Living leisurely in Tang Dynasty - Chapter 110:

Before leaving he lay on the hospital bed, with a faint light flashing in his eyes. He looked at the man on the screen with a cold expression but a sad look in his eyes. He laughed in a hoarse voice and said, “I’ve gone, and I’ve taken away the emotion imposed on you. After that… You’re free.”

Then, he closed his eyes, leaving a radiant legend for generations after.

However, he did not know that at the moment his hand dropped, the man who had been programmed by him for a lifetime looked stunned, and then like a madman wanted to break out.

However, the virtual him could only stand at the opposite end of the screen, collapsing as he roared….

After waking up, Bai Ruogu found himself reborn, he became an unimpressive third-rate star in the interstellar future.

He was going to live a day at a time until he turned on his smart bracelet and asked his system, “What’s your name?”

“Ah Miao.” The familiar voice made him pause.

“Which Miao?”

“Miao of Muse.” A mechanical, cold voice came from the bracelet.

(T/N: Muse in Chinese is written as: 缪斯 and Miao is the character: 缪)

Bai Ruogu froze: “Su Miao?”

The bracelet flickered and emitted a flash of light for a moment, and the entire interstellar’s artificial intelligence all collapsed……

……

The reborn Bai Ruogu seemed as though he had cheats turned on.

Faced with black material –

Other stars: Forget it, put up with it.

Bai Ruogu: Before he could say anything, his boyfriend had already followed the net to find the rumor monger and hunted down the evidence to send a lawyer’s letter.

Faced with a black fan siege –

Other stars: Collapse overwhelmed.

Bai Ruogu: His boyfriend opened millions of accounts to go against the black powder online. He tore them apart for three days and three nights until they fell to the ground and frothed on the spot.

Faced with fan CP –

Other stars: see if the other party is popular. If they’re trending, it’s OK. If not, it’s better

to say goodbye.

Bai Ruogu: Sorry, this message simply cannot be sent at all.

Other stars: ……

Little theatre.

Friend: My old attack may be in kindergarten.

Young master: My old attack is 100,000 light years away.

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A young boy dies a tragic death and is granted 3 wishes. He chooses to be reborn in MHA with the Telekinesis as his quirk and the potential to achieve Absolute Mastery and Power over his ability.The MC will be overpowered and there will be some dark elements. The novel will be quite realistic in the context of the MHA world. The MC will be cruel to his enemies and kind to those he cares about. There will be romance and potential for a harem of about 3, but not more than 5.I plan to continue with this hopefully until the end of MHA canon.I aim to upload chapters of about 2k words, and I hope people enjoy this fanfic. I'm open to any suggestions and criticism on how I could improve, but please no hate for no reason.The first few chapters are quite dark, but it gets better after that, so please stick around till then.MHA and any of the characters in it do not belong to me.I will try to release a bonus chapter every 1,000 powerstones. Although, it depends on if I have chapters ready.

The protagonist is reborn in the late Roman Republic and becomes a gladiator under Spartacus. How will he escape the tragic fate of being crucified, and how will he survive in the Mediterranean ruled by Rome? Stay tuned!

“Rome must fall! As long as it exists, we cannot escape our fate of death!” — Maximus

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.