I’m Not the Final Boss’ Lover - Chapter 93: Retrospection

Is magic really a wish machine?

No! In a universe where magic actually exists, the ultimate nature of magic must be as simple and beautiful as the laws of physics.

This is the story of a mass-produced magic warfare tool man who learned the ultimate nature of magic.

But so what?

Just as a bird can fly without understanding aerodynamics, so a wizard does not need to understand the ultimate nature of magic to use magic.

Knowing the ultimate nature of magic does not mean that the tool man can become a great magician.

But the desire for knowledge is human instinct, and curiosity is the first driving force of human civilization. Humans hope to understand the inner workings of magic, even if it is supposed to be unreasonable.

An inquiry into the ultimate nature of magic, without any justification!

The story in the book takes place in an age where steel dances with gunpowder.

Here, muskets are in the ascendant, armor is still the protagonist, military theories are changing with each passing day, and innovations in systems and craftsmanship are emerging one after another. And this world has one more thing than ours: magic.

The world is undergoing earth-shaking changes, and no one can stay out of it.

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[Congratulations to the host for binding the Shenhao check-in system. 】

Sign in and check in to get rewards!

[Successfully signed in on time and obtained one billion assets. 】

[Sign in successfully, get the handsome face of the exiled fairy. 】

[Successfully checked in at Dongshan Villa, and obtained the ownership of Dongshan Villa. 】

…

Ever since the sign-in and clock-in system was bound, Chen Yun was either checking in or on the way to clock in.

From then on, amidst the wild flowers and the worship of the heroes, a brilliant god rose up.

In the world, I am the only one who has the name of a god!

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I, Zhou Mingrui, transmigrated to an alternate world and became an ordinary little skeleton.

I received a system at the start which made me more powerful whenever I killed an enemy.

I can draw the health, mana, and other stats from the dead.

Every 10 levels, I can also awaken a talent.

Level 10: The Book of the Dead.

All incantation time for Undead Spells is shortened by half, and their effects are increased twofold.

Level 20: Skeleton Armor.

Build weapons and armor that are suitable for the user using skeletons. Weapons can be upgraded when the user’s level increases, while the armor can be upgraded to increase its immunity against all negative effects.

Level 30: Soul Summoning From River Lethe.

The user can summon dark creatures. The maximum number of summons increase with the user’s level. The summoned creatures’ stats are increased significantly.

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I, Yan Wuyue, leader of the human. I am crowned the [Goddess of Savior] by the people of this world.

I reincarnated 30 years before the apocalypse. I have to get stronger in order to change history and save humanity.

So, my initial summon monster is extremely important.

I thought I could sign a contract with a dragon, a phoenix, an angel, or some other creature from the ancient myths.

But when that ordinary, unassuming little skeleton fell from the sky…

I was plunged into despair.

Even the most ordinary sorcerer could summon a ton of these things with a wave of his hand!

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”