MTL - I Was Called a Poor Widow, But I Relied on My Supernatural Powers To Fight Back In Ancient Times - Chapter 29 People here don't eat fish

Once, because of a pair of purple eyes he was scorned. He is a wangye known across the land, cold and bloodthirsty, looking disdainfully upon the world.

This is not your usual isekai novel. it has my unique world background, unique power system and i am trying it make it a unique experience for every reader. :)

Athan, a 16-year-old boy, lived until he was killed for a stupid reason. (stupid reason & more in the prologue:v)

But it seems that fate had stored different things for him as after death as he transmigrated in the magical world inside a dead body of a boy with the same name and same facial features as him.

He also found out that a mysterious black whirlpool seemed to be inside him.

Was someone responsible for his transmigration? if so then who? and why? or was it pure coincidence that he got a new chance at life?

Elara was not a nosy person, but something about her supposedly perfect boss helplessly weeping at night in an empty office triggered her curiosity.Mr. Terrence, her boss, was the ideal image of perfection: powerful, rich, and amiable. There had not been a single flaw in him until the day she saw the crack in his mask.Not only was he not the dominant figure she had assumed, but he was also clingy, sweet, and... wasn’t this the ideal puppy boyfriend?! How was this possible? Her boss was actually a secret softie!Follow Elara as she navigates the chaotic relationship with her 'perfect' boss, filled with nothing but surprises!

Due to a mistake on his student’s part, a super Martial Artist had received a wrong class in an online game and had become a mage. He who was used to curbing violence with violence and using strength to subdue strength could only make the best out of his mistake. Taking on a new lease in life, he became a violent close combat mage. When strength and magic came perfectly together, a new gaming path had been opened by him!

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“Fireball spell? Lightning Chain? Frosted Ice Mirror… etc.”

“Wait, I came here to practice Kung Fu! What has magic got to do with me?”

“I am a mage?”

“Oh, that’s right. I am a Mage!”

“However… do you really firmly believe that I am a mage?”

“Alright then, look at my knives! Look at my sword! Look at my fist! Look at my concealed weapons!”

“What? You’re now saying that I’m not a mage?”

“If you don’t believe me, I will prove it to you: If you believe me, I will show you a performance: No one can get in the way of a mage who knows Kung Fu!”

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