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My Money System

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What is My Money System

Lee la novela My Money System escrita por el autor Elder_Sleet publicada en WebNovel. Elder is an average high school student with a very boring average life. He is an introvert and an avid reader of light novels. With no friends, he is always reading light novels on his smartphone day...

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Elder is an average high school student with a very boring average life. He is an introvert and an avid reader of light novels. With no friends, he is always reading light novels on his smartphone day and night. He always dreams to get a system, so that he can change his boring life into something interesting, something which makes his life more fun, more lifelike and One day that fantasy completes when he slips from the stairs while going towards his class while reading his favourite light novel and transmigrating into a new magical world called Drossier. Let’s go and see how he enjoys his life and his day-to-day activities- or so he thought.

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