Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot - Chapter 592 - 494: Must Win in Horseback Archery

Our straight (?) bottom woke up ten years into the future and found himself on the bed of his childhood friend… At the start, the bottom was shocked to his very bones, but he soon quickly accepted this premise and found the whole situation to be rather amusing. Precisely then, the bottom once again went back to his timeline — back to when he and the top were just platonic childhood friends.

Landmines include but are not limited to: Sweet & naive bottom, a president story, logic is dead, slow-progressing romance, the protagonist’s name has too many character strokes, the names are hard to pronounce, too many gay characters…

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Lynn traversed the multiverse and was reborn as a half-blood devil.Fortunately, he awakened a system that allowed him to...

Masterpieces such as 'The Divine Comedy', 'The Theory of Evolution', 'Encyclopaedia Britannica', 'The Theory of Relativity'...Born in the history of human civilization, possess mysterious and magical powers in another world!Original sin, biological evolution, mastery of all arts...By reading the secret tomes, one can gain a variety of powers!The only trouble for the people of the other world is that they find it difficult to understand the texts from Earth.At this time, there comes a librarian from Earth...

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