Chapter 215: Playing dead

Playing dead

I've played dead, literally playing dead.

The past two years are hard to put into words.

First, thanks to Shanghai Zhongshan Hospital, which gave me a chance at rebirth;

Second, thanks to iFlytek Voice, which gave me the opportunity to keep typing;

Then, the story "Shrink" really can't continue; I've almost forgotten the plot and setting, and mainly there's no income from writing it, so the worthless author who needs to help his wife pay the mortgage feels terribly sorry;

Finally, the new book "What Is It Like to Have a Teacher Who Is a Mage?" has already uploaded several tens of thousands of words; it's a fantasy, sword and magic, magic farming genre.

The reason I wrote this is because I've always been quite interested in Western fantasy farming settings, even though it's been done to death, but I still decided to write one myself, and I also hope to come up with some unique satisfying points;

On the other hand, while recuperating and reading, I found the fantasy genre's popularity extremely low; as a middle-aged uncle who just hit puberty, my rebellious feelings exploded, and I resolutely decided to single-handedly dive into the market to save it……

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"What Is It Like to Have a Teacher Who Is a Mage?"

Having crossed over to another world, what's it like to have a teacher who is a mage? In two lifetimes of poverty, I suddenly have a huge backer—do I eat the food that's been brought to my mouth?

Fireball technique, ice arrow, earth wall technique, wind blade, blink;

Enchanting, scrolls, potions, forging, magic runes;

Spectral wolves, skeleton soldiers, slime monsters, stone gargoyles, treants;

High-precision automatic magic cannon, wind-powered floating airship, small magic-powered transport vehicle;

Magic is truth, knowledge is power.