MTL - Eight Desolate Sword God - Chapter 1194 The horror of a frog

Due to a mistake on his student’s part, a super Martial Artist had received a wrong class in an online game and had become a mage. He who was used to curbing violence with violence and using strength to subdue strength could only make the best out of his mistake. Taking on a new lease in life, he became a violent close combat mage. When strength and magic came perfectly together, a new gaming path had been opened by him!

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“Fireball spell? Lightning Chain? Frosted Ice Mirror… etc.”

“Wait, I came here to practice Kung Fu! What has magic got to do with me?”

“I am a mage?”

“Oh, that’s right. I am a Mage!”

“However… do you really firmly believe that I am a mage?”

“Alright then, look at my knives! Look at my sword! Look at my fist! Look at my concealed weapons!”

“What? You’re now saying that I’m not a mage?”

“If you don’t believe me, I will prove it to you: If you believe me, I will show you a performance: No one can get in the way of a mage who knows Kung Fu!”

- Description from Novelupdates

Catastrophe erupted, it was the end of the world.

Survivors were surrounded by the impregnable wall, a new order was established…

The desire for power, faith, and darkness pervaded each other, layer upon layer of brands imprinted in every corner of the heart.

The virus wreaked havoc, were these humans’ true colors?

“I unexpectedly survive, I want to live.” –Du Dian

A gas explosion caused Bai Xue to be reborn on Bai Ruxue’s body.

Fortunately, her department store followed her. Rice noodles, grains and oils, vegetable and fruit snacks, clothing and department stores are all available.

She took the supplies in her hands and exchanged money for a house, a car, a job, and gold!

Threatening, with the supermarket in hand, I have the world.

Zhang Mou came to the door: How to repay the grace of saving life?

If the handsome man is like this, the grace of saving his life should be promised with his body!

- Description from novelbuddy

My name is Joo In-gong. The name that my parents gave me meant ‘protagonist’ of the world. Really?