Goodnight, Mr. CEO! - Chapter 165

A teenager named Evan Mason was reincarnated into the magical world of Harry Potter and goes to school at Hogwarts!

With only his knowledge of the future and great talent for magic, he takes the path towards the top of the magic world, only to realize that ever step he took, changed everything!

In the town of Last Hope, anyone without an awakened power is treated as less than a person.

At the age of 17, Stanley has lost all hopes of getting any power. However, one day he realizes that he actually has 3 different ones. Although, none of his 3 powers seem to follow the rules that other people's powers abided by.

Has he still not finished awakening his powers, or is this something different? And will this at all help him with getting his revenge against those that were responsible for his mother's death?

Follow Stanley as he uncovers conspiracies, mysteries, and most importantly, the truth about himself in his pursuit of revenge.

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After the nth time of failing a marriage meeting, Xiang Han got himself a job: good treatment, high salary, free world traveling with food provided, house provided and even a ‘lover provided’?!

At first, he thought, apart from having to travel into the body of a scum cannon fodder, a scheming fake white lotus, everything else was okay. It was only later he realized that saving the target was also a problem. His imagination was neverending, even eating a cup of ramen was seen as a way to rouse his ( target’s) interest!

Xiang Han: This target is a no-go.

Certain Target: Very good, you’ve already managed to rouse my interest.

Xiang Han: Go outside and make a left turn to the optometrist, go get your eyes healed! Additionally, this “lover provided” isn’t necessary.

A Certain Target: This is certainly necessary!

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Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.