I Have a Treasure Trove - Chapter 12: profit of the day

Harry was just an ordinary young man—until he stumbled upon a hidden world where the strong reign supreme, and Cultivation is the way to power.But fate had greater plans for him. Granted a God-tier system, he soon discovers a terrifying truth—his path to power lies in slaying beasts.[Congratulations, you have slain the Deathless Dragon.][You have reached Elemental master Realm][Congratulations, you have slain the Lion Emperor.][you have reached celestial sage realm.]While others were busy cultivating for years to level up.Harry was killing beasts.“You beasts are nothing but free exp”With each kill, his Cultivation increase, his abilities evolve.But Humans are not the only race in the vast universe, Earthlings got in fight with Dakis that gets strong by eating humans.Will Harry lead the Humans to victory or will get devoured by a daki.

Reborn into something new and in a new world, Morgana found herself with no memories about her past. She lost them when a powerful entity took pity on her and offered her the chance to be reborn in her own primitive world.A letter left by her past self told her about... well, nothing really. The old Morgana was glad when she learned that she would lose her memory due to being reborn as part of this deal. She accepted without hesitation, especially after the powerful entity explained everything in detail.“WHAT!” Morgana exclaimed, reading the letter. “We’re both BIG perverts! And what do you mean by spreading my legs and pushing out many babies?”“EXPLAIN!”Reborn with stunning silver hair, crimson eyes, and a Futa, Morgana now belonged to a new race called Breeder.Follow the journey of Morgana as she tries to survive in this primitive world, with a LOT of Breeding.…[Warning: This story contains heavy R-18 sexual content, including pregnancy, futanari, Incest, breeding, and more. Read at your own risk.]

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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