Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
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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