Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics - Chapter 4753 - 3826: The School Doctor’s "Daily Routine" (4)

What if Magic has always existed ever since the beginning of the Earth we are living on, but history has been written in order to hide these facts. What if the prosperous and well-known people in history is actually a mage?

Enter a magic academy, rule your country. Be at the pinnacle of life! Join me in the journey of Emery and the others in the world of Knights and Magic as he becomes the Earth's Greatest Magus.

War correspondent Chen Xuan accidentally traverses to a Martial Arts World,becoming a hunter.In his home, besides him, there are two women, the beautiful sister-in-law Su Wanqiu and her pure sister Su Yun.Under the matchmaking of Wanqiu, Chen Xuan marries the pure Su Yun.Unexpectedly,after the wedding night,a strange piece of information suddenly appears.Chen Xuan:.....His expression is somewhat peculiar!Why does this system seem somewhat improper!So....with the improper system, and the improper him, they push through the Martial Dao, and reach her!

Being reincarnated in a cultivation world, Han Jue realizes that he can live his life like a video game. He can reroll his cultivation potential and connate providence.

The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.