Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard - Chapter 129

Upon waking up, the whole people crossed the alien world.

This is a terrifying world, almost immeasurable.

There are dragons, griffins, goblins, goblins, dwarves, and orcs.

There are also zombies, undead dens, and various mythological monsters.

Everyone is a lord, starting with a life experience, a small courtyard, and three farmers.

To get rich, start by arranging trees and gradually establishing territory.

Lords need to explore the map, occupy areas, obtain resources, develop urban construction, and conquer monster dens.

Every other month, you need to resist the looting of monster legions and various alien forces in order to survive.

Zong Shen started the game and awakened the strategy system.

Raiders will appear in everything you can see.

Help him find all the hidden treasures.

[The crooked neck tree 50 meters southeast of the territory is actually not simple. 】

[Go forward 35 steps from your current position and start digging, you will get a surprise. 】

[Don’t look, this treasure chest is a trap, and the poison gas inside will make you unconscious for three days and three nights. 】

While others were still struggling to support, Zong Shen had already built a strong city.

With countless powerful soldiers and epic heroes, resources are piled up like a mountain.

Epic dragon Nithogg: “You…Don’t come here…I will give you all the treasures!”

Chief Goblin: “I am willing to serve the adults.”

King of Avalon: “I am willing to marry my beloved little daughter to you…”

Zong Shen: “Children make choices, I want them all!”

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Sara Fujiharu, the cutest girl in the school, is also known as the 'Seatmate Bully'. Every few weeks, the class seating changes and every time, Fujiharu-san gets a new target. What's her goal? To make the boy sitting next to her fall in love, and once she does, she destroys their heart, crushing their love.

Why does she do this? I still don't know.

It's March 23rd, the day of the seating change. So far, ten boys have fallen for her traps, her playful attitude, her innocent face, not a single boy so far has managed to brush off her attacks-and every single time, their weak hearts have been crushed.

Now it's my turn.

However, my heart is not so easily played with.

A few hundred years ago, Earth was affected by a mysterious force from the depths of the universe, triggering the revival of spiritual energy. However, things didn’t turn out as wonderful as humanity had imagined. The spiritual energy carried a strange power that caused the corpses of all living things to rise again, transforming into ghouls. And above these ghouls, even more terrifying beings existed…There were no ancient methods of cultivating immortality, nor any legendary awakenings of supernatural powers. But within the spiritual energy, there was also a presence of ghostly energy. This led to the emergence of Runes.Some people bore mountain runes, enabling them to move mountains and overturn seas, suppressing chaos. Others carried river runes, allowing them to reverse the flow of mighty rivers with a mere gesture. However, this process required a special profession to assist these rune cultivators—to constantly modify and engrave their runes, making them more refined and perfect.This profession came to be known as Rune Engraving.

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.They were both the creators and the enders of stories.Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.“Step over my corpse and go on,” he said.