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I became a wizard of the Illusion Magic School and decided to create a virtual reality with illusion magic to play a tabletop role-playing game (TRPG).It was great to create a virtual reality, but I was in trouble because there were no suitable players. During that time, I received an offer to be the professor from the Royal Academy.The offer was to use illusion magic to fill the students’ lack of practical experience safely. And so, I became a professor at the academy.“Send me back, send me back to that world right now-!”“Outer god, someday an outer god will be our doom, we’ll all die!!”“I am not the bastard of the Redburn Ducal Family. I am the foremost disciple of the Great Namgung Clan, Namgung Qinghui!”But it seems there is a bit of a misunderstanding.This isn’t a spell for dimensional travel, kids. It’s fiction…

MTL - Wear To the High School Days of Iceberg OChapter 100
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Jiang Shuyi is done.
Dahuo A cried uncontrollably, and threatened to hate his Omega advisor Wen Yao to death.
In order to relieve his worries, Jiang Shuyi got so drunk that he opened his eyes and went back to 18 years ago!
After Jiang Shuyi transmigrated into the second-generation ancestor who was a professor in high school, 18-year-old Wen Yao fell into Jiang Shuyi’s arms.
At this moment, Wen Yao just differentiated into Omega
Rose-flavored pheromones filled the entire space.
Jiang Shuyi panicked: It’s impossible for me to tag her…
Afterwards, Jiang Shuyi knelt down in front of Wen Yao in shame.
“Teacher, Wen Yao, I will take responsibility for you!”
“No need.”
Wen Yao turned around in a distant manner, and disappeared from her field of vision neatly.
Jiang Shuyi: This woman is really indifferent.
But later, Jiang Shuyi discovered:
When Wen Yao is in heat, he always likes to hug her and not let go.
Wen Yao would secretly hide her clothes and sleep with her at night.
Wen Yao only has her phone number in her phone.
Jiang Shuyi: Huh? I have reasonable doubts…
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Jiang Shuyi, the second ancestor of Chengbei High School, has not been quite right recently.
He stopped fighting, climbed over walls, and skipped classes, and his grades jumped to the second place in his grade.
And tons of Omegas confessing to her.
When the school beauty Jiang Shuyi once chased confessed to her, everyone thought it was safe.
As a result, that night, someone saw Wen Yao, the first in the third grade, in the laboratory, pushing her down on the table.
“Jiang Shuyi, do you want to accept that Omega?” Wen Yao asked coldly.
But the mechanical pencil in her hand was on Alpha’s carotid artery.
Jiang Shuyi immediately sat up and kissed the tears streaming down Wen Yao’s face. Frightened, she moved her neck away.
“Teacher, professor! I only have you!”
“What did you call me?”
“Baby!” Jiang Shuyi hurriedly changed his words nervously, “Baby! I only have you!”

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MTL - I Am the Most Ruthless and Scumbag In This WorldChapter 50 Presence like a treasure
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Who has been harmed by all kinds of superlatives and scum?
But these people climbed faster and higher than anyone else.

Lu Anran just wanted to let these people know what a mountain is higher than a mountain.
Let them know what is real scum, superb and ruthless.

Scumbags: Oh, I’m the best at bullying the small and bullying others with power.
Lu Anran: Sorry, you are not as ruthless as I am in terms of tactics, you are not as important as me in terms of scheming, and in terms of status and strength, you are not as strong as the person standing behind me, tsk tsk tsk, no wonder you are being abused by me.
Scumbags:  …please forgive me.
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Attack: Do you like me?
Lu Anran: I like it, I like you the most in my life!
Attack: What about the next life!
Lu Anran: I will miss you deeply in the next life!
Gong: Don’t let me find it in the next life, or I will…
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THE DEATH KNELLChapter 67: War of God’s and Shadows
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