The Portal of Wonderland - Volume 2, Chapter 465 Little Hints

Our straight (?) bottom woke up ten years into the future and found himself on the bed of his childhood friend… At the start, the bottom was shocked to his very bones, but he soon quickly accepted this premise and found the whole situation to be rather amusing. Precisely then, the bottom once again went back to his timeline — back to when he and the top were just platonic childhood friends.

After getting hit by a car, Nolan thought death would bring him peace. But instead of resting in heaven, he wakes up in a world of gods and power.Reincarnated in the Academy of Heavenly Descendants, Nolan now finds himself surrounded by the heirs of mythological deities—each wielding divine power beyond imagination.But there's a problem: the body he reincarnated into is cursed.Without the ability to cultivate Divine Essence, Nolan is labeled as worthless, an outcast in a world where strength means everything.Just as he’s about to lose hope, a voice echoes in his mind:[Congratulations, Host Has Awakened The God King System!][Initial Bloodline Scan Beginning...][Scan Completed][Host Has Awakened the Power of Kratos, the God of Strength and War!]Equipped with a system that enables him to contract thousands of various mythological bloodlines, Nolan journeys across the limitless planes of existence, searching for the absolute power to achieve his ultimate goal—freedom!A path many have embarked on, but none have succeeded.

When the eldest prince Luo Fei reached 18 years old, the database automatically screened the genes of omegas across the entire empire for matching. The only son of a wealthy businessman, Mo Lin, had a gene match of more than 90% with the eldest prince. However, the moment he saw Mo Lin, Luo Fei learned that this omega is a sick child with paralyzed legs, hemiplegia, and severe mental illness???

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.