Mei Gongqing - Chapter 31: Courtship?

Yan Sagawa is the top academic master in the world of Conan, known as a national treasure talent.

No one knows that he is actually a time traveler, carrying the most powerful Xueba system.

But he also has troubles recently, and he has awakened a second system — the Great Onmyoji system.

Whether to believe in science and become the father of all mankind or believe in theology to become the god who controls reincarnation, this is a question

. . .

After thinking for a long time, he decided that he wanted them all!

Conan: This is impossible murder! Is there really a ghost?

Sagawa Yan looked at the shikigami flying in the sky and smiled without saying a word.

Kidd: What kind of magic is this, how could you hide it from my eyes.

Sagawa said: This is science, you scumbag

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It began with an accident, or maybe a miracle is a better term. Three souls dying by different strokes. One died in glory and blood; One died, betrayed but glad it was over; One died poor and alone. Then on the child’s fifth birthday, the three sleeping souls awakened. Three souls, one body, two desires, and containing all the powers each had in their last life. Were they destined for greatness? No. But when the past comes to haunt them, their home taken away, they have to make a decision… May it be as simple as a majority vote.“Let’s squash them!”“...can we just run away?“Were you never taught to aim for the eyes?”

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.They were both the creators and the enders of stories.Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.“Step over my corpse and go on,” he said.