Only I Am a Necromancer - Chapter 109: Survival from Zombies in Beomgye Station (4)

Blessed with unlimited mana, Noah travels the worlds and sees rampant corruption and injustice.

Yan Fei ordered a small drone online, never expecting that the drone would suddenly become his avatar.Amazing, right? But what’s even more incredible is that this drone avatar can actually upgrade, into a drone fighter jet, a heavy combat jet, a stealth bomber……Are these powerful combat units really my avatars? Do they really expect me to take on the entire world?Yan Fei is utterly bewildered!

In the beautiful comic world, superheroes are infinitely beautiful.

Mutants who also have super powers are extremely sad.

Lynn came across time and became a student of the Academy of Mutants with the ability to create magic.

Apparatus, Avada Kedavra…

Glacier Spikes, Ember Storms…

God Slayer Magic of Fire, Dragon Slayer Magic of Thunder…

True mirror image, dimensional leap, elemental mysteries, time stillness…

After ten years of accumulation, Lynn has mastered countless splendid and terrifying magics, but he knows very well that it is meaningless for Professor X to let the students act as thugs to save the world in order to allow humans and mutants to coexist peacefully.

The only way to change the living environment of mutants is to increase the right to speak!

Where does the right to speak come from?

Strength is the foundation!

Money is on the left, power is on the right!

So, he approached Professor X and proposed a package plan to establish a mutant consortium and gain power through money:

The first step is to create “Oasis” and create a second world!

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Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.