I Can Copy Talents - Chapter 230 - 0

Introduction:(Confiscation + Exile + Medical Skills + Space + Farming + Strategy + Wife Chasing + 1v1 + Return to the Pinnacle)After her death, the versatile doctor Qi Yue transmigrated and became the fat wife used for luck in marriage by the disabled Marquis of Beiyuan Kingdom.Just as she entered the grand gates of the Marquis Residence, the cruel Emperor came to confiscate everything.With exile imminent, Qi Yue activated her space ability, emptied the Marquis’s storeroom, and incidentally plundered the Emperor’s private store.To think that she, a General’s daughter, was poisoned by her relatives, ended up with a body full of fat, and had to endure the hardships of exile?Qi Yue: “Since they dared to send me to hell, don’t blame me for dragging them down with me.”The Place of Exile is poor, broken, and filled with indigenous murderers?Qi Yue: “Bring two to kill a pair, let’s see who dies more!”One day, the disabled Marquis suddenly stood up, his radiant appearance causing countless young girls to scream?Qi Yue: “Since we haven’t performed the marriage rites, love whoever you want.”Facing disdain, the Marquis narrowed his phoenix eyes, “Prepare for a grand wedding!”

In a world where magic rules and human nations fight to survive, a 14-year-old stowaway finds himself thrust onto the frontlines of war. With no allegiance but to his own cold logic, Lugh is forced to navigate battlefields of steel, sorcery, and shadows. What begins as an escape soon becomes something far greater—whether he wills it or not.Gunmage – When spell and steel collide, a new kind of warrior is born.

The dead cannot speak.

It means the living can create any story they want.

Inheritance, honor and wealth can be taken away by lies.

However, what happens when a person, who was presumed to be dead, returns alive?

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”