MTL - Spellcasting is a Permanent Addition and My Skills Are All Forbidden Spells - Chapter 118 Spirit fruits, rune stones, large monster forces! Tight

[Host: Female][Daily Sign-In System: Rewards Guaranteed!][Miss a day? No problem—your monthly bonus will be even bigger!]In the mysterious world of Elarion, danger hides behind beauty, our protagonist goes to academy but in mid way she get attacked and another world soul come to take her place, but because of soul own system mistake the soul died and our protagonist got system,she has realize she will die and she did not wanted that, with her system she although live but later another more extreme things happen to her, now she cant enter her own world for years, gods decided to seal it but reason nobody in Elarion know,But there's one problem: our protagonist has the lowest magical talent of all.Armed only with her wits, determination, and a mysterious Sign-In System that grants her daily rewards, can she defy fate, rise through the ranks, and uncover the secrets buried deep within Gorvanna?but there is a twist, she has attracted obsessive's vampires now she had yandere Vampire woman's who are obsessed with her,Warning (her first love will appear after chap 35+)

During his patrol, Ji Xiu Yun, a marshal of the Empire, was ambushed and went missing. When he returned, there was a pure white creature crouching on his army cap.

Through genetic testing, it was determined that this cute and delicate little fellow was a creature that had faded away with the mother planet of humans 2000 years ago——a cat.

The last cat in the universe!

The people of the Empire were frenzied!

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[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.

Ian Percus, the second son of a countryside Viscountcy.

One day, he received a love letter from the future.

‘If we don’t protect the future, the world will perish.’

With an ominous warning scribbled by someone