My bathroom connects to another world - Chapter 114: The Hand of the Mage

The weather became extremely hot, and Xiao Yueling, whose parents died unexpectedly, got a space to trigger a sense of crisis, and decided to go back to his hometown to accompany his grandfather to face life and death together.

From the red land to the frozen world, people are caught off guard.

Viruses devour lives, and human beings are helpless in the face of disasters.

Survival is becoming more and more difficult, and many people will do whatever it takes to survive.

Meeting Li Kun by chance, the man said: “Little girl, I will protect you forever, okay?”

“Eat my family’s food, I have to take care of it!”

Xiao Yueling raised the machete in his hand, faced the black devil calmly, and said amazing words, who knew…

“The deal is all up to you!”

The machete in Xiao Yueling’s hand was almost scared off, what the hell did she accept!

Do you have to manage food and people?

- Description from novelbuddy

Zhao Feng works hard to prove himself better than peers in the Martial Arts Training Ground, but just when he's about to give up, a mysterious black, marble-like, object fuses with his left eye, granting him the powers of the ancient gods.With his newfound powers, Zhao Feng embarks on the journey toward becoming the greatest martial artist of all time.

A high school student that has lived as a mob-character ―― Mimori Touka

In a realm where even the faintest shadows whisper untold tales, I came to realize that the forgotten often hold the most powerful narratives.As an avid admirer of the world's most beloved series, I never imagined that one night's rest would pull me into its very fabric.“Why on earth am I stuck in this world? And why, of all people, am I him?”I had become Arthur Nightingale—Class A’s most unremarkable student. A magic swordsman barely worthy of mention, ranked 8th among the first-years. A mere footnote in the grand story.Still, with this body’s abilities and my own insider knowledge, I figured I could carve out a peaceful life. Or so I believed.“This was the only way,” the voice repeated, resolute. “The only way to stop her.”Little did I know how truly unique Arthur Nightingale was—or the path this journey would force me to take...