Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys - Chapter 766 - 292: Defensive Power Test (Double-Length Chapter)_3

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Everyone dreams of gaining magical powers at some point in their lives, be it flying through the air or throwing fireballs from their hands. When the time finally comes, and mana arrives on Earth, it's not all its cracked up to be.Transported into a tutorial with his family, Christopher has to fight to survive while trying to keep his family alive. After three grueling months inside a tutorial where tragedy and death seem to follow him around, Chris struggles for power and the chance for revenge.When the survivors return to a changed Earth, conflicts arise. Various players vie for power and to expand their influence, while Chris tries to carve out a place for himself and the rest of his family free from any more conflict.Others aren't so keen on sharing what they think should be theirs.~~~Current Release Schedule is one chapter every weekday (5 days a week) at 4 PM EST.Inspired by the amazing stories of Primal Hunter, Path of Ascension, Unchosen Champion, and Path of Dragons.

What will happen if your ordinary life becomes not so ordinary? What will happen if your old existence becomes anew? What will happen if the world that you know is changing?

Our heroine, Anne, is a 40 year old librarian, that got entangled in mythical magic, inside a mysterious fairytale book. When the disaster happened, she got thrown into another world, the kingdom of Valorian, where magic and lore are coming alive. A world where she becomes younger again, but with a wisdom and knowledge of a forty-year-old woman.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.