The world is never peaceful.
On the bright side, there was singing and dancing.
People called spellcasters in the darkness destroy cursed spirits behind the scenes of reality, fighting among themselves endlessly, mastering otherworldly powers and receiving worship and awe.
But Fang Xiang is not interested in spells.
He just wants to one day have the long-lasting vision he dreams of.
'…'
The person on the operating table looked at the man with blood-stained hands who looked more like a butcher than a doctor: 'So this is the reason why you subvert the magic world, create taboo weapons, organize a terrorist organization, and secretly plot to rule Neon. '
'None of my business? '
Fang Xiang rolled his eyes: 'I'm just a broken veterinarian. '
