Chronicles of Primordial Wars - Chapter 33 – The length of a finger

Layton just wanted a weekend alone in the wilderness. Instead, he woke up in a nightmare.Earth has been inducted into a multiversal system, and survival is no longer guaranteed. Forced into a brutal wave dungeon with no warning, no tutorial, and no gear, Layton accidentally locks himself into the weakest class—Healer.That’s when things start feeling… off.He’s leveling way too fast. His so-called “support” class? Feels anything but weak. And his only ally? A too-intelligent, bloodthirsty predator that might be more than just an animal.Something is wrong with this system. Layton just has to survive long enough to figure out what.

Several hundred thousand players are trapped in a gritty zombie apocalypse survival game just after game launch. There are hints that deaths in the game might be serving some other terrible purpose in the background of reality…

George Paddington, an orphan who lost his parents during the COVID-19 pandemic, was a prodigious video game blogger. One fateful day, he dies in an accident while saving a three-year-old child. However, instead of passing on, he wakes up in the Harry Potter universe—inside the body of a 15-year-old Severus Snape, right after his infamous fallout with Lily Evans.Armed with knowledge of the future and guided by Eva, an AI assistant-like system, George must navigate the complexities of the wizarding world. With humor, danger, love, and self-discovery shaping his journey, he embraces the magic, intrigue, and challenges of his new reality. Will he alter Snape’s fate or remain bound to the tragic path history has written?

With just three sentences, you convinced the Paladin to spend five thousand Gold Coins for you.You truly are a master of the Undead who thoroughly understands human nature!…“Respected Master Amberser, after our review by the editors at 'Legendary Spells' Publishing, we regret to inform you that your paper 'Research on the Non-Humanoid Form Modification of Undead Creatures' is unsuitable for publication in our monthly magazine. We suggest that you submit your work to a magical academic journal with less stringent review requirements.”A burst of ghostly blue flame erupted from the tips of fingers, reducing the rejection letter.“Damn it! You bastards are purely discriminating against liches, discriminating against undead magic!!!”“Drop dead!”