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The Mage of Primordial Chaos

Please check out my newest book, Xianxia Online! --- From the moment Xuan Kai was born, he was fated to suffer. Devoid of any magical powers in a world where arcane power rules all, no one could protect him after his parents were assassinated. Betrayed by his friends, cheated on by his fiancee, and humiliated by his own family, no one would've blamed him if he ended his own life. However, he remembered his mother's final words as she passed him a stone pendant - "Live on." And as he held the rough rock in his hand, unbeknownst to himself, a never seen before magic element began waking in his body... "If fate wants to make me suffer, I will defy fate itself. If destiny wants me to die, I'll kill destiny first. If the heavens want to crush me, I will stand up against even the heavens!" ---------- Other novels: Endzone: Simulated Apocalypse/Xianxia Online/Ascension: Online/The Legendary Ghost Hunter Discord: https://discord.gg/g326rUc5Jv Support my friend's cause! https://gofund.me/957b8a05 ---------- The first arcs of this story have some illogical parts/interactions to it, which I apologize for. This is my first novel, so I wasn't that good at the time. However, if you keep reading beyond (chapter 80-100+) I guarantee you will not regret it. ---------- Note: The background image isn't mine. DM me on Discord for removal. ----------

Cyclxne · Fantasia
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632 Chs

The Summer Festival

- The Next Morning -

"Wake up, Big Brother Xuan Kai, wake up~"

I felt a pair of little soft hands pressing against my chest as if doing CPR, paired with a playful tone—the type that certain otakus use to wake themselves up through a smartphone app.

"Ngh…" Slowly, my eyes opened, one at first, then both. I found none other than Qing Yue smiling happily at me, adorable and innocent. She really makes people want to hug her, but… today, I just wasn't in the mood.

After hearing what Sylvoir told me last night, how could I be in the mood for anything, really? My mind was obviously preoccupied with what she said. I had told her worrying was equivalent to twice the suffering, but here I was, not listening to my own advice. It was hard, okay?