Dungeon King: My Goblins Have Captured Countless Female Players - Chapter 470 -468-Collaboration of Two Ethans

Cote: There is Something Wrong With HikigayaBy: XiaokoPatient Profile:Patient: Hikigaya Hachiman, Year 1 Class D, Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High SchoolDiagnosis: Adolescence SyndromeCondition Overview: The patient claims to have woken up in a parallel world, where both his physical age and relationships have drastically changed!Yukinoshita Haruno is now his classmate.Shizuka-sensei is somehow teaching at Sobu Middle School...And before he knows it, he ends up in a prestigious school with a 100% graduation and employment rate, stepping onto a fate that even destiny itself cannot predict!

Throughout heaven and earth, I alone am powerful

A path of survival, intertwined with the doctrine of both Immortal and Martial Arts, every punch strikes true.In the chaotic world of Martial Arts, power reigns supreme. To survive, Chen Yi exhausted all of his family savings on learning martial arts, only to startlingly discover that the Broken Jade in his mind was also accumulating energy, enabling him to possess the ability to cross into the Immortal Cultivation World.The moment he crossed over, merely inhaling the spiritual energy accelerated his martial arts progression at an astonishing rate.Not to mention the dazzling array of martial methods, pill talismans, arrays, and various cultivation oddities inside, all of them significantly boosted his strength!Since then, Chen Yi, who held sway over two worlds, began his days of striving for upgrades and growth, unknowingly becoming a top-tier existence in both worlds.And later, he found even more astonishingly, that there was such a mysterious connection between these two worlds.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.