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The Golem Mage

Check out my new book on Webnovel, Fantasy Football! The chapters are still free for now, so hurry and dive into a fresh world. I promise—it’s a completely different setting and perspective from Golem Mage. -- When Alec was transported from Earth to a mystical world, he unexpectedly awakened a powerful system that allowed him to continually enhance his abilities. Inheriting his family's Golem magic, Alec rapidly became an unparalleled mage with the System's aid. His Golems were not only highly intelligent but could also self-upgrade by defeating stronger enemies without relying on any magical materials. Alec created numerous unique Golems and formed a formidable Golem army. As the Blood Moon approached, bringing monstrous hordes to attack human cities, Alec and his Golem army stood ready to defend their new world. In this thrilling Litrpg adventure, Alec's legend was about to unfold. ------ Dive into this fast-paced Litrpg adventure where Alec, armed with a powerful system, rapidly and continuously levels up. With the system as cheat, Alec inherits his family's Golem magic, creating a variety of fascinating Golems to aid him in his quests and battles. Expect thrilling encounters as Alec not only builds a formidable Golem army but also forms and trains his own elite team. If you're a fan of solo leveling, you'll love this novel, filled with exciting upgrades, unique Golems, and relentless action.

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Happy Birthday To Me.

“Ugh!” Albert exclaimed, his hand mere inches from Beatrice’s neck, yet unable to bridge the gap.

In that instant, Beatrice turned to face him, and he noticed her hand movements, with a subtle tug, he realized that his right hand was ensnared by mana threads, expertly manipulated by her.

[> Mid Tier Spell – Puppetry’s Severance <]

Beatrice intoned as she extricated herself from the head of the puppet spider, Albert stood frozen in shock, watching as his right hand was severed cleanly from the rest of his arm.

His blood, hot and scarlet, spurted onto his face as he gazed in stunned disbelief, unable to accept that his recklessness had cost him his right hand.

The VIP section buzzed with conversation, while the crowd of spectators fell into a hushed silence.

They were still unable to comprehend how the War God Academy had cornered the Royal Mage Academy so effectively and swiftly.