The Warden of The Witches - Chapter 184:

Yeon-woo had a twin brother who disappeared five years ago. One day, a pocket watch left by his brother returned to his possession. Inside, he found a hidden diary in which was recorded “By the time you hear this, I guess I will be already dead….”

“So, you have been lying to me all this time?”She raised her head and realized that the face of her senior brother, one who she knew so well, was unfamiliar and scary.“What are you talking about?” Her senior brother scoffed and shook his finger. “All I can say is that none of you knew who I really am.”He then turned around and walked towards the Sky Throne, a symbol of absolute power.Master Sword Aura, Sea of Flame, Star Light…The dozens of skills that were used to stop the man from approaching the Sky Throne simply bounced off him. All the skills simply vanished into thin air.“No!” Xu Yingling bit her lip and turned to look at An Zhisu and Shi Liuli.They exchanged glances. All the despair, sadness, fear, and even love, were now meaningless. The only thing that was important at the moment was to stop that man.…A cultivation novel. The main character used his cheat ability, Time Travel, to secretly live among all the powerful sects while learning their skills. He eventually managed to gain the power to approach the Sky Throne and become an immortal.However, it seemed that things weren’t going as smoothly as he had planned…”

A filthy, idiotic, hypocritical alcoholic degenerate, known to most as Ricky Freeman, died in a tragic car accident when his lower half was crushed by a drunk driver. Coughing out a bloody mourning for his balls, Ricky finally dies only to wake up in his next life. Reincarnated in the 1920s as a orphaned kid, how will he live in a universe filled to it's brim with cosmic beings-*DING*'Huh?'[Congratulations Host for receiving the Impregnation System]

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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