Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week - Chapter 11: The Upper Limit of Hypnosis_1

Lin Chen is born in a deprived family. To purse his martial artist dream, he has to do some gig work to make ends meet. Luckily, he gets diligence system: as long as he keeps working hard, there will be no bottlenecks in his path.

Climb the Tower.The path to power is ever growing, immeasurable. A peak above a peak, above a peak. There is always the next peak to look up to. A place where dragons eat dragons.In this world where a catastrophe known as “Global Awakening” gave humans different magical abilities to fight the dungeon and monsters that invade earth, Jael is among the weakest—one of the Half Awakened, struggling to survive through odd and humiliating jobs.However his dream of climbing the Dungeon Tower won't be forever buried because a WILL has been left behind. An intent put into a spellbook that's been waiting for just who to claim it.In this golden era of worlds, all eyes are on the Dungeon Tower, where everyone seeks to become its master. “What do you desire? Money and wealth? Honor and pride? Authority and power? Revenge? Do you want to reverse your failures? Or something beyond them all? Whatever you desire—it is here. If only you climb.”Follow Jael’s journey as he ascends the Dungeon Tower, determined to create a new legend for himself.

Reincarnated into Zaun and arriving right on the timeline where Vander is dead and Silco takes control—Logan doesn’t panic. He’s a transmigrator, and he came with a cheat ability.The problem is… the cheat is weird.When Logan opens his status panel, he realizes it doesn’t look like a normal power system at all. It looks like a game—complete with objectives, “routes,” and rewards that feel uncomfortably personal.Logan can handle monsters, gangs, and a city tearing itself apart.But figuring out why his new life is being treated like a dating sim?That might be the most dangerous part of all.

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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