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... a concentrated sphere of energy, I felt the mana gather and pulse with each breath. It was a strange but invigorating sensation.

'Alright, let's see how this works,' I thought, taking a deep breath and allowing the mana to flow from the virtual core through my limbs.

Contrary to how you would think, there are no cores in this world for the Awakened to use mana. The mana itself that belongs to you is not stored in a specific place in your body. Rather, the concept is a little bit ...

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MTL - Marvel: I Get the Power of the Spell To Play Superman

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As soon as Li Ye opened his eyes, he saw two three-meter-tall giants fighting each other.

“What sin did I do, I’m going to die just after transmigrating!!”

“Ding, feel that the host is in danger, activate the system, and reward the novice with a big gift package – 12 spell powers”

Since then, Marvel has added a superman who can fly, whose eyes can emit lasers, and who can…

“Hulk, from now on, I will be the strongest on Earth!”

“Thor, I lifted your hammer!”

“Ultra, it’s time to go back to the furnace and rebuild!”

“Hella, just because I beat you, doesn’t mean I want to marry you!”

“Purple Sweet Potato Essence, don’t run away! Don’t you snap your fingers?”

“Gwen, Wanda…we are all family”

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Chapter 80 – Mist Tower

I Keep Reincarnating, Why Is He Still Alive?

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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.