A Returner’s Magic Should Be Special (WN) - Chapter 2: The Returner’s Entrance Exam (1)

Li Xu occasionally got a sign-in system, and his life has been different from now on. Enjoy life, look at the scenery, sign in, spring flowers bloom, and face the sea.

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[Infinite Anime Stream] Fifty years ago, the game “Infinite World” came to the planet Terra, and all humans became players. Through the experience of the copy world, it is expected to become a powerhouse that surpasses mortals.

Terra has also changed as a result, “Infinite World” has become the most direct, fair and cruel way to ascend the class, and elite players have also become the existence standing at the top of this world.

Lu Feng came from the earth.

“This Infinite World game is actually the reincarnation space in the infinite stream novel, and this place actually treats the reincarnation space as a daily routine!”

“Ha, it turns out that the copy worlds are all two-dimensional animations and novels on Earth.”

As the only player with his own dungeon world story library, Lu Feng said that this time-travel benefit is absolutely full.

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Transported to a rural family in 1973, where eating required food stamps, dressing needed cloth tickets, stepping out asked for a letter of introduction, doing business was considered speculative profiteering, and securing a job demanded an urban household registration. She, a young girl from the countryside, faced an indifferent mother, a troublesome younger brother, and an elder sister who often had poor ideas. Life had become insufferable.Memories from her past life are mostly forgotten, yet the myriad of objects in her magical storage ring baffles her greatly.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”