Post-Mythical Era: I don't want to die in the third reincarnation - Chapter 2 - 1 Gene Spiritual Root

Luke was reading a novel and after reading it, he fell asleep.When he woke up he was not in his bed.He was somewhere else.This was a world full of magic.He finds himself transmigrated into the novel he was reading.He was in the body of the Skywing Wolf, a powerful commander-level demon attacking Silvercrest City.Luke didn't mind being human or demon.Being a demon might even be better; after all, demons were powerful in this world.But becoming the Skywing Wolf who had already invaded Silvercrest City? That was not good.The Skywing Wolf was a villain in the novel, who was going to die at the hands of the protagonist.He had one year time to get stronger, otherwise he will die at the hands of the protagonist.He was losing hope.That's when the system arrived.[Ding! Perfect host detected.][Do you want to accept binding?]“Yes, accept!” Luke stood up, excited.The heavens hadn't forgotten him after all.[System binding…][Binding successful!][Congratulations, host! You have obtained the Pregnancy System.][Impregnate Women, Have Children, obtain rewards and create the strongest Family]“Forming bonds and nurturing the next generation to become stronger—who wouldn't like that?” he thought with a smile.Especially in a magical world; if you work hard enough, building the strongest empire is within reach.[You have a newbie gift pack. Do you want to open it?]“Open it,” Luke said without hesitation.[Opening newbie gift pack…][Congratulations! You have obtained a Transformation Pill and a double purity blessing for all attributes.]Note: This novel doesnot contain NTR, YURI scenes. The MC goal is to create the strongest family.

In the second year of marriage, Yvette Thiel was pregnant.Yvette was full of joy, but she got a divorce agreement.In a car accident, Yvette lay in a pool of blood and begged Lance Wolseley to save their child, but Lance left with his sweetheart in his arms.Yvette was disheartened and slowly closed her eyes.Later, it was heard that Lance from New York had a taboo name, and no one could mention it.At the wedding, Lance suddenly went crazy. He knelt on the ground and looked at the cruel woman with red eyes. “You are pregnant with my child. Who do you want to marry?”

She, Xue Fanxin, a famous medical genius in the 21st century, had transmigrated into the body of the dumb daughter of the Grand Duke.

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.