Fantasy God Level Store Manager Novels & Stories

A magic circle then appears next to him, which then a large, thick metal chain peeking out from it. Magic storage!? With his magic, he controls the chain and tie them on their feet— a total of twenty-eight chains. The Snow Leopard Queen had extra chains on her. “Are you really, really, sure you had amnesia…?” “Well, it just naturally came to me.” He told me, then, he points at Restia and Fenrir’s daughter. “Anyways, little girl and the wolf— stay here.” “HUH…?” “E-Eek…!?”

HE contently smiles accepting the bargain, as she whispers. “Shall we make a deal?” Snapping HIS finger as his smile marks the most disturbing one of all and is yet to see. HIS amusement towards her draws HIS interest and roots favor for her as it laid the facts and first. “Marvelous! But I expect it to be, for I know everything and anything for I am God!” Somehow running in circles as HE is playing for a while in return, he giggles then laughs, before HE once more took the severity of things and commanded.

I whispered to Saxton in annoyance as I sat back down. “This is a big thing for him. In his eyes, you are a God. Apart from the Moon Goddess herself, there is no one else above you. You are the divine power, the ultimate being, the highest ranking Were. And we are Mated, meaning I will stand at the top of the world beside you” Saxton told me proudly. He was reeking of confidence, pride and cockiness. He believed every word he said. There's only one problem, this can’t be right. I'm not a Goddess, I'm not even a real Werewolf. But how could I possibly tell them that now, they wouldn’t believe me. The both of them have dived so deeply into this fantasy world they have created. I could feel the

What kind of madman lived without their phone? She smiled again, the same way someone might when they’re humoring a child. “Like I said, we are very private. We don’t allow our workers to have phones that could sneak pictures of us. If you need to contact someone, we have a telephone you can use.” I sucked in a slow breath. Everything inside me whispered this was not the brightest thing to do. Work here. Until she said— “The pay will be increased based on how diligently you work. And if you can stay and take care of him for up to three months, a bonus of ten thousand dollars will be added to your current salary.”

[Name: Edvans Arshail Age: 17 Level: 21 HP: 480 MP: 3920 Attack: 440 Agility: 720 Defense: 360 Dexterity: 400 Intelligence: 1260 Skills: Magic element manipulation, magical energy manipulation, space-time magic, non-spell magic, sword technique, dual sword technique, telepathy, regeneration, perception, prediction, detection, provocation, identification, intimidation, psychological resistance, poison resistance, curse resistance, appraisal disguise, appraisal blocking, language translation. Titles: Reincarnator, Former Prince of Fostia, The One Blessed By God.] I managed to level up by twenty levels in just one week. It's a satisfactory growth, but it's not enough for me. I need to accelerat

Eden Noldorasga brushed off the splashes of water clinging to the outside of his baggy brown bear hoodie as he grumbled. “Do you see how your grumbling looks like Abyss? Also, magic items are in the store over there.” "Abyss is like me, and don't be mean, I'm not interested in souvenirs." Well, all members of the magic community in this city knew that the charm shop next to "Svartalf Pastries" was a trickster. The shop owner - a demigod guy - would rather flirt with young girls than really focus on magic research (of course, research would not get much better, but at least he tried to do something right?)