My Celestial Harem - Chapter 5 - : A Talk About Cultivation

Born to a mother on death row and subsequently raised in the prison, Gu Tianyou did not have what most people would consider a ‘normal’ childhood. Instead of the usual math and history one might learn at a public school, he had criminals for tutors. He received regular lessons from notorious serial killer, Dr. Miao, and earned protection from the respected Master Long.

With such a unique background, Gu Tianyou graduated from the Police Academy with little difficulty, and was assigned as an undercover cop. But will the skills he learned from a lifetime of being cared for by criminals be enough to help him take criminals down?

Li Yi accidentally obtained a black science and technology library, which contains countless books of the inheritance of high-tech civilization and records countless knowledge.

There are thousands of bells in the book, there is a golden house in the book, there are many horses in the book, and there are Yan Ruyu in the book.

Li Yi has completely turned into a bookworm, learning all kinds of knowledge from the library, grand unified theory, particle Tebo theory, …, acquiring various black technologies, superconducting materials, super batteries, intelligent algorithms, … .

- Description from novelbuddy

An experiment gone wrong, or possibly right? A Nascent Kaleidoscope opens his eyes.

A reincarnated Zelretch story. Previous Fate-series knowledge recommended.

A Fate/DxD/Multi Crossover.

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How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…