Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL) - Chapter 57

Golden scales do not belong to the shallows; once they encounter the storm and clouds, they transform into a dragon!On his wedding night, Su Luo faced betrayal by his brothers and his wife. In a desperate situation, he received the legacy of Cultivation.He cultivated peerless celestial techniques, controlled life and death with Yin and Yang, grabbed destiny against the heavens, met a confidant of stunning beauty, and from thereon, he became undefeated by the world!This world, because of his existence, shivered!

“Please, I implore you to save the world.” This is what a goddess in white says to me in a pure-white space. Such is the standard line that suggests the game is about to begin. Please say this stirring line to boys and girls with sparkling eyes! It’s wrong to direct it to someone like me, who’s exhausted from job hunting! When I declined her politely, she flew into a fit of tears; when I agreed to assist her on small tasks out of reflex, she proclaimed: “it’ll be fine if you just help in the Starting-Village Arc. Please guide the Hero!” Then she tossed me into another world. No, this is a world modeled after a game that this gamer goddess likes…

Summoned to be a hero in another world, Liu Ji’s fate took an unexpected turn as he landed in a barren wasteland.With no survival skills, he chose an extraordinary method to stay alive: turning into a potato.Rooted in the wilderness, Liu Ji performed photosynthesis and drew sustenance from the earth.Through this humble form, Liu Ji harnessed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, absorbing the essence of all living things.

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.