The Cursed Prince's Strange Bride - Chapter 442 "Recreating"

Su Yun came to a comprehensive world that was about to collapse due to a mysterious recovery, but he didn’t panic at all.

Because, he can edit the stories of the two-dimensional girls and broadcast them publicly, and gain enough prestige by publicly executing the girls, and then he can…

So…

“Artoria, I am your previous life, King Arthur!” Su Yun, who was in the form of a dumb haired king, looked at Artoria, a foreign student with a bewildered face, and said valiantly.

“The evil spirit, that’s me, that’s you! Tokisaki Kusan!” Su Yun, who was transformed into the elf of time, stood in front of the stunned Tokisaki Kusan, with a seductive smile on his face.

“Balzebu, the power of thunder is my power, and my shape is also the power you should have. Now, try to take out the power that belongs to you from your body! It’s called – Dream One Heart!” After listening to General Thunder’s words, Balzeb subconsciously stretched his right hand to his chest.

Morgan Le Fay, Tamamo Mae, Miyamoto Musashi, Yae Kamiko…

One after another, mortal girls who had no power before, all showed their extraordinary side to the world under Su Yun’s bad taste.

So, people really think that they do have extraordinary power, and therefore, they have really gained extraordinary power.

The world has been completely changed because of this, and the mysterious history that human beings cannot overcome is rewritten!

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Ye Qingyu, since the death of his parents four years ago, has been laughed at by the entire Deer city. Little do people know, he has just been biding his time for the entire four years. With the White Deer academy selection just around the corner, can he shut the mouths of all those who have laughed at him? Join Ye Qingyu in his journey to solve the mystery behind his family’s death and to reclaim the Ye family property! It is fantastic!

Four years ago, after a night of drunkenness, she had a relationship with a stranger and fled in panic upon waking up. Four years later, she returns with a soft, cute little bun by her side.“Bad uncle, you're not allowed to bully my mommy!”The man looked at the little bun, who was not even tall enough to reach his waist, and gave a charming smile. “Shouldn't you ask your mommy why you look exactly like me?”

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.