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Magic Shop System

Ranulf never thought he would open his eyes again, as he laid in his own pool of blood. Unaware and ignorant of the portrayals of destiny. After the curtains of his existence collapsed, a new and fascinating life began. He transmigrated on the Pengolla—the magical world, filled with mythical creatures and cruel demons and powerful wizards—inside the boy named Kadyn. He thought he could live a peaceful life after finding out that his predecessor had no talent in magic. However, things never go according to the way we want them to be. Out of nowhere, a voice sounded in his head that shattered his world before it could take form inside his memory. [Host transmigrated successfully] [Host need to find a shop in twenty-four hours, or his soul will dissipate] Follow Kadyn on this fantastic journey, and see how he will overcome all the hardships and challenges in the future. How would he save himself and his family and his shop from greedy people? And how would he become a hunter instead of hunted after learning the harsh lesson from life? ______________________________________________ [Read all the free chapters before assuming anything about the story] ______________________________________________ The cover isn't mine. All credit goes to the artist. If the owner has any problem, please contact me, and I will put down the cover, or we can reach an agreement.

Eternal_Demon · Fantasy
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246 Chs

Staurious

The bodies of men and women, children and elderly, were piled like garbage in front of Kadyn. He dashed towards the corpses and looked at them with wide eyes. His face twitching with rage and anger 

None of them had a peaceful expression on their faces. All of them had horrified looks before they died. Their expressions seemed as if they had seen a devil from hell at the last moment of their life. However this wasn't the most terrifying thing about those corpses. The most unsettling thing was — all of them looked mummified as if someone had sucked their energy and blood from their bodies.

No wound or blood mark could be seen on their bodies. No trace of resistance. It looked as if someone had frozen them on the spot and then extracted their energy. The poor people couldn't even resist before they died.