Sorcerer Supreme at Hogwarts (English Versión) - Chapter 1 - Monologue and Life Summary[Edited]

Davi was born into a prestigious family of powerful explorers, yet he did not inherit his father’s legendary class.Because of this, he was scorned throughout his childhood. Still, through relentless determination and the support of his best friend, he managed to save enough money to leave his hometown and enroll in the Explorer Academy.Then fate dealt him an unexpected hand, and he received the bizarre class [Harem King] and began his journey to become the greatest explorer of all time.What to expect of the story:- A lot of tension and life-or-death battles- The protagonist’s growth through hard work- And, of course, a harem.

Young Chen Xiang had a fateful encounter with a goddess & demoness and received their peerless heritage, divine pulses, ultimate martial arts, and transcendent alchemy techniques, which gave him an easy ride in his journey of cultivation.

When hungry, he refines some spirit pills to eat as snack, when lonely he flirts with the goddesses, when bored he teases those martial artists who came to beg for spirit pills, when tired he lets his beautiful wives massage him.

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My name is Kaelith Yurei , and I am a first-year student at the Shin'ō Academy in the Soul Society. I have a friend who is destined to be quite famous in the Soul Society; his name is Sōsuke Aizen.Unlike this ambitious and idealistic friend, my goals are quite simple: through hard work and diligence, I aim to graduate and become a seated officer in the Gotei 13, from which point I will… I bounded with who!?Whenever Aizen enhances his strength, my power automatically synchronizes to match his level.Therefore, what I need to do from now on is very clear.“Sōsuke, you need to work hard. As long as you put in enough effort, I can live the life I desire!”

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!”