I can expand my MAGIC ENDLESSLY?! - Chapter 23: Valeria Nozvan!!

To pick is to choose. This is a story about choices. Three thousand world full of gods and demons, with a daoist scroll in your hand, you are able to control the entire universe…

At the beginning of time, a mystical meteor came crashing down from outer space and scattered all over the world. A piece of it landed in the Eastern Continent. There were mysterious totems carved upon the meteor. Through viewing these totems, the humankind comprehended the Dao and established the Orthodoxy.

Several thousand years later, the fourteen years old orphan Chen Changsheng left his master to cure his illness and change his fate. He brought a piece of marriage vow with him to the capital, thus began the journey of a rising hero.

The most vulnerable time in a tennis game is when you are leading; even if there is a match point, the game is still possible.

Football is round, tennis is also round.

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As the youngest in the sect, Xie Chi, who has the best talent but only physical superhumanity, went down the mountain with a heavy responsibility.
The second week after going down the mountain, the brothers and sisters at home received urgent help from the younger sister: Brother and sister, the female ghost I raised has eaten several evil ghosts today. Will she have a stomach upset?
Brothers: ? ? ? Junior Sister! Say it again, what are you raising?
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Author’s Note:
①: Xie Chi x Lin Xia, Natural Black x Natural Stay
②: Spiritual direction, including live broadcast, sweet text, not scary, really
③: Welcome to catch insects but refuse to be strong, the pits are guaranteed, welcome to collect ducks
Also known as “Ji you are too beautiful” (not really)

Content tags: Spiritual Gods and monsters Sweet text Live broadcast Metaphysics
Search keywords: Protagonists: Xie Chi, Lin Xia ┃ Supporting roles: Pre-received text “The Queen is a Cat” ┃ Others:

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How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…