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... of anything. It’s just that this guy’s outfit is too blatant and arrogant…. With one look, the word “I’m a pirate” is engraved onto his face!

It must be said that all this is Du Wei’s credit. The design he gave this Captain Jack is completely in accordance with the previous charmingly famous pirate movie. This is especially true with the Red bandana on his head, small chin beard, and dark eye circles……

For such an oddly dressed man to come near the Rowling castle, the pat ...

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Two Worlds at a Time

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Did I just get reincarnated to the old self and the old world? What the hell kind of reincarnation is this? And that too no system? Fine. I guess I will do things this time differently. But wait what is these two white bulbs inside my head that I can even internally see. Is that the system? Nope. It's better than I thought. Follow Aric has he gets access to two different universes, one based on magic and other based on technology. Now he can teleport to two different universes whenever he wishes. Hopping around seems fun!What to expect : * 1000 words per chapter at least with 4 5 chapters per week * No harem* Don't expect MC to be a genocidal maniac but he will be ambitious.

Chapter 890 - 99: Clouds Surge in Fury

Why do I have so many masters?

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Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.