Arena - Chapter 105 – Spreading the Word (Part 1)

On his first business trip, Chang Yuan was seated next to an absolute beauty.

He was prepared to have a passionate love life and end his boring single life.

However, he never imagined that their plane would crash and they would be stranded on a deserted island!

As he looked at the vast ocean around them, Chang Yuan wanted to cry.

The silver lining was that the beautiful woman had grabbed onto his clothes and was also stranded here.

Chang Yuan mumbled, “Wait a minute. I suddenly realize that you look very similar to a certain celebrity. What was her name again?”

“Is it Qiao Yuran?”

“Ah, yes. You look like the superstar, Qiao Yuran.”

She replied, “I am Qiao Yuran.”

More than ten years later, this sentence gradually spread in Elbaf Continent:

Never use magic to deal with tyrants, because you will find that he will return your spells to you thousands of times after being strengthened by countless magic specialties.

This is the story of a dragon-shaped self-propelled fort that keeps doing things in another world.

There is nothing that one magic can’t fix. If there is, then there are more. ——Izawa

- Description from novelbuddy

Jiang Hao, who is a high school student, was struggling for his college entrance exam…However, this day, a super decomposition system appears in front of him suddenly.By decomposing different kinds of items, he can unlock and use any types of talented abilities, even the power of controlling the time and space.“Ding! Decomposing a math book, obtained one crystallization of mathematics!”“Ding! Decomposing an ant, obtained the ability: Superpower!”“Ding! Decomposing a spider, obtained the ability: Danger Sense!”“Ding! Decomposing a female ghost, obtained the ability: Divine Footwork!”……From that moment on, Jiang Hao began his journey of adventuring this world. This strange world wasn’t simple as he thought.With the Super Decomposition System’s help, he explored the truth of world step by step, and unlock the secret in the deep.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”