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Isekai Journey Of The Magic Archer

Disclaimer: This novel is a cliché Suggestion: If you like (Slice Of Life) with wonderful parents and survival, this is for you. *** Like every (Isekai) protagonist, I got reincarnated after getting hit by a hyper-speed truck. That was an empty and dark life anyway, so I was already looking forward to a decent, unknown afterlife. But... the world had a unique thing in mind. In this new world, I had parents, amazing ones at that. My father was a talented mage, and my lovely mother was a sharp and cunning merchant. Ignoring all of my weirdness, they loved me unconditionally. This was the life that anyone would love. Eating and cooking delicious food, practicing archery and magic, and playing with my parents. Everything was wonderful until... those demons separated us and it left me in a ferocious forbidden forest, just to be eaten alive by beasts. But dying wasn't even a question. I will go back… to them. * The novel cover is not mine. https://discord.gg/ExYHhhv4mn Still lacking but, join if you want~! The update will be mostly 1Ch/day. I will do my best to make the reading time worth it.

H2Oz_Anxious · Fantasia
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1061 Chs

Night of birthday

In the dark of night, the stars light up the sky, twinkling with the light of their own, flaying in the faraway sky.

The twinkle of the little stars, the winds of the cloudy night, the lights of the faraway stars reaching this planet, gracing the earth with their beauty.

A blue moon shins among them, smiling down at us from his high stage. His light glistens the Gaia, the gentle, cool, caring moonlight blesses the organisms of this world.

Night arrives at her regular time, after the passing of a beautiful sunset, which shows the fall of the eternal sun.

The night that blesses the world after the downfall of an all-powerful being that homes the sixth heaven…

The night was cheery, there were faint clouds, but the stars were all visible, and the moon was, as always, smiling down on me. I was sitting on the chair of her house's terrace, the same place we first had our first private conversation.

She wasn't here yet and it will soon be midnight.