I'm Recreating the Myth in Tokyo

I am an author and everyone is a book lover. The author writes the book and the reader reads the book. Life is very stressful, coupled with various things, everyone is facing financial problems of varying sizes. Reading is entertainment, looking for a little happiness in the boring and fast-paced city. Most of the readers who really scolded me were idle and confused, or they were relatively young children. They have no pressure, have enough to eat and drink, have nothing to do, and just like to have some fun. And always with a very strange logic. I can scold you, but you can't scold me. I can scold your book, but you can't ban or delete it. I don't have to read your book, but if I feel unhappy, I will definitely scold you. Adult logic doesn't work like this. At least I took a look at everyone's book review section, and we were relatively quiet because everyone was indeed reading. There are a very small number of external readers who complain and curse, but we simply delete the posts and ban them. Because I don't want to quarrel, and there is no need to quarrel. There are many unsatisfactory things in life, so it's better to live the life you want. There will always be trolls. It's best to remove the ban. Everyone is not a saint. This is a place to read, not a smelly dining room. I hope everyone can read quietly. Being happy is the most important thing. Everyone's support is my motivation! --This post is reproduced from "The Ordinary Senior Brother" by the great author Hei Ye Mitian.

Collection of fairy tales from all over the world. Pair it with corresponding abilities or treasures.

Messy and without hierarchy. Continuous ups and downs, thousands of twists and turns, you'd better just use one thing to keep going. Even if you say you are a holy mother, this novel is just like a high school student who had nothing to do. It is very similar. The skeleton structure of the story was completely thought up by high school students.

I was thinking that Notre Dame was burned down a few years ago, why is there still something like this?

There is too much nonsense and it is difficult to read. There is no sense of substitution, and it feels grinding.

The protagonist has too many things to think about, and he has to answer yes, yes, yes, anytime, anywhere.

I can only say that I didn't see what I wanted to see, and I didn't see any myths recreated.

Just because of the fucking photo, he relented and traveled through time without taking the tiger with him. He didn't consider the consequences at all. His uncle had already treated him like this and was still babbling. It didn't feel good at all.

I simply don't want to say it anymore. It's a matter of family ties in his family. I looked at so many pictures that I forgot it was just a photo, so I just tore it up and ran over it! I really don't know what he thinks. The male protagonist's relatives treat him like this. If it were me, I would kill him if I had the fucking power. He also wanted to kill his entire family. Damn it! The last thing I want to talk about is that thing about stealing clothes in the first few pictures. The darkness in my heart keeps growing. . . . . . . . .

What setting is this? A descendant of a magician with fairy blood? ? ? ?