[ Name: Ren Arken
Age: 14
Race: Human
Strength: 200,000 (+1,300,000 [Mana])
Agility: 300,000 (+2,300,000 [Mana])
Vitality: 800,000 (+1,200,000 [Mana])
Mana: ~~~
Spiritual: ~~~
Intellect: 300, 000
Unique Skills:
-Magic cards -appraisal -evil gaze -strengthen -leap -basic magics -Magic mastery -Grimoire of death -Real Clone [Heavenly Slime] -Eye of Wisdom -Sword God -Fenrir Arken -Predator of the sky -Wild Beasts Skills -Knight's soul -Defiler of the banished, Ataraxia]
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"An idea?" Aegir could feel a mischievous aura coming out from Oz.
"Hm? Ah, no, I'll try that thing later, by the way, why do all of the people gather here?" Oz changed the topic.
Despite the corona virus is in an outbreak, I finally free from fighting typhus, take care of your health guys, somehow, multiple viruses other than corona are also dangerous and is currently still spreading around us.
But I'm still excited I finally permitted to write again, sorry for the very long absence guys! Maybe you're tired of my excuses, but trust me, writing is a hobby for me, and I'm not lying for every things that happened to me before, it's just that I happen to invite a lot of misfortunes to my life, thanks for understanding :)