When Immortal Ascension Fails Time Travel to Try Again - Story 9 - Nothing Bad Ever Happens at the Alchemy Convention (10)

What the hell? That menace who bullied me since I was six years old, actually became a pretty girl after three years of living apart? And she even ran to our agreed duel location to confess to me, hoping that I can become her boyfriend?!

This is a plot against me! There’s definitely an enormous conspiracy behind this! I won’t be fooled by you! Even if you tear up and act all pitiful, I will still disregard you and humiliate you, until you’ve have completely paid back all my childhood grievances!

What’cha lookin’at? There are very reasonable grounds for bullying a girl!

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The Domain Of Gods exists!

For years, Cain searched for ways on his Modern Earth to travel to the world where beings akin to Gods roam about. Nobody believed he could do it, but Cain never gave up.

And after so many arduous years, he finally created the ritual that would transmigrate him to the Domain Of Gods!

When the ritual had actually worked, Cain should've been positively elated. He even managed to transmigrate into the body of a genuine Dragon Prince. But, there was one major problem.

Despite being the grandson of a Dargon God, he had zero cultivation for 18 years of his life!

But, instead of feeling despair or cursing his luck over such a cliche scenario, Cain welcomed this problem with a maddening smile.

Who cares if I have zero cultivation?! I will become a free reign expert no matter the means!

Lu Yao accidentally stumbled upon a pixelated game where he played the role of a deity, only to discover that this game connected to different dimensions.The 'sacrifices' in the game would manifest in reality, and the 'blessings' he bestowed could also reach the game world.As an apprentice deity, his options were limited to creating various natural disasters.That is, until he reluctantly revived a supermodel apostle, and the gameplay underwent a slight change...

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.