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Nai Wa: My Sunqu magic tastes like vomit (And there's no more rum)

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Arthur, a man of no more than 30 years old, with a worn-out soul and an indolent spirit, is forced to change when the cruelest fate knocks on his door; his father's corpse and the misery of society weigh on him like a burden without respite. In a world where morality and values ​​​​fight to maintain the farce of a sapiens society, Arthur awakens his sunqu magic, an organ capable of controlling the energy that destroyed that world and simultaneously saved it, an energy that condenses not only physical power, but also political and economic power. In such a chaotic world, Arthur finds himself… Forget boring prose! Arthur is a mental child, and energy is just ultra-condensed magic, I think, or I don't know, honestly, I'm the /./ Now Arthur's power is strange: changing reality and at the same time, not being able to because the little boy can't handle so much power. I mean, why do you have the power if you can't use it? Nothing matters, and his way of speaking is so... I am Arthur, a man with two doctorates in melancholy and cheap poetry. We're in a book from some publishing house over 100 years old. Spoiler: Arthur is crazy, don't pay attention to him. *Spoiler 2, this one's mine, author* Honestly, I don't know how to write, so don't expect anything amazing. I also don't know English, so don't expect anything amazing again. And don't use periods. – Sorry again. Well, I don't know anything, just give it a chance. I don't know, maybe 10 chapters. I try to change the reading pace every now and then, so it'll probably be weird, but at least it'll pass the time. I already have the ending and the plot twists in mind, so I'm not writing as I go along most of the time, but the ending is already defined from chapters 1 and 2, so at least it'll be long.
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