SPELLCRAFT: Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar - Chapter 1393: Triggering Golems [Pt 1]

A thousand years ago, the Great Calamity struck Earth. Countless rifts tore through reality, opening portals between the Demon Realm and the Human World. Overrun by monsters, humanity was on the brink of extinction. But at its darkest hour, something miraculous happened—those who died returned, awakening strange new powers that allowed them to fight back.Vale knew that story well. Maybe that's why he wasn't surprised when he heard the voice of the system speak to him.[ Congratulations! You have died. ][ Your First Trial of Death begins now. ]What truly shocked him, however, was the question burning in his mind:“Who would dare to assassinate the Second Prince of Verythmia?”

Ye Fei is a poor, down on his luck kitchen hand and could not pay his rent on time. After desperately dodging the landlady with some rash promises, he ducked into his room where he was electrocuted while turning on the lights.

Miraculously, he did not die. Instead, a strange [System] appeared in his head ordering him to do strange things like registering with a broadcasting network and performing strange feats in front of a camera!

Oh, that new laptop? That high tech camera? And those ingredients that appeared in his room?

Somehow all these were provided by [System], and and just appeared in his shabby little room! Just what is going on?

*Gurgle*

Whatever, Ye Fei is too hungry to care, let’s just do whatever and hope for the best!

- Description from Novelupdates

Reincarnated in a fantasy world. All of the novels worth reading here appear to be SAT English problems. So I began writing my own fantasy novels as a hobby to augment my previous job.

However, the novel I wrote had an odd ripple effect. That’s fantastic as well.

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”