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Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters

Is Magic really just a wish machine? No! In a universe where Magic truly exists, the ultimate nature of Magic must be as simple and aesthetically pleasing as the laws of physics. This is the story of a mass-produced magical war tool who learned the ultimate nature of Magic. But what of it? Just as birds can fly without understanding aerodynamics, magicians can use Magic without grasping its ultimate nature. Learning the ultimate nature of Magic doesn't mean the tool can instantly transform into a great magician. But yearning for knowledge is a human instinct, and curiosity is the primary driving force of human civilization. Even for Magic, which should seemingly defy explanation, humans hope to understand its inherent operational laws. The pursuit of Magic's ultimate nature requires no reason! The story in this book takes place in an era where steel and gunpowder dance together. Here, firearms are on the rise; armor remains the main character; military theory is changing rapidly, with endless innovations in systems and techniques. And this world has something more than ours: Magic. The world is undergoing a profound transformation, and no one can remain detached from it...

Yin Zidian · Fantasie
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756 Chs

Chapter 100 Dance Party_4

"I'm not going!" Anna sobbed, kicking the vanity in disarray.

Catherine was at her wit's end, she said helplessly, "Alright, alright, it's all my fault. You're a good person, Mr. M is a good person; I'm the only bad person. Mr. M must be thinking of you day and night, his soul not at rest, just wanting to fly back to your side. And he's absolutely faithful, even if surrounded by a dozen flirty Paratu girls vying for his attention, he remains unmoved and resists temptation."

"You are really annoying!" Anna laughed through her tears, "Where did you learn to talk like that? Which... little... where did you pick up such language?!"

"That's how men talk." Catherine snorted lightly, "You think they're all saints?"

"These letters were written by Mr. M in Tanyria." Anna still blushed when she mentioned her lover's name, so she always referred to him as Mr. M, "He didn't have the chance to give them to me before he was taken to Paratu."