History's Strongest Senior Brother - Chapter 1808: What’s Between the Lines at Eight Hundred Years Ago

Laws govern existence. Arcons enforce those Laws. Across the countless worlds, civilizations live and die beneath their silent authority.And within such worlds Mana Regains supreme.But, Kairos was born with none.A manaless orphan with nothing to his name, he carved his way to the top through Aura alone, becoming the strongest user in recorded history.For generations, the people lived beneath the dome they believed was their prison, a cage holding them back from the world beyond. They tore it down.They celebrated. But when the dust settled, they realized how wrong they were.Without it, the continent's pillars crumbled, and Kairos fell with them..Fate, however, doesn't deal in injustice. It sent him back rewinding time to where it all began, granting him a second chance no one was meant to have.But the world he returns to isn't the one he remembers. A kingdom that never existed now stands. The worlds themselves hide secrets no commoner was ever meant to see. Strange phenomena ripple across the land with no explanation.Armed with the knowledge of a future already lived, Kairos sets out to reshape the very laws that govern magic, unaware that the entire history of the world has always been bound to his fate.-----“Ah one fire ball not enough, It's alright I will make em ten!”“I see, One enchantment isn't enough, how about ten of them?”“One arrow isn't enough how about one hundred of them”Tags#OVER POWERED FROM THE START#WEAKLING#HAREM? NOT SURE#ROMANCE#ACADEMY#MAGIC#Myrad Races#TIMELINES

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.

What is a Lycan to do when the world begins to end around her?Exactly as she pleases, turning life after the apocalypse into an adventure to make the world a more fun place. At least for her.When portals open to other worlds, an influx of mana crashes the grid and the monsters and cultivation techniques of fantasy novels become her new reality, she can either embrace change and stand atop the world as a hero or die in obscurity.It had been almost a month since the first portals opened, since mana spiked into the long dormant ley lines of Earth and blew out the majority of the world's power grid. Almost a month since humanity found out they weren't alone in the universe, that in fact they'd never been alone even on their own world. Since the handful of remaining Fae, the vampire and witch covens, the werewolf and Lycan packs had become public knowledge. Knowledge that many were not at all prepared to accept.The leaders of the various supernatural factions had convened and decided that hiding our presence was no longer in our best interests, that it was more important to control public opinions than to continue to exist in anonymity.And that's where our story starts

What will an ordinary man do if he finds out he is God in an Otome game? Of course, save the game’s Evil character, Morrigan! Unknowingly spread more chaos! Establish your own kingdom! Establish your own religion! Kill the Goddess of Light!