MTL - COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew - Chapter 987 Great

In a world of swords and magic, where Dragon Knights and Grand Archmages wield powers capable of destroying the heavens and shaking the seas, the legends of their prowess echo throughout the ages.In this world, Sylvus, having crossed over from another realm, opens the Eastern Elixir Shop with a unique system that grants him mastery over ancient elixirs.Within this humble shop, elixirs from the eternal archives of Xianxia are available—each more powerful and mysterious than the last.A Nine-Star Saint Archmage toils away in the shop, working to repay his debt.A Nine-Star Platinum Knight pleads with the shopkeeper, desperately hoping to buy just one elixir.Even God Mages and Divine Knights engage in fierce battles just to secure the coveted Nine-Transformation Golden Elixir before others.

Wu Qun lost his memory, and every time he woke up, there was a baby next to him. There is nothing wrong with multiple babies, but all kinds of white lotus, green tea and white moonlight also come to join in the fun, which makes him very uncomfortable.
He always couldn’t help but want to twist them, step on them, soak them in a bubble, and then make some benefits for the cubs by the way. Then I accidentally earned a peace and happiness for the cubs!

Content tags: Travel through time and space, fast through, through the book, counterattack
Search keywords: Protagonist: Wu Qun ┃ Supporting role: Open on November 1st, “Quick-Crossing Male Supporting No Spare Tire” has no CP, please accept ┃ Others: Pre-receive “Quick-Crossing: Unarmed CP” without CP, please pre-receive

One-sentence introduction: Cannon fodder, his father and his cub

Concept: Children need love and patience to water

- Description from novelbuddy

Since I regressed, I decided not to hide my abilities.“Hypnosis, huh? That’s amazing! Hypnotize me too!”“How about me, instead of that sly fox? If you join our clan… you, you can hypnotize me!”…Maybe I exposed it too much.

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?