Single Spell Sorcerer - Chapter 3: Restrictions

Travel through pirates and gain the ability to decompose and reconstruct everything.

In the next life, Link will marry the most beautiful queen and be the freest man!

Supreme Swordsman Twelve Workers? Look at my ship-killing knife made of the essence of meteorite iron and talk!

Want to turn the world upside down? Decomposition and reconstruction of memory, Blackbeard shouted for world peace!

The Four Emperors threaten, Im coming? When the mystery of energy and rules is analyzed, all abilities will be decomposed, and all abilities can be mastered!

Join Doflamingo at the beginning and set sail from the North Sea!

ps: This book is also known as “The Man Behind the Pirate Queen” and “What Experience Is It Like to Fall in Love in a Pirate”

The newcomer and the new book kneel down and beg the gentlemen for support! ! !

- Description from novelbuddy

Noir, third son of a “beggar noble,” lost his job and was at a loss, but fortune struck just as he was contemplating becoming an adventurer.

For some reason, Shao Qian devoured half of the system that tried to devour his soul after tricking him into completing missions in worlds where he was horribly humiliated.

Since he didn’t feel like returning to his original world anymore, he decided to return to the worlds of which he had the coordinates and retaliate against them!

But…….

Why is it that every world seems not quite right?

Could it be the method he used to cross through the worlds was wrong?

Why is the female lead completely ignored by the male lead who, for some reason, is currently sticking to him like glue?

- Description from Novelupdates

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.