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A Reader’s Regression

[Support the work by adding to library and donating stones, golden tickets, and gifts. privilege is also available.] [Book really shines after the 50th chapter, so stick with it, you’ll love it, I promise!] Orphaned from birth, I lived a lonely and tough life, only finding solace in a novel I read. I was lonely so I enjoyed the hero’s friendships. I was weak so I enjoyed the hero’s strength. I was poor so I enjoyed the hero’s wealth. I lived through the hero’s eyes and was content… But in the end my bleak life pushed me to a depressing death on my desk. ….. Thankfully, while my soul was going through an unknown space, fate had other plans. A dying god’s last words granted me a second life in the novel I had lived vicariously through. This time I will not be weak, this time I will not be lonely, and this time I will find others to love!. Armed with the system, i’ll see the ending with my own eyes! A major theme for this book is Oneness/Simplification/return to origin so that things never get annoying or overwhelming.

DrunkImmortalCat · Fantaisie
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The Museum And The Darkness

Their entire squad of thievery seemingly gathered on the rooftop, and they continued to cast the joint-magic. 25 to 30 people all poiring in their mana and yet it still took them a long time.

"Most of them are 2nd to 3rd circle mages, two of them that appeared first look to be about 5th circle each, I doubt this is enough for a museum that is so highly protected, not to mention that 'he' is likely patrolling tonight," I continued to slowly drink my wine and watch the show.

*PLAK!*

The tiniest sound was made as a tiny gateway into the depths of the museum opened after their joint efforts. With no time to waste, they all swiftly and silently leaped inside.

"Time for me to make a move as well."

I added a bit of aura to my legs and leaped across the massive gap between the chapel and the museum in one swift movement, as I landed I also used wind magic in order to completely ensure silence.