The Mysterious Art Museum - Chapter 17 (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum

Parents dead, clan exterminated, body burned, hands mutilated, inflicted with innumerable diseases, tossed into the dump, and even the magic ring with the ghostly grandpa in it has been sabotaged. A reasonable person would roll over and die. Tian isn't that reasonable. And as it happens, neither is Grandpa Jun. A very tough kid meets a very cunning old man. And together, they will shake the heavens. What to expect:-1 chapter a day M-F. Volume 1 is already complete.-2k words per chapter (aprox, some run long) with a longer first chapter.-No Harem-Earned power growth-An MC who isn't a goodie two shoes OR an edge-lord psychopath-A power system based on actual Daoism -Sects, giant monsters, natural treasures, flying swords, spells, talismans, secret arts, and a gentle sprinkling of young masters whose face need rearranging.

Mu Chun, who woke up after a burst of dizziness, didn’t know whether he had entered another personality or another universe.

The eldest daughter of the lawyer family told Mu Chun that he was the most promising inheritor of the school of psychoanalysis and the most gifted therapist.

This era is also very strange. All kinds of physical and mental diseases can be seen everywhere, such as mania, insomnia, dysfunction, persecutory delusions, transvestism… emerge one after another, but the treatment methods stay in the era of psychoanalysis.

Mu Chun just wanted to keep her own law and order, earn money to support her family, and coax the eldest lady to go home to become a lawyer, while she was dawdling in the community hospital.

The eldest lady stalked him to become the greatest therapist.

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I dedicated 10 years of my life, focusing solely on regression.[Authority: Death Regression has naturally been nullified.

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.