Cosmic Editor - Chapter 46: "Our Turn"

After 2000 years has passed, the ruthless demon lord has just been reincarnated! But his aptitude at an academy for nurturing candidates for demon lords is, “Inept”!?

My name is Mikami Yuu, and I am a first-year student at the Soul Society, Shino Academy of Spiritual Art.

I have a friend who will be a little famous in the soul world in the future. His name is Aizen? Jiayishu?br />Different from this friend who has great ambitions and lofty ideals, my goal is very simple. Through hard work and diligence, I will graduate Later, he became the chairman of the thirteenth team of Goutei, and has since become a warrior class, living a life of lying down and sucking blood.

Until one day, a thing called “Cultivation Binding System” suddenly appeared.

Whenever Aizen improves his strength, my strength will be automatically synchronized to the same level as Aizen.

Then, what to do in the future is very clear.

“? Jiayi? You have to work hard. As long as you work hard enough, I can live the life I want!”

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Having a rough life growing up, Wang Tong had numerous dreams of living a better life. However, his alcoholic foster father sells him off as a space settler of the distant planet Norton for some pocket change. Soon after his arrival, the Zergs overran the planet and obliterated its defenses in a matter of minutes. What awaited Tong on Norton was more than just an unbearable environment – its gravity alone was five-times stronger than earth – there were also swarms of bugs, constant hunger, thirst, and desolation.

While he lives a year of total carnage and survival, humanity’s Confederation eventually overcomes the Zergs on Norton and the powerful survivor Wang Tong is given a recommendation to a once famous, but now dying military academy where he begins his life anew.

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”