Skyrim: A Sorcerer's Tale - Chapter 469 - LXXXVII: Of Feasts And Family

The apocalyptic girl Lin Xiaoyue transmigrated into the body of an ancient peasant girl.

The owner of the new body, Daddy, had just passed away, and the family of three was driven to a dilapidated house on the edge of the village by their own grandmother. Looking at the tragic appearance of the cowardly mother and the little radish head, Lin Xiaoyue decided to live a good life with one big and one small.

Fortunately, her space ring and spiritual ability also followed, and with spiritual influence, she was relaxed and comfortable to tear the best.

Well, there is no big man in the family who always wants to bully him without opening his eyes? If she buys one, it won’t work! As a result, when she picked the slave farm, she found out the captain she had a crush on in her previous life!

Ah, she loves this antiquity so much! There are no zombies, no need to go hungry, there are relatives and lovers! She wants to live happily!

This is a story about a small cannon fodder who lived a prosperous life in ancient times. This article is male and female, and there is no Virgin (including the mistress).

This article sets: 1 tael of silver = 1,000 taels, 1 tael of money = 1 yuan in the 21st century, and 1 catty = 10 taels. Overhead, no peasants, industrial and commercial classes are divided.

In addition, “The Rebirth of the Apocalypse in the End of the World” and “I Have a Medicine Field Space in the End Times” have been completed. Welcome to read! Ask for a ticket, okay~~~

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{WSA ENTRY 2025}___________In a world of mages, where magic is the lifeblood of every human, a young teenage guy; Grey Dawn was unlucky as he wasn't born with an affinity. And when he was off age, he still didn't unlock his affinity and he always got bullied by everyone.But everything changed when a certain unfortunate incident allowed him to unlock his hidden abilities. On the verge of commiting suicide, a powerful entity came to him.“What are you trying to do?”“Commit suicide of course. My life is meaningless without any magic core so what's the point of my life?”“what if I told you that you could practice magic and become the most powerful mage to ever walk the earth?”___________With that fateful encounter, Grey's journey began. One of discovering his hidden affinities, defying his past and seeking to become the greatest mage the world has ever seen.Join Grey as he embarks on a journey of supremacy with his squad of different race and his own power.__________Harem? No; although there are going to be several female interests, there won't be a Harem that I assure you all.OP MC? Yes; although he was weak from the start and always got bullied, he is going to be OP after unlocking at least 2 to 3 affinities so watch out.Action packed fights? YesAcademy? Yes.

{NO SMUT}Noa lost his virginity to the Doom God and transmigrated into a game he had played for over ten years.Instead of being the protagonist, he found himself as an extra—a mere background character, fated to die before even making an appearance.To make matters worse, the game’s main character was also an extra who had read the novel about this world.However, Noa's power came after having sex with the Doom God, her blessing granting him 1,000 lives.And armed with 10 years of gaming experience, he was set on changing his future.Though Noa had 1,000 lives to spare, dying over and over had a price…The system was cruel, issuing his existence to every corner of Velrox and slapping a sweet bounty on his head.Suddenly, everyone in the world became interested in his identity, wanting him dead.With enemies on every side, Noa not only intended to screw up the plot, but he also had to survive the impending perils, as the world was set to be destroyed in five years…

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