MTL - I Made Scientific Magic - Chapter 390 The method of manipulating uranium element and the magic of nuclear explosion

Rick hardly had any hope to find a girlfriend. There were swarms of beautiful women around him, but no one was actually interested in a dull, boy like him. They didn't even pay attention to his existence.

But everything changed when he was handed over a rod. Yes, a metal rod. Carrying that metal rod he had hardly taken a few steps when he was struck by lightening.

As he lost consciousness, Rick wanted to beat the shit out of bloody bastard who gave him that rod, but when he woke up, he had a surprise waiting. He got a system which would help him get girls and make him stronger.

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Reborn Holy Soul Village, nicknamed Aman, the eighteenth generation of ancestors innate soul power zero, awakened third-level green hatchet, no soul ring, no soul skills, fights rely on flat cuts, if you feel uncomfortable, come and cut me.

Also known as “I was born a commoner, a rich family daughter fell in love with me” “This person clearly wastes martial arts…

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Syd Castell found himself transported to the Marvel universe, turning into a mutant held in a research facility. He was somewhat panicked...Luckily, at a critical moment, he awakened his mutant ability: 'Imitation,' allowing him to mimic the abilities of others!Imitation Targets:- Orochi (Titles: Sun God, Earth's Will)- Wanda (Titles: Scarlet Witch, Owner of Chaos Magic)...Imitation Target → Sun God……Professor X: “We must find him quickly and guide him in controlling his powers to prevent an irreversible catastrophe!”Magneto: “Are you my child???”Thor: “Brother?”Loki: “?”[This is face-slapping kind of fanfic, where the mc goes around gets stronger and slap the sh*t out of his enemies, and so on][Raw: 美漫从五级变种人开始]

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”