I am a crabapple tree, a thousand-year-old monster.
I thought I was dead, but no.
So it's time for me to avenge myself, Kensuo, for being chased to the ends of the earth by a crabapple tree!
Are there many special spell spirits? Use it as flower fertilizer!
Vicious and ignorant villagers? Use it as flower fertilizer!
Super handsome guy Gojo Satoru? Dang... Ahem, this cannot be used as flower fertilizer.
Be a pretty girl in the magic high school, and be the domineering eldest sister in the magic world.
In the whole world, I stand out!
——The story of the author of Broken Mouth————
I have become crazy about spells recently. After staying up for several days and nights and eating a lot of fragrant fan food, my eggshell became completely empty.
In order to feed my stomach, I decided to write for a while. The writing is not good, and the composition in the Chinese language test did not get more than 50 points. The holes in this novel are probably more than those in the body of Japanese knotweed Hishito after the fight.
Because I took advantage of the precious leisure time during the winter vacation to write this, I cannot guarantee updates once school starts. Don't expect anything from this cosmic-level shithole.
What fruit do you hate the most? Rotten oranges in the upper echelons of conjuration.
What's your favorite animal? Of course there are five cats!
Intention: Turn the Millennium Curse Master into flower fertilizer