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Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out?

Alternative Title: "Reincarnated as the Hero's Daughter: Why Is My MP Not Running Out? After living a life filled with hardships and suffering which ended in her ultimate sacrifice to protect her family and defeat the foes that she hated the most, our protagonist suddenly finds herself being brought to a white space where a God of Reincarnation quickly realizes he committed a mistake. "Wait, you're not from Earth?! Oh, my bad!" After being mistaken for a "good soul" due to her high positive karma count, she is reincarnated by error and given a glitched system as her only gift to explore this new world. Now, she finds herself being reincarnated as a half-elf girl named Sylph with two loving and doting parents. However, as she grows up, she begins to find weird things... "Why is my father just slaying a dragon leisurely?" "Eh? My mother can heal any wound or disease?!" "Wait! Why is my MP never running out? What's going on in here?!" Join Sylph as she explores a new world of endless possibilities, fights against the ghosts of the past that torment her parents’ lives, discovers herself and makes good friends along the way. Who knows? Perhaps this time she’ll even save the world! MP = Mana Points Over 100000 Words available for FREE! Daily Chapters Note : Vote for the Novel for extra weekly chapters. 100 Power Stones = 1 Extra Chapter per week 200 Power Stones = 2 Extra Chapters per week 500 Power Stones = 5 Extra chapters per week 10 Golden Tickets = 2 Extra chapters per week 20 Golden Tickets = 3 Extra chapters per week 50 Golden Tickets = 7 Extra chapters per week

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His Influence Spreads

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The sound of a heart beating rapidly echoed within the Miasmic Nest, the interior of the crystal caves trembling due to the loud reverberations. A large cocoon made of red and purple crystal was constantly glowing with a powerful Miasmic Aura.

This Aura slowly started to change, to mutate into something else, a dark red color, whose power corroded everything within its surroundings, both matter and even space itself.

Whatever was inside of the cocoon was developing rapidly, growing larger and stronger, evolving. From the cocoon, countless crystalline roots surged, spreading around the entire nest, and draining all of its crystalized power.

The being inside the cocoon could still hear the war happening outside, its strongest children braving it out against the invaders, beings from outside of this world, from outside of the world where it had been born.