Sword Pilgrim - Chapter 3

[Rebirth + Abuse of Trash + Sweet Love] In her previous life, Su Li was blind and helped her husband to ascend to a high position.When he became successful, she abandoned him.Her grandfather's family and her father, the Shangshu, who had lived a clear and upright life, were decapitated and beheaded. She herself died with two bodies and could not close her eyes. God has eyes and she was reborn. In this life, she protects her relatives and steps on scumbags and bitches.When the scars faded, her appearance was stunning.Her medical skills were superb and amazing. ... A certain prince who was upright and elegant outside was clinging to the beauty in his arms: “This prince feels uncomfortable all over, and I need Li'er to check it out.”✨Love this translation? Support me on Patreon for early access, exclusive content, and more! Your support keeps the translations coming—subscribe today!

Connor finds himself in a world of spy mages with powers like fire, water, air, earth, and manifestation, all which require using wands. But, there are these powers–powerful powers–that require nothing but their own body. These are called Perks, which are super rare and only go down in certain family lines all around the world. These are many things that occur in the spy mage world.

These spy mages still act like spies. They infiltrate bases and take down ruthless leaders using their powers. They have to keep themselves unknown by the world at risk of being hunted by the government. If they were to be shown to the world, the entire world would be in a war against these people. These things are stuff that Connor never knew existed.

He attends the YMPA academy, where he finds friends and learns how to use his power.

But he finds himself in a war against the MSTO, powerful and evil spy mage corporations that want to steal and create weapons to take over the US and the world. Everyone would be in danger of their tyranny, and they need to be stopped right here and right now. And that mission has been given to Connor to defeat them. Will Connor and his team stop the MSTO and save humanity? What other powers will Connor discover?

Find out in Spy Mage System.

If you’re for a more action-packed story, and this should be good for you. Although there is brief romance, there is some throughout the story—so no need to worry much if you want some romance and relationship in this book.

Character development will happen pretty slowly, so pay close attention.

Hope you enjoy!

The weak scream till hoarse without anyone who cares.

The strong soft whisper with words deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

A burning skill tree, each leaf carrying a different spirit pattern. With his sect destroyed, Lu Ye, who was reduced to a mining s*ave, became a cultivator. He soon started to stir up the land of Kyushu.

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