh but fun life, but one day their adventures come to an abrupt end…?!

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[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.

Whoever refuses to accept, come fight!