Thank you for the invitation. I am in the world of cultivating immortals and have just come off the production line.
[Funny, dihua, group portrait, inhuman protagonist, no system]
I am a book, a magic book that records Western forbidden spells, necromancy and various mischief and tricks.
In this world where swords are flying everywhere and people can change their fate at every turn, I feel out of place.
Because... My magic circuit is incompatible with their spiritual power system!
I taught them [Fireball Technique], and they practiced "Human Exhaust Emission (Spraying Black Smoke)";
I taught them [Mage's Hand], and they practiced "Automatically Taking Off Pants to Grab";
I taught them [3D Star Map], and they turned themselves into "drum-loading washing machines."
I originally thought that I was a waste and was destined to be used as a table corner.
But I never expected that the brain power of this group of immortal cultivators is simply outrageous!
They call my graffiti "The Great Truth", my pranks "God's Punishment", and my garlic smell "Abyss Demonic Breath"!
In this way, I, a magic book that just wanted to lie down and complain, was bluntly praised by them as "the source of disaster that destroys the world."
When you are tired, destroy it quickly.
——By A Broken Magic Book·Lin Xiao.
