A statement about the completion

The conflict in the Holy City is the end of the story of the all-purpose mage Mo Fan. The full-time mage text that has been with you for four and six months is about to come to an end. In the next few days, I will write some chapters, some about Mo Fan, and some that I think are more interesting in the world of full-time mage.

I know everyone will definitely say that there are still many big holes that have not been filled in the Emperor of the Extreme South and the Demon God of Cold Moon Eyes, but the Versatile Mage itself is more like the biography of Mo Fan. There are so many characters and so many stories in the world of the Versatile Mage. , so many evolutions, this world itself is a complete and real one in my heart. It will not disappear with the end of Mo Fan’s biography. There will also be many events that are not necessarily resolved by Mo Fan. Just like the Sahara Emperor will desert the entire European continent in 70 years, Europe is facing a crisis more terrifying than the Kraken. Sand dunes stand tall in the bustling urban high-rises... By then, the gray-haired Grandpa Mo Fan will definitely not be able to help him. It will end with a certain powerful person in the next century, and whether the magical civilization seventy years later will be changed because of Mo Fan's dispute in the Holy City is also unknown...

This story is inherently infinite, and it will never be finished even if it is written. I understand that everyone wants me to keep writing, but there is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever. Mo Fan's story has almost been written.

In the next few days, I will update some content, write about the ending of the battle in the Holy City, write about Mo Fan’s small life, and also write about the small lives of everyone else.

Let me tell you that the full-time mage is coming to an end.

Thank you all for your company.

There’s no one who doesn’t know who the author is after reading this.

I am the author of the book "Chaos".

When everyone is happy, they call me Uncle Luan.

When everyone is calm, they call me Luan Fat.

When everyone is angry, they are like rascals. This B author is such a bastard...

When I was in junior high school, I often lay on my desk with my eyes full of boredom, looking at the flagpole outside the window, looking at the mountains and forests not far away, looking at the sky, and imagining a world where I was not learning science but learning magic.

When I grew up, I wrote it out, and that was the initial inspiration for my full-time mage.

Thank you all again for spending four and a half years with me in this daydream.

Just now that I have finished writing, I suddenly feel reluctant to leave, and suddenly feel emotional...

It seems that many people and pictures are still in my mind, like real people, like I have experienced it...