A Monster Who Levels Up - Chapter 94 part2

Strange not only becomes the Sorcerer Supreme after being reborn and possessing that body, but he also forms unexpected bonds with the Avengers, takes part in epic battles, and manipulates time and reality to prevent critical alterations in the timeline. However, despite his power and wisdom, his life is constantly interrupted by duty, leaving him no time to enjoy the youth he longs for.Just when he thinks he has gained complete control, in his sacrifice for the world, he is reincarnated again—this time in the Harry Potter universe, where he is reborn as Stephen Flamel, the adoptive grandson of the legendary Nicolas and Perenelle Flamel. Now, with a second chance to enjoy his childhood, Stephen embarks on a new adventure in a world full of magic.Notice: It contains yuri from a secondary character who shares prominence with the main character in later chapters.And no, it is not NTR. No problem.English version of my main work. On my Patreon I will upload the translations every day until I reach one chapter a day. I will post 5 chapters in advance on patreon. You can also watch the chapters of the Spanish version, and maybe you can use a translator. Remember that the worlds where the story takes place are not mine, they belong to their respective owners, only this story is mine.I'm not very good at English, so I have to use the help of ChatGPT for corrections. Please be patient.

Lin Zhao, transmigrated as the framed son of Zhongliang and was sent by the emperor to a dilapidated temple.

‘Bind the temple management app and become an abbot!’

Clean up the broken futon and turn back to a pilgrim at the foot of the mountain.

Ding dong! Mission accomplished.

Get the bonus: watery Chinese cabbage x1.

Abducted pilgrim: The old man in the family has been sick all the time. When I went to the temple, the abbot gave me a cabbage with water and spirit. After eating it, my old mans health was healed!

Other listeners: What!? That broken temple is so spiritual, let’s go!

Lin Zhao: Don’t crowd, don’t crowd! The Palace of Heavenly Kings will be crushed!

——The emperor who has not yet consolidated his power sent a secret letter:

Aiqing, your life is going well, but I have a headache!

Recently, there have been found few illegitimate children, which is very troublesome.

I have arranged for someone to come to you, I hope you can share my worries for me!

Lin Zhao: …… Shave the prince’s head, it’s not tiring to say it directly.

1. There are magical tables, magical seeds, and magical fertilizers

2. There are many short stories in the unit

3. There will be a bridge to develop the surrounding economy in the back

4. The protagonist is an honest monk on the surface, and secretly attracts talents and transfers funds for the emperor.

5. The work is inspired by a game. (Because it involves propaganda, I can’t say the specific name)

- Description from Novelupdates

Ethan Smith walked down the empty street, cigarette in mouth, shaking his head and forcing a bitter smile. Who could have imagined that after three years of marriage, all that remained was betrayal?

He vowed to make that woman regret what she had done and promised to make everyone who had been good to him live a good life.

Yes, it was Emily Taylor, the woman who had helped him out of the abyss of despair when he hit the lowest point in his lifetime.

“Emily, it's time for me to take care of you.”

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In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.