Idle Mage: Humanity's Strongest Backer
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As the sun rises, Fantasia Metropolis comes to life. The grand cityscape is a sight to behold, with towering buildings that seem to touch the sky. The city's architecture boasts a mix of classic and modern styles, giving it a unique charm that draws in visitors from all over the world.

The streets are bustling with people, from vendors selling their wares to commuters rushing to their offices. The sound of honking horns and chatter fills the air, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods wafts from the cafes and bakeries.

At the heart of the city stands the Mystic Guild Headquarters, a grand building made of white marble and adorned with intricate carvings and gold accents. It serves as the center of the city's magical and mystical activities, housing some of the world's most powerful mages and sorcerers.

Beyond the guild headquarters lies the city's outskirts, where vast fields and forests await. The natural beauty of the surroundings is a sharp contrast to the bustling cityscape, offering a peaceful escape for those seeking respite from the city's chaos.

Overall, Fantasia Metropolis is a city of wonder and excitement, a place where magic and modernity blend seamlessly.

Today was the day that the finalists of the Mortal and High-Evolutionary League comes to the Mystic Guild to gain their rewards from the Tournament.

The Mystic Guild's headquarters stands tall and proud, a symbol of magic and technology in perfect harmony. The building is colossal, towering above the surrounding structures, with multiple levels and sections, all interconnected with walkways and bridges.

The exterior of the building is made of smooth, polished stone that glimmers in the sunlight, while intricate carvings and symbols adorn the walls, telling the story of the Guild's history and achievements. At the entrance, a pair of massive doors made of gleaming metal stand open, welcoming visitors into the grand foyer.

Inside, the building is a bustling hive of activity, with mages and engineers hurrying to and fro, carrying out experiments, casting spells, and tinkering with magical devices. The air is alive with the crackle of energy and the hum of arcane machinery, and the smell of incense and burning candles fills the nostrils.

The main hall is a vast, open space, with a high ceiling supported by massive pillars. The walls are lined with shelves and display cases, filled with ancient tomes, magical artifacts, and wondrous inventions. At the far end of the hall, a large stage has been set up, where the Grand Commanders of the Mystic Guild await the arrival of the champions.

The stage itself is a marvel of engineering and magic, with shimmering force fields and holographic displays providing a backdrop for the proceedings. In the center of the stage, a glowing orb hovers, pulsing with arcane energy, ready to reveal the rewards that the champions have earned. All around, the air crackles with excitement, as the champions and the audience await the start of the ceremony.

"Welcome, champions of the Mortal League and High-Evolutionary League," Alice, the Sword Empress, began as she stood in front of the gathered champions. "You have proven your worth and strength through your victories in the tournaments. Today, we honor you and recognize your achievement."

As Alice spoke, the champions couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and reverence towards her. They could feel the power emanating from her, and they knew that she was not only a Grand Commander of the Mystic Guild but also a pillar of humanity.

As the Grand Commander Alice stepped forward, the air around her seemed to thicken with an almost palpable weight of power. Her aura was unmistakable, the sheer force of her presence commanded respect and admiration.

The champions of the league could feel an energy radiating from her that seemed to flow through the air and into their very being. It was a humbling and awe-inspiring experience for them to be in the presence of such a powerful and respected figure in the world.

As Alice began to speak, her voice boomed with authority and clarity, echoing through the vast halls of the Mystic Guild's headquarters. Her eyes glinted with a fierce intelligence that left no doubt as to her leadership and authority.

The champions couldn't help but be struck by her overwhelming presence. It was clear that she was the backbone of the Mystic Guild, the driving force behind its power and prestige. They couldn't help but feel a deep sense of admiration and respect for her, even as they stood before her as champions themselves.

"She's incredible," Kael whispered to his fellow champions, marveling at Alice's presence. "It's like she's a force of nature."

Erina nodded in agreement. "I've never felt anything like it. She's truly deserving of her title as the Sword Empress."

Cassandra chimed in, "It's no wonder the Mystic Guild is so revered. With leaders like Alice, they're truly unstoppable."

The champions continued to discuss their admiration for Alice's power and presence, feeling grateful to be in the presence of such a formidable leader.

"Come, follow me. I'll lead you to your rewards." Alice said.

She turned around and started walking with the finalists following her closely behind.

The room that Alice leads the champions to is massive, with high ceilings and ornate decorations. The walls are covered in tapestries depicting legendary battles and the floors are made of smooth marble. The center of the room is dominated by a large circular table, with a glowing crystal orb sitting in its center.

Alice motions for the champions to take a seat around the table, and as they do, they notice that each chair has a small nameplate on it with their respective names written in elegant script.

As everyone settles in, Alice addresses them once more, "Champions of the Mortal and High-Evolutionary Leagues, it is my pleasure to award you with the prizes that you have earned through your hard work and dedication. These rewards are a symbol of the Mystic Guild's appreciation for your skills and accomplishments."

She gestures to the crystal orb on the table and it begins to glow even brighter. Suddenly, each champion's reward appears before them, in a shimmering display of magic and technology.

The champions look on in awe as their rewards are revealed, ranging from rare magical artifacts to advanced technological gadgets. Alice smiles at their reactions, pleased with the Guild's ability to reward their champions appropriately.

"Take these rewards with pride," she says, "for they represent not only your achievements but also the potential for even greater things to come. Use them to further your training and improve your abilities. The Mystic Guild will continue to support and guide you on your path towards becoming even greater warriors and mages."

Of course, the rewards that each people received varied depending on their final result. Cassandra was obviously the biggest winner her since she was crowned as the Champion of the 2nd Guild Tournament.

But their rewards weren't limited to just that...

After receiving their material rewards, Alice left the group in the empty room, the champions were left to wait in silence. Some of them sat down while others paced back and forth, anxiously wondering what was going to happen next. As time passed, the anticipation in the room grew, and the silence became almost unbearable.

Suddenly, one of the champions, Gram, noticed a faint sound coming from the corner of the room. It was a soft, almost imperceptible rustling as if someone was trying to hide their presence. He motioned to the others, and they all slowly turned to face the direction of the sound.

In the corner of the room, they saw a figure dressed in a white cloak, its hood pulled down low to conceal their face. The figure stood still, watching the group with a steady gaze.

For a moment, the champions were uncertain about what to do. Was this person a friend or a foe? What was their purpose for being there? They exchanged wary glances, ready to defend themselves if necessary.

Then, the figure spoke, their voice low and measured. "Greetings, everyone."

His voice boomed on the corners of the room. It carried a faint hint of pressure, not too strong, but it thrummed deep into their souls. The finalists were shocked and immediately went on guard.

Some of them even took out their weapons, but even as they hold them, it didn't give them any confidence at all.

"Ah!" The man suddenly groaned. He cleared his throat, and this time the pressure on his voice disappeared. "Haha, sorry about that. I'm having trouble keeping my strength in check. I didn't mean to offend you or anything, please excuse me."

Some were skeptical but they couldn't deny that the man sounded genuinely apologetic about his behavior. They retrieved their weapons once they realized that he wasn't an enemy.

"May we know who you are?" Cassandra stepped forward and boldly asked.

"Hmm..." the man thought for a bit before saying: "For now, just call me Mr. Dreamer. What's important is that I'm not your enemy. They called me here to give you the other half of your rewards."

"There's more!?" Cassandra exclaimed.

"Yep!" Mr. Dreamer nodded enthusiastically. "You guys ready?"

The finalists nodded eagerly.

"Okay." Mr. Dreamer smiled and said: "Now, sleep."

And just like that, the finalists promptly lost consciousness.