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... new about it, making him look dull.

Gallo's hair was messy, and he still couldn't break away from the nightmare a few months ago. When he met a student at school, he felt the other person looked at himself with a mockery.

He couldn't stand it and had to move outside the school.

"Why, why can't I beat one by one? I obviously work very hard. I only spend five minutes a day playing, and the other time is used for cultivation. Why, even the three class guys can't beat it!"

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The Laws of Cultivation: Qi = MC^2

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What happens when you realise that in a world of pill popping murderhobo young masters, the true path to cultivation is by making a whole lot of drugs?Let's find out.What to expect?- A lot of spirit animals and pokemon references about them!- Grenades! Nukes! EXPLOSIONS!- Life and Death cultivation stuff- Alchemy Drugs- Far too many memes

Chapter 912: Result of the Match

Isekai Nonbiri Nouka

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After his struggle against disease for a decade, the main character dies. However, he revives and became younger in a different world.

The main support of the main character’s heart during his battle against the disease is a TV program about leisure farming.

In his second life in a different world, he’s going to try farming.

Common things like different world transition and domestic affairs?

This will have no big climax.

This is going to be frantic.

Chapter 118: Wedding Night (?) (12) ✦

The Response to my Drunken Proposal was Surprisingly Good

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Despite gifted with extraordinary talent, I resented my life being cut short.One day, fueled by alcohol, I penned a proposal letter to a princess, hoping to alter my fate.[Sure. I’d love to marry you.]…What? She’s accepting?The problem is, I proposed to all five tyrant princesses.And to make matters worse, I have no clue which one responded.