Of Arms and Arcane - Chapter 162

Having transmigrated into a little farmer girl, her father passed and her mother turned crazed. Facing a frail household, Qian Yixiu remained calm, her rise relied on strength, and also on the luck she had when being a “ghost”.Together with her younger brother, she strived to build wealth with one hand and protect her beauty with the other...

Hogwarts is a strange place. The demon king who failed plastic surgery was eliminated from the job search. The white-haired old man wearing two layers of wool socks is still too cold in summer. The potion professor who never washes his hair is afraid of going bald, and the key keeper loves to play dragons!

William wanted to spend seven ordinary years, until that night, the door handle of the college lounge was stolen…

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In the middle of nowhere, where there was no beginning nor the end, a voice echoed, shaking the space a little.

“NO!!! This was not why I died, I have to go back. Fu—.”

Noah who was the god in a magical world dies at the hand of a weak mage, it seemed everything was under his control but he panicked when his plans seemed to have fallen apart because of the interference of an unknown entity.

Reborn in the body of a 14 year old boy, Noah cursed his fate, he was in a completely different world where Qi is used instead of magical power.

Noah did not lose hope and Used his trump card and something weird happened with it too.

He looked at the fairy in front of him looking back without any emotions on her face. She gave him a mountain of gold while claiming.

“Here take it all, because from now on, ‘I am your Sugar Mommy~’!”

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Noah was speechless at her exclamation, his eyes resembled that of a dead person. ‘I The Mage god feared by all got a sugar mommy….’

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