Life, Once Again! - After Story 47

As a Ten-year reader of online literature, Jiang Si, unlike others, has unwavering confidence that he can pave his own path of Cultivation.Taking the predecessors in online literature as his goal, he continuously searches for a way to step onto the path of Cultivation.However, unfortunately, his world is ordinary, without any Extraordinary Power.Just as Jiang Si was beginning to waver, his transmigration opportunity finally comes over.Yet the Extraordinary Power in that world is:Magical Girl.Although it was somewhat different from what he imagined, and the system of power for Magical Girls was completely different from the online literature he had read before, it doesn't matter.As long as it can help him step onto the path of Cultivation, what does it matter if he transforms into a Magical Girl?He, Jiang Si, is going to start from a Magical Girl and dominate eternity!

Let her shout out: “Oh handsome and sweet-talking Tokyo gentleman, I must have you. You are mine!”This is the story of how a boy from Iwate Prefecture became a Tokyo gentleman.

Collecting legendary antiques, retracing the mysterious martial arts. From the moment he activated his cheat, Casio knew that he was no longer ordinary.[Legendary Antiques: Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant]Seventy years ago, in the North Flow Country of the Hong Li Federation, at the Wind Elephant Gate Youth Training Camp.“Li Wei, you are a coward! On the day your sister was brutally murdered, you were trembling in a corner! On the night of the Sect Destruction War, you disgracefully fled! During the many long years of revenge, you missed the opportunity again and again!”“Now let me teach you what bravery is, let me tell you how to turn suffering into your power. I hope at the moment you behead your enemy, you will remember: you are a man, an upright man!”The taboo era, hidden legends. A Foggy continent paralyzed by the sealed land. Countless brilliant antiquities wail in the ruins.I will witness your lost legends in the mist, the knights in the sky, the ghosts in the desert, the rats in the mud. The direction of sword fights points to the light, and flowers will grow where bullets fall. The winds of history will eventually sweep away the rubbish from the era's gravesite.

One day, in front of my eyes appeared a silver-haired Goddess.

What kind of bullsh*t is this woman spouting?

“…What?”

No, I’m not.