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Chapter 1 A New World Astral Sector A1, Planet Trash-A001. The air was thick with the stomach-turning stink of rotting garbage. One second ago, Elara Soren had been living the dream. Back in the Magic World, she had been a veteran Plant Mage with a name everyone respected. She could turn dead soil into fertile ground, grow mana herbs everyone else called impossible, and make noble families line up for a chance to buy one of her legendary mana roots. Life had been good. Then lightning hit. Now she was flat on her back in a pit full of garbage, with some bug-eyed creep drooling over her. His teeth were yellow. His breath was worse. "Look at you," the man said, leaning so close his greasy hair brushed her cheek. "All soft and pretty. Didn't think a rich girl like you would end up here, huh?" Elara almost gagged. A flicker of disgust crossed her face. 'Oh, hell no.' She was a support-focused Plant Mage, and close combat had never been her strength. But letting some trashy lowlife walk all over her? Not happening. Her gaze sharpened. 'End this fast.' Before the man could say another word, Elara snapped her palm upward and slammed it into his face. A burst of leftover mana exploded from her hand. A heavy thud cracked through the air. The thug flew backward like a broken doll and crashed several yards away, clutching his chest as he groaned. Elara frowned, annoyed. 'That should've turned a high-tier Magus into confetti. Why is he still breathing? 'Is this weak punch really all I have now?' She lifted her hand and stared at her empty fingers. Elara went still. The little silver ring on her pinky was gone. The one that held three golden raven strikes, each strong enough to cut through a Magus's shield. Her storage ring was gone too, the one packed with half her fortune. Her expression chilled. 'Okay. Whoever robbed me is having a very bad day.' She pushed herself up and strode toward the man. The creep's eyes went wide. He scrambled back on all fours, crying so hard his voic
