My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem - Chapter 725

Transmigrating to an anime mashup world, Yoshida Tenya thought that a relaxed and pleasant life awaited him! But then he met them...Takanashi Rikka: My evil king's true eye is the strongest!Yotsuya Miko: Yoshida-san, can you see them too?Yukinoshita Yukino: I like cats, but that doesn't mean I want to become a cat!Kato Megumi: Can Tenya-kun notice me?Alisa: милый (cute)Kuchiki Rukia: Tenya, you are very suitable to be a substitute shinigami!Tenya: I just want to get a treasure chest! Is that too much to ask for?[Ding!][Extracting SSS-Rank treasure chest: Conqueror's Haki][Extracting SSS-Rank treasure chest: Zanpakuto: Zangetsu][Extracting S-Rank treasure chest: Mangekyo Sharingan][Extracting S-Rank treasure chest: Ice-Make]

Wang Chen unexpectedly transmigrated to a world of immortal cultivation.He became a Qi Cultivation junior in the Outer Sect of the Cloud Sun Sect in Dongcang State.Within the sect, the hierarchy was stringent and the power struggles were fierce;Outside the sect gates, Demons roamed and Evil Wraiths were rampant!Wang Chen, who was weak in strength, decided to lay low until the end of time.However, with time goes by…He persisted and was surprised to realize that he had already unexpectedly become a Bigwig!!!

“Future Occupation…Demon King.”

Sai Akuto enters Constant Magic Academy to be useful to society and to become a top-ranked national magician. However, a horrible prediction is made on his first day. Thanks to this prediction, the class representative girl hates him, a girl with a mysterious power embraces him, a female artificial human is sent by the empire to observe him, and his school life is otherwise thrown into chaos…

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”