It was disorientating, it felt as if the mind was furiously being twisted twisted to accommodate Something foreign and that was when a par off confused emerald eyes opened looking at a vast ceiling filled with shelves.

  Kevin was perplexed, he clearly remember sleeping on his bed comfortably and now he was on the hard floor. He tried to get up and his hand touched a book.

  The interior of thr building vibrated and then the lights flickered erratically.

  Stolen story; please report.

  [Hello New Generation wizards if you are hearing me I must be dead and you have inherited the magic tower of an Arch-Mage who has wasted his life in mastering all types of magic. The purpose of this tower is to force the lazy younger generations to forcefully adapt in the tower and find a way to escape it if they choose to and if not, they can continue to learn all magic in here until they are satisfied enough to live. So this is farewell New Generation]

  Kevin was startled at the information placed into his head. New generation?Wizard?Arcmage and escaping the tower?!!!. Was he trapped in this place with no means of communication, he was just sleeping?!!.