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 'What's going on here?' Evin thought as he stared at the three papers with fear and confusion.
 Was he really someone who warranted such strict observations? Who found him so interesting that they'd leave not one, but three, of these things inside his room? What the hell did they want from him? Was it the voice they wanted? They why don't they just take it? Evin didn't want the thing in his head.
 A weird buzzing sound appeared in his ears alongside the muffled shouts that came from inside his head.
 However, Evin didn't care about these things. Instead, he found himself looking around the room, searching for something… or rather, someone. He didn't know why he was doing this, considering who the man was… but nevertheless, Evin found himself wanting to see this person. Even if the slightest thought of his father instilled primal fear and worry in his heart, it felt&nbsp; right for Evin to be near him. But for better or worse, there was no one else in the room beside himself.
 "Oh… I'm all alone now…" An empty whisper escaped his mouth.
 &lt;Snap out of it!&gt; the voice's muffled shouts finally became clear.
 &lt;I'm here for you! This whole thing's bit messed up, but there's no need to panic now! Just do as I say! Now!&gt;
 Strangely, the order calmed Evin a bit, as he felt that his mind had gotten a tiny bit sharper than a moment ago. His eyes fell on the three papers again, and he was reminded of the problem he was currently facing.
 &lt;Finally calmed down?&gt; the voice sighed and after thinking for a bit, it told Evin what to do, &lt;Put the last two back where they were. Then, you can bring the one you found on the wardrobe to a servant outside. Tell them you found it in the room, and you think that a previous owner of the room left it in there. Try to act casual about it. If you can't, then let me speak for you.&gt;
 Calming himself down a bit, Evin carefully put the two others where they were and then picked up the 1st with the most natural confused sound he could manage.
 He then walked out of his new room, called for a servant, which happened to be an old man of some sorts, and showed him the paper.
 "Sorry, sir. I found this in my room. I think the previous tenant left it behind," Evin said, barely keeping his voice from cracking.
 The old man looked at the piece of paper with some curiosity, before his expression turned into shock. He seemed to mouth an 'Oh, shit…' before doing his best to wipe off the shock off his face. Turning to Evin, he accepted the paper with respect and professionalism.
 "Alright, I'll see that this falls into the proper hands," the old man said in his most casual tone, before adding on sheepishly, "Don't worry about it, young mage!"
 The servant's comical actions loosened Evin's tense mind a bit, as he walked back into his room with a thanks.
 &lt;If you want to speak with me, you can pile a blanket around the piece of paper under the bed and speak to me in whispers. Since they put these things in relatively open spaces, it means that they can't listen through objects. If it wasn't so, I refuse to believe that a proper Earth Mage wouldn't just put the damn thing inside the walls and get things over with.&gt;
 Evin nodded, tucked a bunch of blankets around the bed, and went to the other corner of the room.
 "What the hell is happening? You said something about seeing someone put something similar in Leanne's house?" he whispered.
 &lt;They did. Or at least one person did. I saw them sneak into your room through the window and leave something similar under the bed.&gt;
 "Why is this happening? I don't understand why I'd garner so much attention on me..."
 &lt;I can't say for sure, but the only guess I can make is that they're doing all this because of the Imagination Casting I performed during the Awakening thing.&gt;
 "What do you mean?" Evin asked.
 &lt;Remember how Leanne said that Imagination Casting classes are only for nobility? What that likely means is that it's not allowed for anyone other than nobility to do the same things,&gt; the voice said, and trailed off a bit, &lt;Ah, now I can kind of see why they'd be this gung-ho about some random 2nd grade being able to Imagination Cast…&gt;
 "What are you talking about?"
 &lt;Alright, I'm in a good mood lately so I don't mind explaining things to you. You'll do well to know about it, as well,&gt; the voice said gleefully, &lt;For someone to cast spells using their imagination, they would need to possess a rather advanced set of knowledges. Pretty sure the noble's children learn those things from a young age, but that kind of education is simply impossible for a random blacksmith's son to possess.&gt;
 "Does that mean it's illegal for me to cast magic like that?"
 &lt;No-no. It just means you know things that you're not allowed to know.&gt;
 "But I don't even know these things that I'm not allowed to know," Evin suddenly thought it unfair, "You still haven't taught me how to cast magic like you promised."
 &lt;First, I promised you to teach magic if you ditched your father's ass behind by your own will. Did that happen? I don't think so,&gt; the voice seemed to sneer.
 Evin was about to complain, but the voice continued.
 &lt;But... I suppose you're free from his influence in the end, so I guess it's okay. Alright, I'll teach you how to cast a ball of fire.&gt;
 Evin stopped his complaints from leaking out and expectantly waited for the voice to continue.
 &lt;It's very easy,&gt; the voice laughed, &lt;Whenever you want to create a ball of fire, whisper 'Fireball' and I'll create a ball of fire in front of you. As a bonus, I'll even aim it at an enemy if you're in a fight or something.&gt;
 Evin sat in the corner silently… trying to process what the voice just said to him.
 "What?"
 &lt;What do you mean what? It's super easy, isn't it? Just whisper a word, and I'll do my best to follow your command. You should find it an honor, by the way. I don't really let anyone order me around.&gt;
 "But you told me you'd teach me how to do it by myself!" Evin hissed.
 &lt;I told you I'd teach you how to cast magic. I never said anything about teaching you how to do Imagination Casting independently.&gt;
 "You lying piece of shit!"
 &lt;I just explained to you why I didn't lie, you fucking mongrel. If you don't like it, you can go beat your past self for being such an idiot.&gt;
 Evin wanted to curse and rage at the voice, but knowing that there were people listening to him, he controlled his anger. Taking deep breaths, Evin went silent, thinking how he could get back at the voice for this.
 'Since he likes being such a smartass, I'll do the same to him,' he thought.
 "If you don't teach me about it, then I'll talk to Leanne about your existence. I'm sure she'll be able to get rid of you one way or another."
 &lt;He-he, you can try it out. I'm sure that will go according to whatever plan that you have in your head.&gt;
 "Stop bluffing. I know you're scared shitless of getting found out. If not, why would you ask me to be whispering in the corner here."
 Now that Evin thought about it himself, why was he sitting so far away from the recording rune or whatever it was called, trying so hard to keep the voice's existence under wraps. Wasn't it his goal to get rid of the voice once and for all?
 &lt;Well, if you really want to expose me, then you can do so. There's not much I can do about it either,&gt; the voice said with a calm sigh. &lt;But do remember to think carefully about the outcomes.&gt;
 Evin scoffed at its threatening comment.
 "I'm a mage now. I can seek help from the mages. I'm sure they have a method to get rid of you once and for all. In fact, I'm positive that there's at least one mage with the ability to deal with you among the thousands in their league."
 &lt;Unfortunately for you, life doesn't work like that. If you suddenly reveal a talking voice in your head who can cast magic for you, the chances of you being thrown into a mental asylum are much higher than the chances of someone actually helping you out. Maybe if you're especially unlucky, they'll treat you as a free guinea pig to test out their fancy magic.
 &lt;Oh yeah, remember that time your father brought you to that doctor who claimed he could rid your head of the voices inside? Remember that?&gt; the voice's tone took on an awfully gleeful mood.
 It really loved this story. And as much as Evin hated thinking about it, a memory of a certain incident started emerging in his head. A man holding a needle and a hammer, swinging them around dangerously close to Evin's head.
 &lt;He wrote down the list of symptoms on a nice little paper, took a good look at it for a few seconds, before taking another good look at you. Then, in all seriousness, he offered to drill a hole in your head... to let the voices slip out. No-no-no, wait. He didn't even say he was gonna fucking drill your head,&gt; the voice started cackling elatedly.
 &lt;He... He put a... what's it called, a needle next to your... fucking head... and offered to... gently... yes, gently... peck the needle through your skull... with his trusty lil' hammer,&gt; the voice started to wheeze uncontrollably at this point.
 Evin listened to the voice giggling by itself for a minute straight, seething with annoyance. Finally, he heard a sigh of pure satisfaction and delight from the voice. One that people tended to do after a nice, hearty laugh.
 &lt;Holy fuck, I love this story... Thank god the man was as greedy as he was insane. I'm sure if his price was a bit cheaper, then you really might've had a hole next to your head,&gt; the voice finished.
 "Fine, I get it. But mages are different!" Evin replied stubbornly.
 &lt;Ugh, whatever, Evin. You can go take a walk around the Four Nations for all I care. I'm sure you'll find a mage capable of getting rid of me eventually,&gt; the voice said annoyedly, before its tone turned animated once again, &lt;Actually... you don't even have to search so far to meet such a mage. You can just go to the Black Tower and ask the Empress to fix you up. See how that works out for you.&gt;
 Evin wanted to reply but found himself stuck on the thought.
 'Would the Empress be willing to help me out?'
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 Evin was a boy tormented by the existence of a Voice in his head, which spent most of its days abusing him with words.
 "I can’t let you think that this shitty thing you call your life is normal, so just accept my criticisms and try to make things better," it would say, constantly insulting and demeaning Evin’s decisions.
 Because of it, he was considered a lunatic by all, leaving him with no one to call friends and a father who did nothing but beat him. The only warmth in his life were blurry images of his mother, the only person who loved him unconditionally, but even she had left him when he was only three years old. Whether she did so because of his supposed insanity or not, Evin could never know.
 However, on his long-awaited 10th birthday, Evin learns that the organ that pumped blood through his veins was not a heart, but a mana-core. The revelation immediately lifts him from the ranks of plain old commoners to the level of mages – miracle-invokers who could bend the rules of nature to their own designs and desires.
 Another surprise befalls Evin, in the form of the Voice knowing how to cast spells, despite Evin never learning anything about magic in his life. It offers Evin to work together, so they can eventually find a way to separate and become two independent beings.
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 This novel is also known as Conquer a Mountain And Become The Great KingIn the world where martial arts are respected, a warrior can open a mountain and split a rock in his hand, and can move a thousand miles between his legs. 
 On this day, a teenager took a fancy to the top of a mountain and occupied it, known as the king. 
 Since then, this mountain has become a holy place for everyone. Here, walking supremely, many beasts like dogs, known as the cradle of genius, peaceful haven… 
 God, what do I see, the Supreme is planting the land, the beast is watching the door! My opening method must be wrong…
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 Rebirth of England in 1890. 
 [Family assets exceed 1,000 pounds, reward a recipe for Chanel No. 5 perfume] 
 [Family assets exceed 10,000 pounds, reward a Red Bull formula] 
 [Family reputation is small and famous, and a reward for automotive technology] 
 [Family influence is world-famous, reward a copy of the cultivation method] 
 As a result, Li Lin started his struggle in England. If he was not careful, he was going to be awesome!
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 After five years of return, he has become an emperor! 
 No one can beat the sky! 
 The medicine is the ultimate, the peak of martial arts! 
 I am the most protagonist!
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 The hot-blooded young man holds wretched swordsmanship, is famous for alchemy and sideline business, sits on three thousand beauties in the harem, and vowed to become the most perverted alchemist swordsman in history.
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 When you wake up, you suddenly find yourself naked, locked in an iron cage, and next to you a pair of eyes are closely staring at you, where will you cover up first? Up top or down below? Luo Qingyu didn’t cover up, she smiled charmingly, and knocked him out. Crossing? It doesn’t matter, she is a top agent, in a different era she can still mix in the wind and water. Unspoiled daughter? Oh, she’ll let the old man regret until his intestines are black…….
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 It was the twenty-third year of Tianxi*. Rumours traversed the streets that the all-knowing Imperial Advisor suffered a great calamity and could not help but enter seclusion to focus on cultivation. However, the commoners secretly clapped their hands and rejoiced. In the winter of the same year, a young monk appeared in the Hui Zhou Fu’s Ningyang District.
 The monk’s monastic title was Xuan Min, his memories all missing, yet was versed in the arts of Feng Shui Kan Yu**. On the very first day arriving in Ningyang, he did not hesitate to take care of a dangerous manor, picking up Xue Xian, who was hidden there, along the way.
 Since then, Xue Xian – who had been all-powerful in the first half of his life – gained a new life pursuit: to get this baldy*** who had only a good outer appearance to take his last breath and “smile from his grave”.
 Xue Xian: If you are unhappy, then I will be happy. If you die, I’ll laugh my ass off.
 Xuan Min: …
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 Shen Zhixian transmigrated into a book as a cannon fodder master who hatefully severed his disciple’s spirit root. This disciple fell into the devil’s path and returned to make mincemeat out of him.
 Shen Zhixian just happened to transmigrate into the last moment of the master’s captivity, and then he was reborn again.
 After rebirth, he devoted himself to fostering and supporting his disciple, only to discover later that his disciple was also reborn.
 Even worse, the disciple still retained the memory of his life before rebirth.
 Shen Zhixian: …Disturbed.
 Afterward, he realized one truth: Being a master is a high-risk occupation. Not trivial at all!
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 “Introduce yourself!” 
 The smile on Aoba’s face slowly converged, and he became extremely serious, which made his face in the shadow of the backlight even more terrifying. 
 “My name is Yamanaka Aoba, fourteen years old and live in the Anbu dormitory. I work in the Konohagakure Intelligence Division and live an ordinary quiet life every day…” 
 Aoba transmigrated to the world of Naruto, became an ordinary Yamanaka clan member. Due to his frail body, the clan arranged for him to become Anbu in the Konohagakure Intelligence Division and conduct mind-reading interrogation work. 
 When he didn’t know how to pass the level, he awakened the Mind Reading System. Not only could he read memory, but he could also get rewards! 
 Aoba learned from the memories of those who need to be interrogated that the ninja world was far more dangerous than he imagined, so he decided to grow wretchedly in the Konohagakure Intelligence Division and would never waver before becoming invincible ninja world. 
 Ten years later, the Kyuubi Rampage broke out. 
 Seeing that Kyuubi’s claws were about to smash the Konohagakure Intelligence Division, Aoba had no choice but to make a move. 
 “Kyuubi, you are too strong. You should still be sealed!” 
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 Earth Immortals are cultivated from a blessed land.
 Heaven Immortals move to and from the divine mountains.
 I have a stalk of plum blossom, and I shall plunder the Will of the Heavens with it!
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 Liu Mingyu picked up an apocalyptic world, and from this moment, his world has undergone earth-shaking changes.
 Gold, diamonds, antiques, science and technology resources are here.
 Backed by an apocalyptic world, a super technology group turned out.
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 Glossary: ​​ 
 Shenlong, a creature formed by the condensed energy of heaven and earth. 
 Dragon seal, the dragon-shaped seal transformed by the spirit of the dragon. 
 Qi Bei accidentally found a dragon-shaped stone, and was crushed to pieces by the huge energy in it, and his soul traveled through another world. 
 Unexpectedly, the possessed body was not only extremely weak, but also in a desperate situation. In order to survive, he began to practice an inexplicable article called Shenlong Jue in his mind. 
 Divine Dragon Nine Transformations, each transformation requires a woman with the highest quality yin to reconcile the yang qi in the body, otherwise, the body will produce extreme yang fire, burning the body and soul to ashes 
 As a result, the tragic Qi Bei began to search the world for women who possessed the best Yuan Yin, and tried his best to soak them up. 
 Well, in a nutshell, this is a refreshing essay on chasing beauty and hegemony in a different world. It has plenty of ingredients, sweet and delicious, fat but not greasy, welcome to taste
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 Crowned as the ‘Legendary Horseman of the Polaris’, the gifted player created his own tactics – Herding Calvary Assault Spread – and bested the number one archer in the nation, Bei Mingxue. He was thus praised as the number one knight on the rankings of Skywarp. However, he was pushed aside by bad people, and eventually left the Silverfox club he had served for a long time.
 Will he sink, or will he rise again?
 Coincidentally, Yueheng corporation’s fourth game, ‘Skyroad’, has been officially released. Perhaps—perhaps the world will be shaken into turmoil once again.
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