Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Nightmare Assault
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Horror Game Designer
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1092- Free competition
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 202: Knowledge
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 280: The Man in the Mirror
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1091- Series of information
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 907: Preserved Pill
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 577.2: Plot to Kill - Part 2
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 201: Priest
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 279: No One Is Innocent
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1090- Outer space
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1089- Rushed Gunner
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 906: Breaking the Realm (2)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 905: Breaking the Realm (1)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 577.1: Plot to Kill - Part 1
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 9: He’s Playing a Huge Chess Game!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3810: Little Grass’s Strength
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 200: Flood
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 278: Wait
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1088- Familiar people
Thousands of years ago, at the edge of the continent, there was a small kingdom.
The capital city was situated in a place of scenic beauty. The people lived by fishing and generally led prosperous lives.
Every month, the king held a grand celebration, during which the entire kingdom rejoiced while travelers from elsewhere came to visit.
As the king had decreed that many of its special preserved products could only be sold during the celebrations and they would enjoy certain tax reductions during the festivities, many wealthy merchants came specifically to buy local specialties in large quantities and spend lavishly during the celebrations.
This was what made the common folk happiest.
During these times, every household would bring out their stockpiled special preserved products for sale, making a good profit, and would also pick up some rare items from these visiting merchant caravans.
The idea of holding these celebrations was the second thing in the king's life that made him proud.
As for what made him proudest, it was his son, the kingdom's only prince, a prodigy in the arcane arts.
In his youth, no one noticed that the young prince had any particular talent for magic. He learned spells more slowly than average, but he had a peculiar love for the arcane and often begged his father to buy him various spellbooks.
The old king adored his son and began collecting spellbooks from merchant caravans during the celebrations, gifting them to his son.
At the time, the king thought that even though his son didn't seem particularly talented, with enough reading and effort, he might still achieve something in the arcane arts.
He, who didn't understand incantation, thought that "understanding" of magic was entirely an individual thing.
In their eyes, their little prince was slower at learning incantations compared to his peers.
However, while his peers only grasped the first level of a spell, their prince could reach the fifth level.
This talent became increasingly apparent as he grew older and accumulated more magical power,
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