The Dragon's Kiss - Chapter 177 FIFTY EIGHT: Her Family

A genius magician, to fight against his fate to die a natural death from old age, grasped at the truth of magic to allow himself to reincarnate with a power he created himself.

The cycle of reincarnation is repeated multiple times and in his 31st reincarnation, the magician became a boy named Syril who lives in a village of elves.

However, that village is ruled by Humans, and the Elves are treated as livestock.

After becoming 14 years old, Syril, who regained his past knowledge and experience, stands up to help a girl, who is his childhood friend.

The story of the creation of an ideal country begins in that one village, a place where all races can coexist. Elves, Fox-girl, and various other Heroines.

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Tang Chen was passed over by his handsome death…

Get the weird 9-to-5 system…

Accidentally awakened at the age of seven and started the life of bombing the sky…

Are you sending the Chakra Tree Martial Spirit at the beginning?

Are the nine tailed beasts a spirit ring?

Is the blood follower escape a soul skill?

Sign in and send Tenseigan?

Who has seen soul rings that are more than a million years old?

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Xiao Wu? Missing a maid…

Yu Xiaogang? Just missing an apprentice…

Tang San? Don’t think about it, Tangmen, try to dedicate to Xiao…

When the Ten Tails descend into the world, the God Realm will tremble…

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Don’t ask if it’s a single heroine, heroines have emotional lines…

Don’t ask whether the abuser is abusive or not, it’s standard to go through and grab the opportunity…

This book has no strange plot, just to make up for the shortcomings…

This book is also known as:

“Nine to five from Douluo Continent”

“Douluo: The God Tree Will Go Against the Sky”

“Douluo vs Naruto”

- Description from novelbuddy

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!”