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CHAPTER 16

When Batman returned, he didn't look like he was coming home—he looked like he was going to war.

The Dark Knight was absolutely loaded. His batsuit was riddled with scratches from heavy machine gun fire, and he had twin stun batons strapped to his belt. Bat-grenades dangled inside his cape like some kind of doomsday Christmas tree. He didn't look like Gotham's silent protector. He looked like a full-blown, masked vigilante out for blood.

Batman kicked open the front doo...

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CHAPTER 15

"Nom nom! Nom nom! No wonder rich people's food tastes so good—this is amazing! Damn it, I'm actually crying over a slice of cream cake! First time in my life!"

Max stuffed another butter roll into his mouth before even swallowing the last bite of cake. He barely chewed—just gulped it down like a vacuum cleaner.

He washed it all down with several big gulps of milk.

The moment he finished, Max felt a jolt of energy. Not because he was full—far from it. ...

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CHAPTER 14: The Visitor at the Manor

Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!...

The ancient manor's doorbell rang repeatedly as a chubby little creature flew in front of it, madly pressing the button with its tiny claws. The sound echoed through the empty halls of Wayne Manor, insistent and urgent.

In the Batcave beneath the manor's rear mountain, Alfred pulled up the surveillance feed linked to the doorbell, then suddenly felt like his brain couldn't process what he was seeing. The screen showed something he'd never encoun...

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XGO CHAPTER : 49 CONTINUED – X-MEN: THE STRYKER PROTOCOL

The command center they entered was dimly lit, with multiple screens displaying security feeds from throughout the facility. Technicians monitored various systems, barely glancing up as the group entered. At the center stood a holographic projection of what appeared to be Cerebro's schematics, slowly rotating in blue light.

Xavier felt a chill run through him. "Those are designs for Cerebro. How did you—"

"All in good time, Professor," Stryker interrupted. "First, there's someon...

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XGO CHAPTER 48 X-MEN: THE STRYKER PROTOCOL

A desolate landscape of jagged mountains and frozen forest surrounded the vast, pristine expanse of Alkali Lake. The wind howled across the water's surface, creating ripples that caught the afternoon sunlight in fleeting diamonds of brilliance.

High above, cutting through wispy clouds, the sleek black X-Jet descended in a controlled spiral. Its engines emitted a distinctive whine as it approached a clearing that appeared completely natural from above. As the jet neared the grou...

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CHAPTER 30

"Hey! Look what I brought back!"

In Dormitory Building 1, Room 327 of the Repin Sorcerer's Academy, Jialina struck a proud pose in front of the door.

As one of the top magical schools in the Kingdom of Sutton, the student dorms were usually shared between two people.

"What's the guy sent you this time, some more junk?" Her roommate, Yufi, didn't even lift her head, engrossed in her study materials.

She was preparing for the upcoming Wand Cup Inscription Competition. In...

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CHAPTER 29

Unlike the surrounding audience, who were either shocked or frightened, Hoan Carlson was excitedly watching the massive screen hanging in the arena.

What he saw wasn’t just a magic shadow trailer; it was the future of performing arts, his dream.

As the future heir of the Horseman Theater Troupe, he had long grown tired of the current state of drama.

But what had just appeared on the screen was completely different.

The people there didn’t look like they were perfor...

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CHAPTER 28

Lagu Kurman sat in the private box on the third floor of the Twin Towers Arena, overlooking the crowd entering under the scorching sun, feeling an immense sense of satisfaction.

He opened a bottle of 18-year-old aged wine and swirled it in a tall glass. He didn’t drink it, as he thought it would cloud his judgment, but he liked the scent—sandalwood and dried orange peel mixed with berry notes. That was the scent of success, and of money.

"Dad, look! That’s Teacher Toto!" His...

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CHAPTER 27

Ben tried to take a deep breath to calm his nerves, but his heart kept thumping in his chest, and his hand holding the yo-yo trembled uncontrollably.

In the square, hundreds of contestants, just like him, were waiting. Their ages, races, and backgrounds varied, but they all waited anxiously for the judges.

When he first signed up, he thought it would just be a fun competition. After all, a yo-yo is just a toy—how much fuss could it make?

However, when he arrived on-...

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CHAPTER 26

Zhuo Ge poked the unlucky guy on the ground with a claw.

The poor soul had already been submerged in a floating sac. When pressed on the face, water still trickled out from his mouth.

These mermen were so honest. Zhuo Ge had asked them to catch someone and bring him back, but they hadn’t even bothered to take off the armor. They had stubbornly hauled the 250-260 pounds across the sea.

And they still thought they hadn’t done the job right. Now, they were all kneeling on t...

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CHAPTER 25

On the third floor of the toy store, an entire wall was covered with a black curtain.

In front of it, there was a black-painted wooden frame with a crest drawn on it, but in the middle, a round hole had been carved, just large enough for Zuo Ge's head to fit through.

On the opposite side, the undead camera was already set up.

Aisha gave a thumbs-up, signaling that everything was ready. “Three, two, one, action!”

Zuo Ge tilted his head to the left, “Roar—...

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CHAPTER 24

"The Journey to the Holy Mountain, Crystal Stone 16, Scene 83, Shot 36, First Take, Begin."

Raul, clutching Marlene, ran desperately, ahead of him, a speeding train, behind him, an endless wave of zombies.

Before he could stumble, he pushed his daughter and the half-orc widow onto the train, climbing aboard just in time.

But the frenzied zombies grabbed onto the train’s railing—one, two, countless limbs piled up together, weaving into a writhing blanket ...

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CHAPTER 23

Late at night, amidst the stillness, the sound of wheels rolling over the cobblestone street echoed.

Four griffins pulled a cart, speeding through Cornflower Street.

The driver was a bald man with reddish-brown skin, his head involuntarily drooping as he nodded off.

The mist was thick, so thick that even the griffins couldn’t see the road clearly.

Suddenly, a deep red object appeared ahead. The griffins couldn’t avoid it in time and crashed directly into it.

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CHAPTER 22

Zhuo Ge made an oversized wolf-hair brush to write the name on the film base’s main gate.

Though the hair came from gnolls rather than weasels, it was still “wolf” hair in a sense—close enough.

Funny how after all this time in Twin Spires City, the first time he reverted to his original (larger) form was just to write calligraphy.

He dipped the brush into a vat of paint. It had been ages since he used a brush like this, so he practiced on the ground a bit firs...

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CHAPTER 21

Raul held the script in one hand, while the other constantly wiped away sweat. The pages visibly trembled in his grasp.

Aisha found it a little funny and tried to comfort him. “Why are you so nervous? It’s not like we’re going to eat you.”

Raul let out a couple of dry laughs.

Not convincing at all—Julian was still twitching in the corner!

He tried his best to calm down and focus on the script.

When he first signed up, he thought, There’s no way I...

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CHAPTER 20

“Wake up, Marlene! The troupe’s wagon is already waiting for us!”

Raoul burst into the bedroom like a whirlwind—curtains yanked open, windows flung wide, blankets dramatically ripped off. A full combo.

“Can I sleep for five more minutes?” Marlene rubbed her sleepy eyes.

“No way. You were the one who wanted to audition for Shadowplay, remember? If we’re late, they won’t even look at you.”

“…Okay, Daddy.” Marlene got up with a pi...

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CHAPTER 19

Even after washing her hair countless times, Elsa could still smell something fishy.

She’d tried soap, hair oil, lye, even weird folk remedies. Her hair was so dry it was splitting, but the stench—like shrimp paste mixed with shrimp brain—just wouldn’t go away.

Wasn’t there a product invented specifically for washing hair in this world?

To cover up the smell, she splurged 79 silver coins on a bottle of luxury perfume and sprayed it all over her head.

To be fa...

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CHAPTER 18

"This island is really just ten gold coins?"

Aisha narrowed her eyes suspiciously at the merchant in front of her—portly frame, curly mustache, squinty eyes, and a smile that practically had “I have a bad idea” written across it.

Ever since they returned from the Holy Mountain, Zuo Teng had been busy planning the construction of a film studio to shoot Journey to the Holy Mountain—and possibly many sequels to come.

Land within the city...

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CHAPTER 17

“The Journey to the Holy Mountain… What’s that?”
In the private cabin of the steam train, Aisha tilted her head in curiosity at what Zuo Teng was scribbling on a piece of paper.

“A script.”

“A script? Are you writing a play?”

“Not exactly. It’s for a magic movie.”
Zuo Teng would write a few lines, then pause for ages. Writing a magic movie script was way harder than those kiddie comics. Even with the general plot in mind, actuall...

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CHAPTER 16

The scent of earth after the rain lingered in the air. Zog knew exactly what it was—the fart of actinomycetes. Disgusting and educational.

In front of him, the towering smokestacks of a factory belched out white plumes—not toxic smoke, unfortunately, but good old high-temperature water vapor. So much for an environmental scandal.

Zog pulled out a little notebook labeled "Backup Plans to Destroy That Medicine Dealer."
With a sigh, he scratche...

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CHAPTER 15

The Illusion Crystal was even more convenient than a projector. It could not only store images but also directly cast and play them without needing any fixed medium.

As more and more yo-yo instructional videos were released, demand for the once-obscure illusion crystals surged until they were completely bought out. Illusionists became critically understaffed.

To keep production going, Zuo Teng sent Aisha to recruit students on campus. She was told: "Grab as many underclassmen as y...

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CHAPTER 14

“So, you’re saying that is the infamous, uncontrollable natural disaster—the Ancient Red Dragon, Zhuo Ge?”

On the third floor of Zhuo Ge’s Toy Store, Aisha brought Yuno in front of a certain someone who was currently sprawled across the couch, lazily flipping through a comic book.

“Yep, that’s him. He just looks small right now because he’s using a size-altering gadget.”

“Oh, come on. I’m already under a ton of stress. Don’t j...

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CHAPTER 13

In the days following Zoren’s visit, the Zuo Teng Toy Shop returned to a rare state of peace.

Of course, by “peace,” we mean the employees were frantically busy while Zuo Teng himself was solely responsible for the "calm."

His grand DIY mini-game project had hit a serious bottleneck.

Limited brainpower meant he couldn’t handle complex spell models. It was time to accept his limits—his job should be writing proposals, and letting actual professionals do the a...

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CHAPTER 12 lunatic

“Soren Ambrosius.”

Hmm... The name rang a bell. But… who was that again?

Zogo squinted into the middle distance, deep in thought. Sure, he remembered everything he’d ever seen or heard—but “recall” and “instant access” were two very different things.

His memory was like a high-capacity hard drive from Earth. Excellent storage, terrible read speed.

Wait, wait—ah! Got it!

Soren was the owner of the Soren...

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CHAPTER 11 The Patent Office Surprise

“Huh... this is actually kinda fun.”

Birdsong rang out noisily in the early morning. Aisha slumped on her bed, rubbing her stiff neck.

Ugh. The sunlight is way too bright.

Wait, did I really just spend the whole night doing this?

It all started when she wanted to see the spell model Zorco had been tinkering with. Just a quick look. A casual study session.

Sure, the spell used thousands of inscriptions for something as silly as a jumping game...

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CHAPTER 7

Hakan was furious.

He could tolerate Ben reading comics—kids were playful, after all. It was partially his fault for not keeping a closer eye on him.

He should have been focusing more on the household. Ben was his greatest hope for marrying into nobility.

But now Ben was secretly buying toys? Hadn’t he played with every toy imaginable growing up? And now he was buying someone else’s toys?

“You’re twelve already! When I was your age, I...

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CHAPTER 10

“Waaahhh... nooo! Aah! I want the Firepower Warrior S! Buy it for me—Aaaahhh!!”

Zhuo Ge was jolted awake by the screeching banshee cry of a bratty kid. Ever since he’d learned the runes of the Illusionist School, he’d become like a child discovering video games for the first time—completely addicted.

His sleep schedule was now a mess. He’d crash from exhaustion and wake up at completely random hours.

Now, in front of him, the little gremlin saw ...

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CHAPTER 9

Zhuo Ge’s toy store was busier than ever these days.

Thanks to Blazing Yoyo King being free to publish and repost without licensing fees, the only places that didn’t carry the comic now were the few “serious” newspapers.

The comic even gave rise to a wave of fan creations, sparking the start of a long-form comic boom.

Starving artists, caught in a frenzy of competition, began innovating their drawing techniques, and even the concept of storyboarding was star...

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CHAPTER 8

"Achoo!"

Zhuo Teng sneezed.

Someone talking about me? Considering the sheer resilience of an ancient dragon’s body, it’d be pretty hard to catch a cold.

As the proud owner of the Zhuo Teng Toy Shop, of course, he had to pull his weight.

Right now, he was playing the part of a semi-dragon named “Zhuo Teng,” lounging beside the shop entrance as a living mascot.

It was an easy gig. All he had to do was keep reading his magic ...

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CHAPTER 7

Hakan was furious.

He could tolerate Ben reading comics—kids were playful, after all. It was partially his fault for not keeping a closer eye on him.

He should have been focusing more on the household. Ben was his greatest hope for marrying into nobility.

But now Ben was secretly buying toys? Hadn’t he played with every toy imaginable growing up? And now he was buying someone else’s toys?

“You’re twelve already! When I was your age, I...

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