Quick Transmigration: Goddess Of My Imagination - Chapter 63: Feelings of Loss

Thousands of races coexist, where the sword and Magic shine together, the Human Race, Sea Race, Elves, Dwarfs, Orcs ... all rush to unfold the light of civilization, composing their epic tragedies!(A Lord's Farming Tale)

The Card Creator is a very ordinary profession. Simply put, the incumbent seals various kinds of abilities, illusions, images and so on in blank cards for convenience of use.

Leon never asked for greatness.He just wanted to escape his flirty stepbrother and survive another miserable day.But fate had other plans—delivered by a lightning bolt and a cosmic accident.Reborn in a brutal world of mana, monsters, and cultivation, Leon starts at the bottom.No legacy. No allies. No system.Just seven divine treasure spins.And then—everything changes.[Class: Elemental Paragon(SSS)]A class whispered only in dread. A name that doesn’t exist—only a myth followed.Along with the class came another gift.[Ding!][Host successfully connected to Cosmic System!]Unlike the standard system others in his world use, Leon’s was different.It came with features no one else had—like a mysterious [SHOP], filled with items so rare they bordered on myth. Treasures that could warp reality. Twist fate.Even in the lowest of the low Earthly Planes, Leon could purchase artifacts of Legendary or even Mythical rank.But every treasure had a cost—one no amount of gold could pay.And then there was the [CHAT]. A place where the most terrifying beings in existence—galaxy-shattering Absolutes and universe-warping entities—casually exchanged words.Like The Keeper of The Dimensions, Lord of Space and Time…In that chat, Leon was mistaken as one of them.One of the powerful.One of the untouchable.In reality, he was weaker than a worm compared to them.But that wouldn’t last.Leon made himself a quiet promise:'One day, I’ll meet them for real.''And when I do…''I won’t be mistaken anymore.'He’ll rise.He’ll reach the apex.And the stars will remember his name.____#NO NTR#NO Yuri

It has been 10000 years. The tide of spiritual energy has returned.

The prosperous Tokyo has returned to the Edo Period and had hordes of supernatural creatures roaming the streets.

In the desert, the Pharaoh was leading his army and awakening from his eternal slumber.

Vampires and werewolves were locked in a constant battle in the Eastern European plains.

Witches and evil spirits were traversing through the markets of Europa.

The feathered serpent was stretching its body on the American Continent, opening its eyes during the cycle of death.

Humans had fallen from the top of the food chain as they remembered the fear that the legends carried.

In this world where demons and monsters roamed, Lester looked at the shadow of the ferocious worm cast on his body and told his system.

“Please give me a set of Sunfire Cape, Randuin's Omen, Frozen Heart, Spirit Visage, Warmog's Armor, Thornmail, oh yes, and the Gargoyle's Stoneplate, Force of Nature, Adaptive Helm, as well as Righteous Glory...”

He then brought his hands together against the trembling monsters.

“I am not talented, but I am going to bust your heads open today!”

“Grasp of the Undying!” Life Value +5

“Dark Harvest!”Damage Growth +5

“Overgrowth!” Life Value +2%

“Gathering Storm!” Spell Strength +100

What? You want me to eat these mutated creatures? Let me tell you! I, Lester, will rather die of starvation or jump down from here than to...

System: “Life Value +40”

“Wow, it tastes great!”