Playing With Other Supernaturals - Chapter 801 Clear Mind

(No Female MC + Ruthless + Infinite Style + MC is not a saint)“Are you tired of mediocrity? Do you crave power?If you want to break free from the ordinary and possess power that surpasses all beings, then join this game.”Ye Shuangluo was chosen by a mysterious game to become a reserve player. As a player, he must face opponents from other parallel dimensions and multiverses. Fortunately, Ye Shuangluo awakened his unique talent: “Achievements Master”. By accomplishing a series of achievements, he can obtain countless powerful skills and attributes.When the cross-server war begins, foreign players traverse the spacetime gate to his star. Ye Shuangluo stands above the sea of stars and strikes with a single slash. The unparalleled blade aura instantly annihilates all invading enemies. Facing the countless terrified enemies on the other side of the spacetime gate, Ye Shuangluo sighs and says leisurely:“I really just wanted to quietly rack up achievements, why did you have to force my hand?”

BLURB> He was reborn by mistake. Raised with purpose. Loved by a god. Worshipped by monsters. And the galaxy doesn’t stand a fucking chance.Irvine’s soul took one wrong turn through the wheel of karma and woke up in a body grown by an intergalactic hivemind goddess with boundary issues and galaxy-sized ambition. Now he’s the golden child of a psychic swarm that feeds on control and burns whole worlds for affection.With Crystal at the helm, warriors like Kimchi, relic-weapons like Kiya, and a council of psionic horrors eager to call him king, Irvine must choose what kind of god he wants to be.Because when a hivemind learns to love......it doesn’t know when to stop.The universe will kneel—or get devoured trying.SYNOPSISIrvine didn’t ask to be reincarnated, but the cosmos had other plans. And it didn’t hand him a cheat code or a clean slate—just one random boon, selected by an uncaring divine roulette wheel.Good karma? Bad karma? Balanced as all fuck.Now he's reborn in the body of a psionically tuned alien hybrid, raised from psychic infancy by Crystal, the hivemind queen of a race so advanced they’ve abandoned individuality for shared omniscience. All except her baby boy.Irvine is the singularity inside the swarm, the first soul allowed to think, dream, and desire independently. Trained by warriors like Kimchi, advised by bio-symbiotes like Kiya, loved ferociously by hive sisters like Diane, and shadowed by powers ancient and unnamed, Irvine is both weapon and wielder, saint and sacrifice.But empires don’t run on hugs and handjobs. As Crystal expands her dominion—across star systems and sentient nebulae—Irvine must lead the charge through blood, fire, and psionic flame.His soul is still human. His body? Engineered for extinction. His heart? Not entirely his anymore.

After the college entrance examination, Zheng Qing did not go to the long-awaited Imperial Capital University. Instead, carrying his luggage and holding a fox, he followed a notice and broke into a strange university.

There are no mathematics, English, or ideological politics, but the philosophy of divination, astronomy, and magic.

The extracurricular activity here is the hunting of monsters, and the hobbies here are all sorts of strange.

Rafting to learn the sea, climbing the mountain of books.

This dazed young man stumbled and started his career as a wizard.

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Han Yun was spoiled from childhood.

He survived past his emperor dad and crown prince elder brother, and became an emperor.

He didn’t know how to govern the country, but he was lucky—there was a Grand Preceptor who “assisted” him, spoiling him even more than his father did.

After just a few years, this puppet emperor died. When he awakened, he had transmigrated into the modern world, becoming a third-rate model struggling alone without any loving parents.

Just when he thought he had become a little cabbage that nobody wanted and no one would ever spoil him again, a certain ancient monster of a Grand Preceptor who had lived 1,000 years appeared again… and looked to be doing quite well for himself.

The utterly impoverished little emperor had tears in his eyes: “Beloved subject! Zhen (royal We) have missed you so much!”

Grand Preceptor: “Your Majesty, this minister has waited for you for a thousand years.”

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