Mysterious Revival - Chapter 933 - 900: The Letter that Drifted Down

In the waves of steam and machinery, who could achieve extraordinary? In the fogs of history and darkness, who was whispering? I woke up from the realm of mysteries and opened my eyes to the world.

WARNING! MATURE CONTENT!

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How do you celebrate Valentine’s Day?

Maybe you will answer that you are going to confess your feelings to someone while saying: “Be my valentine?”

It was a common thing, but Bai Chen had another idea for celebrating Valentine’s Day. He already had a girlfriend who was beautiful, intelligent, and kind, but on Valentine’s Day, he wanted to make his girlfriend his valentine in a different way.

Having lived for more than two decades but still a virgin, Bai Chen wanted to end his virginity today as a way to make his girlfriend his valentine.

He was very enthusiastic about it, but who would have thought that his heart wasn’t strong enough to stand his enthusiasm until he finally got a heart attack when he was only one step away from making his girlfriend his valentine?

And what was even worse, not only did Bai Chen fail to make his girlfriend his valentine, but he was also transmigrated to a world completely different from his world.

He transmigrated into another world and became a Werewolf Prince, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, he became a gay Werewolf Prince.

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“How can I be gay? I’m as straight as a metal pipe, and I will only break but never bend!”

“Are you sure about that? But metals are ductile and malleable, and they can be shaped, bent, or manipulated without breaking.”

She died in her prime as the Queen of Song.

After being reincarnated, she becomes a simple trainee.

Losing her former glory? It doesn’t matter—no one can compete with her voice as a beautiful singer.

Mocked by her lowly birth? It doesn’t matter—her true identity is enough to make the whole world tremble.

She owes huge debts? It doesn’t matter…

A powerful boss once whispered to her, “Your debt will disappear if you become my woman.”

But the proud her would reply, “I’m sorry. I would sell my art, but not myself.”

Paju, the city of hope, peace and madness.And the tale of a mage trapped in a bizarre world.“In his house at R’lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.”