MTL - Start with Psychologist - Chapter 277

Our straight (?) bottom woke up ten years into the future and found himself on the bed of his childhood friend… At the start, the bottom was shocked to his very bones, but he soon quickly accepted this premise and found the whole situation to be rather amusing. Precisely then, the bottom once again went back to his timeline — back to when he and the top were just platonic childhood friends.

Su Heng had traversed to a world where demons were resurrecting, and the human realm was like hell.Water ghosts, fog demons, and drought monsters... powerful demons plagued the land. Major clans used fierce spirits for medicine, residing high above the clouds, while common folk struggled desperately amidst a divine, eerie apocalypse.In these chaotic times, Su Heng awoke with the talent of a Celestial Eater.His body grew limitlessly, gaining a property point for every pound he gained in weight.The bizarre and terrifying demons who slaughtered cities and eradicated nations were, to him, the most sweet and superior ingredients.He devoured their flesh and blood, feasted on their sinews and bones, plundered their Divine Skills, and seized their destinies.From the “Pure Yang Skill” to the “Heavenly Demon Transformation Technique,” from the “Golden Bell Guard” to the “Demon Buddha's Golden Body,” even the most ordinary martial arts in Su Heng's hands could burst forth incredible power.Years later...Su Heng's demonic body was colossal, his weight immeasurable.With a hundred hearts and a thousand arms, mortals were nothing more than ants to him — all gods and buddhas of the heavens, come to battle!

Protagonist travels between different anime worlds to right wrongs and uncover his reason for being along the way.

- Description from Novelupdates

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”