Very Happy - Chapter Ch65.1 - Red Envelope

In the beautiful comic world, superheroes are infinitely beautiful.

Mutants who also have super powers are extremely sad.

Lynn came across time and became a student of the Academy of Mutants with the ability to create magic.

Apparatus, Avada Kedavra…

Glacier Spikes, Ember Storms…

God Slayer Magic of Fire, Dragon Slayer Magic of Thunder…

True mirror image, dimensional leap, elemental mysteries, time stillness…

After ten years of accumulation, Lynn has mastered countless splendid and terrifying magics, but he knows very well that it is meaningless for Professor X to let the students act as thugs to save the world in order to allow humans and mutants to coexist peacefully.

The only way to change the living environment of mutants is to increase the right to speak!

Where does the right to speak come from?

Strength is the foundation!

Money is on the left, power is on the right!

So, he approached Professor X and proposed a package plan to establish a mutant consortium and gain power through money:

The first step is to create “Oasis” and create a second world!

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Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, “Good Morning, Chief!”

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.