Dictator From Outer Space - Chapter 59: The Birth of the United Human Federation

Mythical Abode Mountain, Cloud’s End Cliff, the most dangerous of Azure Cloud Continent’s four deadly areas. Cloud’s End Cliff’s base is known as the Grim Reaper’s Cemetery.

Cyril was a Harry Potter book fan. He unexpectedly obtained a chatterbox system that said it would take him to experience the desired Wizarding World.

He rubbed his hands together gleefully. Was there such a good thing?

However, once the system was finished, he found that this Wizarding World didn’t seem quite right?

Cyril (eyes shaking: Forest monster? Brass steam train? Gloomy wizard’s tower? Wizarding academy of the fittest? This wasn’t right!

System (forcing itself to be calm): Magic creatures! The appearance doesn’t matter! The architecture isn’t the key! It is still a wizarding academy! There isn’t anything wrong with it! Not bad, not bad!

Cyril struggled to make it through the Blackheart Wizard Academy. Fortunately, there was the gentle and courteous chief gentleman to cling to. This was until he found that the handsome chief seemed to be plotting against him…

My god! This seemed to the other identity of the crazy great magician and necromancer?

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According to legends, the dark, paranoid, crazy and perverted great necromancer rubbed the white and delicate neck of the beautiful young man in his arms and whispered, “My dear, I heard that you have been very close to the commander of the Holy Light Knights recently?

Cyril denied it three consecutive times with an innocent face, “I’m not! I didn’t! Who is talking nonsense?”

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Lacking a pocket dimension, lacking a power, lacking a thigh to hug onto and the three life advantages (money, power, and looks), he had been cautiously living in the apocalypse for ten years, getting closer to falling inside the zombie’s mouths. But unexpectedly, he had the terrible luck, to be caught in a fight between two gangs and die, it really left people feeling disappointed.

But when he opened his eyes, he had returned to a decade ago, three months before the apocalypse!

Like before he still lacked an ability, an ordinary person without a pocket dimension, but he did have ten full years of experience living in the apocalypse! Even if he didn’t fight zombies, didn’t hunt monsters, he could still live a carefree farming life in the safe zone.

Find a safe house, utilise all kinds of skills from his previous life to farm in exchange for meat, and if possible, find a person to peacefully spend the rest of his life with; ordinary people had their own ordinary little pieces of happiness.

Originally believing he had picked up a beauty he returned home to prepare a golden house, but on the contrary he was the one being pushed down……someone once said, whether it is people or matters, by no means can you only look at the surface!

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Lu Jun, while traveling in Bashu, casually purchased a White Tiger pendant, only to discover it was connected to the White Tiger Totem. This unexpected event forced him to traverse into the world of Versatile Mage, a parallel universe to Blue Star. In this realm, magic flourishes, and monsters run rampant. (The story is designed to be understood without prior knowledge of the original novel, with the setting gradually unfolding.)Through the fusion of dual origins, Lu Jun awakens an innate dual-element talent and gains mastery over the never-before-seen Metal element.In the face of monstrous invasions, humanity's precarious survival, and constant infighting, Lu Jun stands atop the Sacred City and declares resolutely:“I am the King of the World. Who approves? Who opposes?”“Even if I must bear the Abyss of Calamity and hold up the Sacred City single-handedly, I, Lu Jun, remain invincible in this world!”“Sword, come!”With a single strike, the seven Archangels are nailed to the city walls, a sight that shocks all. The bodies of seven Red Cardinals pave a road of blood and boneDisclaimer: I don't own Versatile Mage or the Fan fiction i am just Translating