Transcendent Dawn - Chapter 822

Upon waking up, Flanders traveled to a modern world that had magic and turned into a scarecrow that had zero mobility! Fortunately, as long as he absorbed fear, he could continue to evolve! From then on, an existence that caused a headache for the Wizard’s Association was born!

Lucas, a human transmigrated from Earth to a fantasy world, strives to live a peaceful life with his sister despite lacking special abilities or cheats. However, the world's cruelty shatters his tranquility when his beautiful sister is taken from him, and he is framed for her death. Devastated and powerless, Lucas is forced to flee.During his escape, Lucas grows stronger, eventually earning the feared title of the Demon God. Despite lacking inherent talent or cheats, his relentless pursuit of knowledge allows him to uncover his enemies' weaknesses, leading him to victory time and again.One fateful day, while praying for his sister, Lucas falls into a trap and is killed. His enemies have used his sister's memory against him, igniting a fury within Lucas as he dies, his final regret being his inability to save her. In his last moments, he wishes for a second chance to act first and protect his sister.[System Notification: Host has died a second time][Cheat Activation Sequence Initiated][Cheat Activated: Divine Mask - God Clone System Online]

All Amy needed to do was get away from her pursuers. The last thing she thought she'd encounter was being kidnapped, drugged and offered to some smelly fat old man.

But no, he wasn't any of that. Zach was simply a god. And he was drugged, just like her. It could be the drugs or she just genuinely found him irresistible. And to her luck, he didn't resist her when she made a move on him. When she found out how much of a beast he was in bed, she wasn't complaining.

But she knew they were not supposed to cross paths. So when she finally left the next morning, little did she know that fate had a 'little surprise' in store.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”