Introduction:

Once you travel to the wizard world.

Dark wizard power, poor talent, cursed, and the beginning of the world's collapse.

Nolan murmured in despair, "I have been walking on thin ice all my life, can I really reach the other side?"

Just when he was in despair, the special effects panel appeared.

From then on, the style of painting changed.

"Isn't the Phosphorus Flame spell a ball of fire? How come Nolan's Phosphorus Flame spell has wings?"

"There are so many Phosphorus Flame Birds, no, everyone run!"

"Senior Nolan, my magic cat can do backflips!"

"This young magic genius, on behalf of the workshop, I invite you to study!"

Many years later, when countless wizards collectively chanted Nolan's name, he suddenly realized that he had come so far without realizing it... In

the year 3907 of the Wizard Era, the Speaker of the Assembly, Nolan, warned earnestly:

"Blindly pursuing power will only bring about a deadness like a cemetery.

As long as the starry sky of the Wizard Continent is still shining with stars, the first principle of wizards can only be 'knowledge is power'.

No legendary wizard or force can distort this conclusion!"

The eighteen eternal wizards stood up and saluted, agreeing with the speech of the Speaker of the Assembly.

Back at the Eternal Wizard Tower, Nolan roared:

"Deep Blue, add me!!"

My name is Li Yao, and I am very panicked now.

I received a message from my deceased best friend. Even though she was a very good friend of mine and was pretty, I still had to panic.

Later, her best friend said that she had traveled through time and became a mage...

I know, I might.

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Li Yao: "Where's the familiar you promised me, a delightful one? Why is it a pitch-black monster?! I want a refund! I'm telling you!"

Lin Xiaowei: "Get lost!"

Li Yao: "Okay!"

“The Black Wings have left their mark on my body, and I am able to raise their followers. From now on, crows will always be by my side. Their strength grows day by day, and I will rise higher and higher with them.” -

"To the Black Feathered Hour" by Anonymous

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After traveling to Britain in the late 19th century, it seems that I have gained the ability to enslave crows, and the stronger the crows are, the more powerful I am!

Wait, this isn't Daying?

magic? What kind of unscientific stuff is this? Vampire, werewolf? What kind of fantasy stuff is this?

Forget it, does this prevent me from opening a detective agency?

The beautiful British-style detective is here! Get out of the way!

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※No male protagonist, female protagonist warning; some coc and Wod worldviews are integrated, mainly made up by me.

A level 100 legendary mage player in "Glory World" arrives in a data-driven parallel world.

With the skills of a mage who has changed jobs, Grant can modify, fuse, and enhance his magical pets, allowing him to rise rapidly in this world.

Master ever-changing magic and seek the truth of power!

Walking through a mysterious and unpredictable world, on the road to the great and eternal past!

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He's transmigrated to another world. Two paths lie before him: First, learn magic from the strongest mage. Second, learn cultivation from a ruthless system. Pro scoffs at both. "Hmph, only children make choices," he thinks. "I want both magic and cultivation techniques..."

After failing the college entrance exam, Tang Rui crafted an admission letter from the Arcanist Academy and sent it to the group chat to ease the awkwardness. As it turned out, he was actually accepted. PS: This book is also known as "This Isn't Science, This Is Magic," "Believe Me, I'm a True Arcanist," and "This Is a Floating City, Not a Space Station." PS: This is a daily, farming-themed novel, not a combat-themed one. Don't stumble into it.

[Family Article][Wizard Article][Group Portrait][Farming][Cthulhu][Behind the Scenes]

"I finally found you, child. Our family has declined, and you are the last of my bloodline in this world. You can call me ancestor."

"Okay, ancestor. What do you want to see me for?"

"You have to revitalize our family, child. We have stood for thousands of years and are the most prosperous wizard family. Looking through the family tree, almost every generation has produced great wizards whose reputations were resounding throughout the sky at that time."

"But ancestor, I don't have the talent to learn even the little tricks of those wizards who spray water. Not to mention the witchcraft that can make the earth tremble and the sky overturn."

"It doesn't matter, child. You still have my teachings, and you still have your descendants. You still have the rich witchcraft heritage I left you in the manor. As long as your descendants can continue, sooner or later you will master those witchcrafts, and our family will regain its glory."

"How glorious is it, ancestor?"

"Child, do you know that the wilderness full of twisted monsters, the manor occupied by demons, and the thousands of miles of land snatched by the high-sounding evil cult villains, all belonged to our family."

"But, ancestor, why am I just a coachman now?"

"Because our family has fallen into decline."

During Allison's trial, she consistently emphasized her role as a good leader. She prevented cross-border wars upon inheriting the earldom, worked diligently while imprisoned, led trends as a singer, pursued truth as a detective, and was dedicated to her duties as a doctor. However, regarding the sacrifices of her territory, the maiming of prisoners, the deadly allure of her songs, and the unauthorized modification of patients' bodies, Allison believed that from a different perspective, these actions could be justified. After all, she was a witch.

The world was plagued by pollution, the old days were awakening, and terror spread throughout the cities. Ordinary humans, beast handlers, sequencers, the church, imperial technology, and kingdom knights could only defend themselves, constantly shrinking their survival space. It was in this context that the healing Allison ventured into the forbidden zone, pioneering her territory, recruiting refugees, and developing her followers, until one day she ascended to a divine position.

Tags: D&D essay, Faerûn, Mage Introduction: The paladin pushed open the gates of the mage tower, his voice deafening: "Emia, I've confirmed it, the blueprints are flawed. It's impossible to create the Holy Avenger with them. Don't waste any more time!" "...The blueprints are flawed?" The mage Emia blankly raised the five holy swords in her hand. "Then what is this pile I just created?" ******Second Edition Introduction************ The magic network has been dormant for a century. Mortal souls are gradually falling into the hands of demons, and the cycle of death is about to begin. To cleanse evil, overturn hell, blast through the hazy realm, and let the light of magic and goodness shine once more, a single sword is not enough.