Beast Taming: I Can Evolve Indefinitely - Chapter 144 - 143: How Could There Be a Dog Sled

The Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor, Su Han, had once governed the holy realm and held sway for a whole century as the most powerful man of the entire galaxy!However, after his death from berserk Qi deviation due to merging different cultivation levels, his men mutinied, his lover fell into a deep sleep, and his best friend became a fugitive!Now, after being reincarnated, Su Han will surely make a comeback and turn things around, killing everyone that had once betrayed him!!!

Jack died an embarrassing death and was reborn as Tony Stark in the Marvel Multiverse. He found out that the reality he was reborn in was a mixture of The Marvel Ultimates, other Comics, and a little bit of MCU, which wasn't good news for him. Too many enemies and unknowns. No way of knowing which event will happen when. No way of knowing who is good or who is bad.Thus begins Jack/Tony's journey of survival. He will do anything to survive and achieve his goals, no matter the cost.---Before you ask> No, this isn't a part of any previous series. This is a new ff.---MC isn't a saint. He'll do anything for survival. And MC won't be OP in battle from the start. He'll struggle and learn from failures and improve, for the first part. And this is a technological advance world. Finally, DON'T COMPARE REAL LIFE TO A FANFIC AND THEN ARGUE.---[The cover picture is AI-generated.][I don't own DC or Marvel except for my own OC][Harem? >Yes.]----Support Link:-https://www.patreon.com/XcaliburXc [15-17 advance chapters]----------

To correct the mistakes of his past, a young man is forced to narrow the space between science and witchcraft, as he ventures on a quest to save his world from complete destruction.

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.