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 The Returner’s Entrance Exam (2) Translator: Null
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 Desir had given a flawless explanation—his description sounded like it was straight from a textbook.
 Not to be outdone, Radoria held up two fingers. “There are two organizations that manage the Shadow World. The first is the Western Kingdom, and the second is our Hebrion Academy. The two are at odds—after all, both parties want the magic cores that come from the Shadow World. And, as students of Hebrion Academy, we naturally participate in the two-party race for magic cores… well, there are other factions, like the “outsiders,” but you don’t need to know about that.”
 Radoria continued, “And you know about ‘clearing’ the Shadow World, right?”
 “Of course—that’s common knowledge.” To Desir, describing the Shadow World was second nature, and so he went on to explain:
 “In a sense, the Shadow World was a universe that ran parallel to our own—the events that occured in the real world’s past would also eventually occur in the Shadow World. And during that process, the Shadow World would continually threaten to erode our world. There is only one way to stop that from happening:
 “The ‘Clearing.’
 “To put it simply, ‘clearing’ the Shadow World prevents it from encroaching upon our reality. If the event of a given Shadow World is based off of a past war in our world—the ‘background’—and the victory of that war consisted in demoralizing the enemy, then the ‘clearing’ would involve defeating the enemy in the exact same manner—this would be the Shadow World’s ‘objective.’ Every Shadow World has its own background and objective, and completing that objective ‘clears’ the Shadow World.
 “The goal, then, is to clear all the Shadow Worlds that appear. And the two rival organizations, Western Kingdoms and Hebrion Academy, stand at the forefront of this movement.”
 Radoria wore an amused expression, “Not bad. I guess I don’t have to worry about explaining things to you.”
 As the pair talked, they arrived at their destination: an extravagant, awe-inducing structure shining under the sunlight, the main building of Hebrion Academy. Radoria flashed her ID at the entrance.
 | Student Identity Pass Confirmed. Welcome, 4th Circle Mage, Radoria Von Dorich.
 With an electronic voice, the door opened, and the pair stepped into the main building. They were greeted by a grand hall—the building’s enormous interior was just as splendid as its exterior. Countless students and faculty walked in and out of the innumerable corridors in the main hall, electrifying the atmosphere. Desir looked around the area, nostalgia gripping him.
 “You don’t look that surprised.” Radoria had expected more of a reaction out of Desir, so his nonchalant attitude sparked her curiosity.
 With a somewhat dismissive tone, Desir said, “Yeah, I’ve seen something similar in the past.”
 More accurately, he had seen this exact building.
 The pair began making their way up a winding staircase. Though the complicated layout of the corridors almost resembled a maze, Radoria confidently led the two through the various hallways. While following his companion, Desir passed by a number of people, most of whom he recognized. Their familiar faces warmed Desir’s heart, but he concealed his emotions and quietly walked behind Radoria.
 Suddenly, a tall, handsome man and a girl who looked about the same age as Desir approached the pair. When Radoria saw them, she halted in her tracks.
 “Do you know them?” Desir asked.
 “Yeah. Elheim. He’s a real scumbag.”
 Desir remembered that name. Elheim. He was the polar opposite of Radoria. Elheim was a water-attribute mage, and Radoria was a fire-attribute mage. And like their magical elements, their personalities clashed violently. Obviously, they did not get along.
 Feigning ignorance, Desir commented, “You must really dislike that man.”
 “Oh, yeah. He’s one of those water-attribute mages,” Radoria said. “He’s real arrogant, too. And I hate the way he speaks. He’s like a damn cockroach.”
 After Desir and Radoria’s brief exchange, Elheim—a young man with blue, bobbed hair, with arrogant eyes and a stuck-up nose—walked up to Radoria. His voice laced with derision, Elheim commented, “Oi, Radoria. You just got here? I guess having short legs makes you walk slower, huh?”
 Without losing her composure, the young fire-attribute mage retorted, “Grow up, Elheim. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”
 Elheim scoffed in response, “Such crude speech. As expected of a crude fire-attribute mage.”
 “I’m surprised you have the balls to mouth off less than a month after getting trounced by this ‘crude fire-attribute mage.’” Radoria jeered.
 Elheim rolled his eyes. “You still can’t tell the difference between defeating someone, and them going easy on you? No wonder you have such a long way to go.”
 Radoria sneered. “I sure hope you weren’t trying—if that was all you got, then you really should consider dropping out.”
 The tension in the air was potent. Desir could almost feel the sparks flying between the two bantering mages—he unconsciously took a step back. As Radoria and Elheim got more and more in each other’s faces, the mood gradually turned heavier and more strained.
 Finally, realizing that he wouldn’t win just through a contest of words, Elheim shifted his attention to Desir. “Are you this vulgar girl’s mentee?”
 “Yes, that is correct.” Desir answered respectfully.
 Surprised, Elheim said, “Well, you certainly have better manners than Radoria. What’s your name?”
 “Desir Arman.”
 “Hmm, Desir Arman. Let’s see…” Elheim took out his tablet and entered Desir’s name.
 In just a few seconds, all of Desir’s information appeared on the screen. As Elheim read the data, the corners of his mouth rising ever so slightly.
 “What’s this? He’s just a commoner?” Elheim smirked. “Well, I guess it fits that you’re mentoring a pathetic commoner.”
 Radoria scrunched her face.
 Elheim looked up to the ceiling with amusement. “Honestly. This contest won’t even be close.”
 “…Contest? What do you mean, ‘contest?’” Radoria asked.
 As if he had waited for the question, Elheim responded, “What? Did you not even check the group lists?”
 He indifferently flipped his tablet toward Radoria. “We’re in the same group.”
 Desir and Radoria quickly read through the list of names:
 [D Group Members]
 Treveurie Tigus
 Romantica Eru
 Ajest Kingsscrown
 Desir Arman
 Elheim stared at Desir with a condescending gaze—it was like he was looking at a rotten fish. “There’s no way your mentee will survive with this lineup.”
 Radoria spoke up, seemingly unperturbed. “I wonder about that. Even if you’re in our group, that doesn’t mean that we’ll fail. In fact, we just might win.”
 “Don’t make me laugh. You don’t even have a chance.” Then Elheim raised his voice, and declared with confidence: “MY mentee is a spellsword.”
 Radoria’s eyes widened in shock. “S-spellsword? You’re lying.”
 Spellsword.
 Those who were innately talented in both magic and swordsmanship. This title was reserved for geniuses blessed by the heavens. They were on a whole different level than the mages who simply used magic—it didn’t matter if combat occured at close or long-range. These specialists could fight on all fronts. And as to be expected, these exceptional talents only numbered in the single digits worldwide.
 And Elheim just said that his mentee was one of those single digits—an unrivalled genius. Radoria could not believe it.
 With a conceited facial expression, Elheim taunted his stunned rival. “You can check it if you don’t believe me.”
 After a brief moment of hesitation, Radoria took out her tablet. She addressed Elheim’s mentee who had remained silent the entire time, “What’s your name?”
 “Ajest Kingscrown.” The girl spoke with a dour and ice-cold voice.
 Radoria entered the name into the tablet. When the information popped up, Radoria quickly scanned the results.
 | Twin-attribute spellsword. Shows excellent talent with both ice—and lightning—attribute magic. 3rd circle mage. Swordsmanship exceeds the level of a pawn-rank swordsman.
 “My god…”
 Radoria’s jaw dropped. She thought Elheim had been bluffing—but here was the truth right in front of her eyes.
 With smug assurance, Elheim piped up, “Where did that fire from earlier go, Radoria?”
 Radoria, for once, was at a loss for words.
 The victorious water-attribute mage strolled past the dumbfounded woman. When he reached Desir, Elheim stopped for a brief moment.
 “Oh, and you. This is a warning.” He leaned in close to Desir’s face, glaring at the young man with an attitude of pompous superiority. It was a perfect example of a noble looking down upon a commoner. “Even if you’re lucky, you’ll just end up in Beta. Just give up on the entrance exams—that’s your best bet.”
 | The D Group’s Entrance Exam will soon begin! D Group’s Shadow World is currently being selected. Please wait.
 An electronic voice rang out. Desir stood in the middle of the waiting room—a Shadow Gate, boasting one of the most advanced designs, loomed in front of him. The steel outline of the gate was inscribed with hundreds of runes. With a magic core in its center, thousands of synthesized magic circles decorated the face of the gate. It could almost pass as a work of art.
 ‘Is this what it looked like?’&nbsp;Desir leaned left and right while inspecting the gate.
 An annoyed voice spoke to him, “Could you just stand still? You’re embarrassing us.”
 Desir turned towards the voice. There were three other students with him, all of whom would also be taking the test. Two of them were giving off an unmistakable air of hostility toward Desir—Ajest, on the other hand, was silently cleaning her sword.
 The girl who had lectured Desir was named Romantica. She didn’t know Desir at all—but Desir knew all about her.
 Romantica Eru.
 She had been a 4th circle wind-attribute mage, known for defeating her enemies with her specialty: chantless magic. Hers was one of the more brilliant minds among all wind-attribute mages. With her talent, she could have risen much higher—had she not died an untimely death.
 ‘But as of right now, she’s a 2nd circle, right?’&nbsp;Not wanting to antagonize the competitors so early on, Desir decided to just apologize graciously, “Sorry, guys. It’s my first time seeing something amazing like this.”
 Romantica had hoped to get a rise out of Desir, but when he didn’t react the way she had hoped, she just sighed and said, “Now that I think about it, they did say there was a commoner hick in our group.”
 “What? We’re going to test with someone like that?” The swordsman, Treveurie Tigus, stared at Desir with disgust.
 But Desir had already stopped paying attention to them.
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 “Now that I’m back, I won’t allow my loved ones to die again!”
 The Shadow Labyrinth – the most catastrophic existence humanity has faced in history.
 Desir Arman is one of the six remaining survivors of mankind.
 The six attempted to clear the final level of the labyrinth but ultimately failed, and the world came to an end.
 However – when Desir thought he would meet his demise, what is revealed before him is the world… thirteen years ago?!
 Desir is returned to the past, back to the time when he enrolled at the nation’s finest magic academy – Havrion. He is reunited with his precious friends, and is prepared to change the past to save the world and his loved ones…!
 Three years remaining before the emergence of the Shadow World!
 Change the past and gather powerful comrades to save mankind!
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 There once existed an honorable founder of this panguan school of cultivation. His reputation was illustrious, but nowadays nobody dared to mention him. Even if they did, all they said was, “He met a miserable end.” 
 Only Wen Shi still abided by the rules. Every day, he would pay respects to the founder’s ferocious, colorful portrait, but because of that he ended up summoning a sickly tenant. 
 The tenant stood in front of the portrait and asked, “Who drew this?” 
 Wen Shi: “Me.” 
 Don’t ask. If you do, you’ll just end up feeling touched.
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 Here’s the thing. 
 The big demon Baiju, who was invited down the mountain by the Demon Management Bureau, was very satisfied with the guardian assigned to him. 
 He was tall and had long legs, with a clean face and a calm temperament. He also cooked well. 
 And although there was always a strange murmurs from his heart, it wasn’t a big deal. 
 The only thing that puzzled him was that this human seemed to like to play with his white hair. 
 Xiao Yao, renown for his elite untouchable presence, with his face buried in dog fur: Hey.
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 Gu Zuo: Are you sick?
 Gongyi Tianheng: You have medicine?
 Gu Zuo: You’re sick!
 Gongyi Tianheng: If I say I’m sick, can you cure me?
 Gu Zuo: If I say I have medicine, would you want it?
 Gongyi Tianheng: However much you have is how much I want.
 Gu Zuo: However much you want is how much I have.
 Gongyi Tianheng: Then bring it all out.
 Gu Zuo: …
 Simply speaking, a scaredy-cat shou transmigrated and had to think of a way to survive. He had a golden finger called Medicine Refining System, but unfortunately, he didn’t have the ingredients needed to refine medicine and level up.
 A great young master to an Empire’s preeminent Clan had a super high IQ, but his talent for cultivation was low. Unfortunately, pill refiners were too hard to develop, and weren’t restricted to his personal service. But he could acquire plenty of ingredients.
 Two people, one was sick and one had medicine. Therefore, the one who was sick kept the one who had medicine, and everyone was happy.
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 Others were chased by fierce ghosts for three days and nights in this horror world. However, Su Qingxing, who was hiding in the group pretending to be a rookie, quietly waved to the ghost child over there and asked, “Xiao Ming, where is your mother?” 
 The “female ghost” drifted in, fearful: “Lord Guide!” 
 The story of a big shot from the underworld pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger*. 
 *扮猪吃老虎: bàn zhū chī lǎo hǔ: A Chinese idiom that means acting dumb/pretending to be weak to lower somebody’s security so that attacking (surprising) them is easier. 
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 A hundred centuries ago, Daoist Jing Yuan died from lightning. A hundred centuries later, he comes back to life, but discovers that the stars have shifted and the world has transformed by leaps and bounds.
 Marketplace: Selling herbs for 10 coppers each, alleviates fevers and detoxifies, reduces swelling and relieves pain.
 Jing Yuan: Isn’t this the main precious herb used for Foundation Establishment Pills?
 Auction house: Advanced level cultivation method starting at 30,000 spirit-stones!
 Jing Yuan: Isn’t this the trashiest cultivation method you could find anywhere on the streets?
 Art gallery: “The 100 Influential Figures of the Cultivation World”
 Jing Yuan: Aren’t these my good friends A, B, C, D and old enemies 1, 2, 3, 4?
 Bookstore: “Jing Yuan: A Biography“, “Memoirs of Jing Yuan“, “An Intro to Daoist-Master Jing Yuan’s Legendary Life“, “Honored Master Jing Yuan Teaches You How to Guide Qi into the Body“, “The Seven Habits of Founder Jing Yuan”
 Jing Yuan: ?? Isn’t this me? Wait, when did I gain seven habits?
 The companions he once journeyed with have long passed away, and not even 1/10 of the formerly glorious cultivation legacies remain. Yet, in this world without him, his legend still exists. This kind of feeling, is a bit embarrassing…
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 It was the Great Age of Pirates, surging forward with their thousand sails unfurled. 
 One young man from earth ate the Goro Goro no Mi and joined the Marine. 
 Justice vs Evil, Freedom vs Tyranny, the colliding waves between them would never cease. 
 But all of this…..”I couldn’t care less about!!” 
 At the summit of the war, surrounded by ten thousand people, Ron held a thunder halberd in hand and walked forward with strong steps. 
 Rivals meet face to face, but only one could become the King.
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 The horror game anchor Xiao Tangqiu crossed into a horror game.
 He hadn’t yet cleared the instance when he met a man who was exactly like his childhood friend who had been dead for many years.
 Where did this cold and powerful mysterious man come from? Why did the brutal killing games happen so frequently? Why did his teammates go crazy in the middle of the night? Who was the ultimate mastermind behind all of this… Was it a distortion of human nature or moral decay?
 Please pay attention to the ‘Horror Game, Live Broadcast’ and follow the live broadcast of Anchor Xiao Tanqiu’s horror game.
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 The first step in a tianshi’s retirement plan is to find a place with a beautiful and peaceful scenery. A place with blooming flowers like it’s spring that also has a view of the sea.
 The retired tianshi was pulled into the first level of a horror game. He found a thigh that was thick enough to deal with ghosts and raise the family to higher levels. Meanwhile, his responsibilities will be to care about the flowers and watch the sea in peace.
 Actually, he could kill a ghost with only a single punch on its back. The audience in the live broadcast just wanted to shake his shoulders and shout: please stop pretending to be a cute newcomer!
 Later, under the eyes of the audience, Shen Qingcheng impatiently took out a peach sword [1] and a yellow paper.
 Can’t I just have a normal, peaceful day? Spicy chicken game[2], you ruined my retirement life!
 Thick thigh: ?
 Melodramatic mc who loves to act weak vs silent and steady ml
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 The investigation of a severed limbs case was stalled. Lu Junchi, captain of the Major Crimes Unit, went to the Chinese police academy to ask for advice. Captain Lu originally thought he would get the advice of a respected old professor. Unexpectedly, he met the sick and weak beauty, Su Hui, who gave him some advice.
 Before the reasoning, Lu Junchi belatedly wondered if this Beauty Su was just a pretty face. After the actual evidence, Lu Junchi belatedly thought that this Beauty Su wasn’t a pretty face, he was the one who was silly and foolish.
 Lu Junchi was grateful for Su Hui’s help in this case. He appreciated Su Hui’s talent but was afraid that the weak and sick Su Hui wouldn’t be able to live a convenient life. Therefore, he became a Daddy Long Legs uncle and sent warmth to Su Hui day and night. He sent and sent…
 Later, he took the big beauty home.
 Captain Lu didn’t know that this crippled beauty Su Hui, who had extremely poor eyesight, was deaf in one ear and could run 200 meters in three minutes, would turn out to be a criminal psychology profiling expert who scared criminals. He didn’t know that Su Hui had multiple identities or that he was an old acquaintance…
 Su Hui was proficient in criminal psychology portraits and had extremely meticulous reasoning ability. He went deep into the hearts of the criminals to reveal their secrets. He had the courage to go into extreme danger and walked through a hail of bullets with no fear. His heart was like a rock as he fought against evil, like a reed that couldn’t be defeated. He looked so weak while actually being so tough.
 No one knew that his world was actually a foggy mess on the verge of collapse. The surrounding liveliness was like a silent movie to him. This was until he met the person who helped him put everything together, retrieving his lost memories and finding the truth of everything to put him back on the road of life.
 Su Hui: Do you know what ‘hope’ is in my dictionary?
 Lu Junchi: ?
 Su Hui: It is you.
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 Qi Baicha is the last god in the world. After living in the modern age, he found an ordinary person to fall in love and marry because he was too boring. Then he really fell in love with him. Every day, he worried about what he would do when he got old and died. It seems that he is also a god, and he worries about the same thing every day.
 After Qi Baicha made sufficient mental preparations, she decided to tell her lover the fact that she is a god: “My dear, I want to tell you a piece of news.” 
 Fu Mingye nervously said: “My dear, I also have one thing to tell you. Actually, I am not a mortal, I am an evil god. Don’t be afraid when you hear evil words. Those gods who claim to be righteous are all moral things… By the way, what are you going to say?” 
 Qi Baicha: “Actually I am not a mortal.” 
 Fu Mingye: “…what are you?” 
 Qi Baicha: “A decent thing.” 
 Listening to all the resentments, curses, greed, and arrogance of the world, the dark evil god fell in love with the gentlest and cleanest snow in the world. 
 “I will love you against my divinity.”
 The cold and gentle snow god is dragged by his wife to control the evil spirit
 1. Modern overhead, defend world peace, daily life after marriage 
 2. Plot Su Shuang has sweet feelings, HE 
 3. The cover is set by the Snow God, see Weibo for the big picture 
 4. Brain hole products, multi-element mixing, everything may appear 
 Content tags: strong, supernatural and strange, sweet text, cool text 
 Search keywords: Protagonist: Qi Baicha, Fu Mingye (Qi Ye) Supporting role: Series of articles “After Encountering the Lord God” Others: 
 One sentence brief: I will love you against my divinity 
 Purpose: to maintain world peace
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 Shu Ning read a CEO novel. In it, there was a beautiful and tragic villain. He was clearly the true young master of a wealthy family, but he was switched at birth and became a delinquent. Later, he returned to the wealthy family to go against the fake young master, fought for his fiancée, and finally fell from the top of a building and died. 
 After his death, the fake young master inherited his money and his fiancée, his career and his love. 
 Shu Ning resentfully tore up the novel and transmigrated into the book that very night. 
 The little villain shook his legs, cursed, had horrible grades, dyed his hair yellow, didn’t have a single good point. 
 Shu Ning’s eyes twitched: Before sending him back to the Wei family, let’s make some changes. Otherwise, he’ll be rejected by the Wei family again. 
 After being reformed by Shu Ning. 
 The little villain didn’t shake his legs, stopped swearing, and cut his crazy, scene-style hair. He was as beautiful as a fairy and took first place in the entire grade. 
 Daddy Shu Ning shed tears of relief: Our baby is so good. He’ll definitely be able to get rid of that fake young master! 
 But isn’t baby a little too good? 
 He casually created a piece of software and sold it for hundreds of thousands. 
 He casually bought some stocks and made millions. 
 Before his wealthy family had even found him, he had become wealthy all on his own. 
 Every time he earned some money, he would offer it up to Shu Ning, buying him this and that, even buying him a villa! 
 Shu Ning (drooling): This damn villa, quickly take it away, don’t tempt me! 
 Yin Mingzheng thought that he was tr*sh of unknown origin, someone that no one cared about. He thought that he was someone who should have perished long ago. 
 Until that day, when he met the only light in his life. 
 So he clung onto the light tightly, refusing to let go. 
 His light said: You have to improve yourself. 
 So Yin Mingzheng worked hard to become better and stronger. He wanted to protect his only light. Because his light was the sole meaning of his existence.
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 The protagonist shou, Xie Sui, was a proud son of heaven. He had an illustrious family background, was cold and removed from desire, and attracted many (psychopathic) admirers. From the gentle senior to the paranoid president, to the haughty and proud arch-enemy, these big guys were all top leaders of their respective fields, yet they were all crazy about him.
 After pushing him down a series of mentally and physically abusive paths, the three of them decided to join hands to destroy the Xie Family, imprison Xie Sui, crush his pride, and turn him into a pet that could only rely on them.
 While the crowd of readers howled “Wuwuwu the feels~”.
 Song Yu was already so angry he was going crazy. Not wanting to read any more of this eye-searingly bad novel, he cursed, “Idiots.” and hurried offline.
 As a result, when he woke up, he’d transmigrated.
 He’d transmigrated to become the Third Young Master of the Song Family in the novel, who had only been briefly mentioned in passing, would die of a terminal illness, and was Xie Sui’s childhood friend.
 Song Yu was terribly upset. At the same time, he’d already come to a decision in his heart––those three idiots, had better not think about wanting to get close to his little childhood friend!
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 Xie Sui was born cold hearted. In two lifetimes, he’d never tasted the sweetness of love, nor had he ever experienced the feeling of being protected.
 After destroying three big families and personally killing his enemies, he was reborn back to when he was 15 years old. He had to hide the violence and coldness in his heart and pretend to be the youth with a gentle and clean appearance that he’d been in the past.
 Everything was the same as before, except that the little childhood friend who was nothing but a vague memory in his previous life was exceptionally different this time.
 Like the spring breeze that thawed the frozen soil, someone reached into the abyss and grabbed his blood-stained hand.
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 Song Yu tore apart a love confession letter like he was venting and fumed, “Don’t pay attention to those people, don’t believe in their sweet words. They’re all scum, and their love is worthless. Don’t like them, okay?”
 Xie Sui gazed at him for a long time, then laughed, “Alright, I don’t like them.”
 I only like you.
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