Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country - Chapter 170: Boss, Be More Sincere with Your Apology—Your Smile Is Even Harder to Suppress Than a Gatling Gun

Lin Qi transmigrates to a world of immortals. In this world, there are sword immortals who can behead a person from a thousand miles away, peerless great demons who burn mountains and boil the seas, and ancient gods and devils who can divine the heavenly secrets.

Countless dimensional worlds appeared, and human beings began to practice.

Open the gene lock, break the shackles of the human body, absorb the gene core of the alien animal, and extract the skills or talents in it.

Warrior, Mage, Archer, Assassin, Support.

“What is your job?”

Yuan Bei shivered while holding the self-made cheating system.

“I’m assisting, with hard control…”

This is the story of a hard-charging assistant spreading positive energy in the world.

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Ethan accidentally rode the wrong train and ended up in Brynhildr Magical Academy where Wizards and Witches are taught on how to use Magic.

As someone who didn't have any magic powers, he thought that he would be punished for being in a place where he wasn't supposed to be. Fortunately, due to a stroke of luck, the teenage boy managed to avoid the worst case scenario, and ended up staying in the Magic Academy to learn magic.

Ridiculed by many for being magically crippled, Ethan strived to adapt to his new school life with the help of his new friends, who made him realize what True Magic was all about.

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