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Magic Shop System

Ranulf never thought he would open his eyes again, as he laid in his own pool of blood. Unaware and ignorant of the portrayals of destiny. After the curtains of his existence collapsed, a new and fascinating life began. He transmigrated on the Pengolla—the magical world, filled with mythical creatures and cruel demons and powerful wizards—inside the boy named Kadyn. He thought he could live a peaceful life after finding out that his predecessor had no talent in magic. However, things never go according to the way we want them to be. Out of nowhere, a voice sounded in his head that shattered his world before it could take form inside his memory. [Host transmigrated successfully] [Host need to find a shop in twenty-four hours, or his soul will dissipate] Follow Kadyn on this fantastic journey, and see how he will overcome all the hardships and challenges in the future. How would he save himself and his family and his shop from greedy people? And how would he become a hunter instead of hunted after learning the harsh lesson from life? ______________________________________________ [Read all the free chapters before assuming anything about the story] ______________________________________________ The cover isn't mine. All credit goes to the artist. If the owner has any problem, please contact me, and I will put down the cover, or we can reach an agreement.

Eternal_Demon · Fantaisie
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246 Chs

Rayna

"The fuck!" Khrom cursed when the terrible odour wafted the surrounding. He peered at Calak and kicked and once more cursed. "You fucking piece of shit. Do you think you can shit wherever you want?!"

His nose twitched as the terrible odour spread in the shop. He slapped the man in irritation and once more kicked on his chest and shouted. "Confess!"

Calak gazed at Khrom's cold face and stuttered. "I-I didn't do anything."

"It seems you don't remember. Don't worry, let me help you to recollect your memory." Though he was feeling disgusted by the stench he still moved and held Calak's hand. Before Calak could protest Khrom had already detached a thumb of his right hand. 

"Ahhhh!!"