Disciples Who Have Become Too Strong Are Chasing Me

0 – Prologue

Received a disciple.

If someone were to ask me how I had accepted disciples, I would have hesitated.

Because he took a slave bought from the slave market as his disciple.

If it were me at the time I first stepped into this world, I would never have been a slave, but as time passed and I got used to this world, slaves were just slaves.

At first, they were slaves purchased for the purpose of doing simple housework.

It was only a few days after the slave came to my house that I noticed the change.

“What are you doing?”

The slave was reading a magic book that I wrote myself in my study.

I wasn’t particularly angry.

I couldn’t help but be surprised when I raised my hand with the intention of giving her a little scolding.

“How…… Did you do it?”

This is because a round light source was created at the girl’s fingertips and was dyeing the study.

A magic that I can only create theories for and cannot use myself.

The girl was using it just for reading a book.

The girl silently pointed the light source made of magic at me and said.

“Take me as a disciple.”

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha.”

Laughter burst out.

I fell into this world and was obsessed with survival more than anyone else. This magic was created with all my heart.

But the magic I couldn’t use.

The child using the magic was threatening my life.

There was only one stance I would take.

“Starting today, I am your teacher. Disciple!”

‘Even if I pass by it, it looks like it.’

Because I knew the power of magic better than anyone else, I had no choice but to surrender to the little girl.