My Dragon System - Chapter 529: 999/1000

I arrived in a world of swords and magic, only to find out my unique job is “Penny Candy Store Owner”?!

Well, that’s fine by me. I hate fighting anyway……

Supporting rookie adventurers with snacks that have mysterious powers, and maybe even winning the heart of a yandere witch along the way, let’s do our best!

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Lu Weixi did the math in the morning. “Including today, you’ve been back a total of 10 days this month. We agreed when we got married five years ago that you’ll give me 50,000 a month, and that you’ll come home five days a month. You’ve exceeded that number. That’ll be additional.”

Qin Zhiyi curls his lips. “It’s too much of a hassle that way. How about we make it a lifelong deal?”

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It had been hundreds of years since humanity and their Witch allies had been forced to retreat to the fortress cities after the disastrous war to eliminate the Magi Clans.

Nuclear weapons had burned the skies, and Grand Magic pulled entire continents beneath the seas before the end, but the victory was secured, no Magi was left alive in their slowly recovering world.

Or so they thought.

Wolfe Noxus was born on the lower levels of a fortress city run by the Morgana Coven, raised under the glow of magical lights, with magic and technology entwined in every aspect of his life.

But after his eighteenth birthday, when a get rich quick scheme led him to the forbidden ability to use the powers of the Magi, his whole life would change.

The forbidden inheritance of the Magi was his. All he had to do was live long enough to embrace it.

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Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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