Yiweimi

This is a century glittering with the brilliance of human civilization, a world where steam engines, magic, and demi-humans coexist, a chapter of complaints committed due to exploration.
'Red Dragon Queen rises first, annihilating all human affairs with her wrathful flames.'
'The mysterious child of the sea will raise great waves to erase the sins of humanity.'
'The god of the skies will leave no refuge for the remnants, nowhere to belong.'
'The immortal witch composes epitaphs for them with her magic.'
'And I, will write a new chapter for this world'
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Years later, Fisher, who has received the apocalyptic prophecy and the miraculous tool called the Demi-Human Girls' Completion Manual, wishes to be recognized as a pioneer in demi-human academia, a savior of human civilization, a dove of peace, and a messiah.
Instead of being the person who is torn apart with the firewood knife, and the savior divided into pieces.

Demi-human Girls Completion Manual

"We are from the Third Street Centipede Party," he warned. "Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong. This is between us and that woman; if you yap any more, I'll..."


Before he could finish, Fisher raised his left hand and delivered a fierce smack to his face. The enormous force spread from his face to his body, spinning him midair before he crashed to the ground, several teeth escaping the confines of his gums and flying far with the blood. He lay sprawled on the ground, seeing stars and hearing ringing in his ears, still not realizing what had happened.


The young toughs behind him turned pale as they looked towards Fisher with a slight chill in his demeanor, clearly frightened.


Fisher had seen it all before; these young kids were not really gang members. He had come to recognize the gangs of Nali when he assisted the police with cases at the station.


These kids didn't understand anything; they were just clumsily adopting the survival ways of the gangs, given their youth.


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