It felt it was in constant danger, but Vili refused to let it reside in the other's body as system data!
There was nothing it could do but survive for the time being in this weak, pitiful, and helpless state...
"Are you really not going to follow the storyline?"
Vili stretched comfortably, his clothes billowing up as he moved, revealing his fair waist.
He heard a faint thud coming from the bushes, as if something had fallen to the ground.
Willy froze, then angrily slammed the window shut.
Although he was used to being stared at like that in the past, it didn't mean he was so good-natured to strangers!
If he catches this little mouse...
Vili ground his teeth.
"It's fine to take a walk."
He suddenly stood up, turned around and left without hesitation, and 888 finally managed to grab his hem with great difficulty.
Vili, however, ignored it and pondered in his mind.
I don't know if the magic in this world has declined, or if the people in this world are just too stupid.
In this school, everyone can only choose one type of magic they are good at as their research direction. In his original world, such magicians would be ridiculed!
How can a qualified magician call himself a magician if he doesn't have five or six different types of magic that he is good at?
Not to mention Hill's so-called unique healing magic. In Vili's world, how can you fight if you can't heal yourself?
You can't even fight, and you call yourself a magician?
It's important to understand that practical combat is a crucial part of a mage's development. Vili's long title was earned through countless battles.
It can be considered well-deserved.
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