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 The Returner’s Entrance Exam (4) Translator: Notalk
 Rewriter: Galachad and Aster0x
 “They were aiming for this from the start…!” Treveurie looked around, desperately searching, to no avail, for a solution. Ajest was already long gone.
 A terrible sound of wood twisting and tearing filled his ears as the trees in the forest were ripped out by their roots. Clumps of dirt flew about in every direction as the massive trees began swirling about in the wind. To his rage and horror, Treveurie was right in their path.
 “Fuck!”
 A terrifying, flying forest filled Treveurie’s eyes. Worse, he had no doubt that the moment he let go of his sword to dodge them, he would get swept up by the magic currents as well.
 He cursed at the top of his lungs. “Damn you! ROMANTICAAAA-!”
 His voice was abruptly cut off and a heavy slam echoed through the forest.
 | Treveurie Tigus has been struck with lethal force and has been eliminated from the Shadow World. There are three participants remaining.&nbsp;
 The announcement rang out across the once-forested wasteland. Romantica looked across the space with a smug expression. “Hmm, seems like the spellsword survived. How unfortunate.”
 She turned to Desir, her every word bursting with pride. “Now, this is the power of a 2nd circle mage. Feeling honored yet?”
 Desir smiled back at Romantica, and said, “It was definitely quite creative, that the true attack wasn’t the wind itself, but the flying trees. The accuracy left something to be desired, but the power was quite high.”
 Romantica smiled, seemingly pleased with the compliment. She spoke with pride in her voice. “Now it’s your turn.”
 “My turn?” Desir asked, his voice tinged with confusion.
 Hands on her hips, Romantica explained, “Your turn to be eliminated. It is a competition after all. It’s always better to take out the other competitors. But since I’m so nice, I’ll bestow some mercy upon you, Mr. Commoner… I’ll give you the chance to resign. There’s no need for you to suffer, is there?”
 As she spoke, Romantica snuck a gleeful glance at Desir’s face. Any normal human would’ve shown a response; but, strangely, it appeared as if Desir wasn’t at all intimidated by the overwhelming difference in power.
 “Sorry, but I refuse.” he said calmly. His voice was strangely relaxed.
 Romantica’s mood soured. There was no mistaking it: he was looking down on her.
 “Hmpf. Have it your way.” She responded, her tone filled with contempt. “Don’t blame me if this hurts: remember, I gave you a chance.”
 Romantica held out her hands towards Desir as her magic filled the air. Dozens of magic circles filled with different shapes and dizzying magic formulas erupted around her. The wind in front of her began spinning into a circular shape as the flow of mana seized control of the very atmosphere. A violent gale whipped towards Desir. Romantica had put just as much power as her previous spell into this new one. She shouted over the noise, “They just said you can’t die in this entrance exam Shadow World, right? Well, I’m casting my magic for real now, so just try your best to endure it.”
 [Wind Strike!]
 2nd circle attack spell: Wind Strike. It compressed the wind into a bullet and shot it towards the target area, where it would explode and devastate the target. The bullet was strong enough to easily pulverize a boulder. Romantica pointed it straight at Desir.
 Dirt flew into the air, clouding his vision as the bullet raced towards him. Romantica’s hair billowed behind her as the shockwave reached back to her. Romantica felt a smile tugging at her lips. She’d won, clearly. “This is a 2nd circle spell at point blank range. Even if you were an entire level higher than me, you wouldn’t be able to block this.”
 Her satisfaction quickly turned to shock as she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps behind her. She whipped around and her jaw fell in astonishment. Desir had somehow emerged, nearly unscathed, out of that thick cloud of dust, and was running straight at her. “Wa, wait..!”
 She could hardly find the words to speak in her shock. Meanwhile, as if totally oblivious, Desir was calmly speaking under his breath, to nobody in particular, “Shooting straight after the compression…seems like you sacrificed finer control over the magic bullet for more overall power. Well, this, and the one from before both aren’t too shabby for a 2nd circle mage.”
 ‘For a 2nd circle? Did I mishear this guy? What in the world is he muttering about?’&nbsp;Confusion coursed through Romantica’s mind.
 Desir continued, “But because you prioritized speed so much, you lost too much control over the air currents. The accuracy falls far too much if you do that. I only altered the trajectory a tiny bit, and it missed me completely.”
 As Desir continued mumbling, Romantica finally came to her senses. She asked, with a deflated expression on her face, “You, you, what did you just do?”
 Her head was completely blank. She couldn’t, for the life of her, comprehend what had just happened.
 “Magic Hijack.”
 “What?”
 “I hijacked your spell.”
 ‘My spell was hijacked? By a commoner, at that?’&nbsp;Romantica narrowed her eyes in fury and screamed, “Don’t screw with me!”
 *Hwak*
 As Romantica ground her pace down to a halt, she spun around, arranging bright, shining magic formulas in front of herself. “I can’t lose to the likes of you! You can’t be anything more than a 1st circle!” she screamed.
 Magic formulas formed again. That terrifyingly powerful magic was beginning to assemble itself once more. The wind proceeded to pick up and soon enough it was raging around all of them. As the spell formed, the noise that was brought forth resembled a swirling wind.
 [Wind Venom!]
 Wind Venom, a 2nd circle attack spell. It was the strongest single-target attack spell Romantica could cast. A long and chain-shaped wind which was recognizably sharper than an edge of a blade had shot out of her hands.
 Almost languidly, Desir spoke. “Watch and learn closely this time.” He waved his hands around lazily as he saw the spell flying towards him.
 At that moment, Romantica felt the air currents slipping out of her control. She was surprised, but that was it. The few currents she’d lost control over were nothing compared to the whole. “I’ll admit, it’s incredible that you can disrupt my mana considering you’re nothing but a 1st circle mage. But isn’t that still pointless?” she asked.
 “Watch closely. If I take these points in these air currents you’ve formed and give them a slight push……”
 The currents had only slightly twisted yet it had created devastating after effects.
 A terrible shockwave was discharged in the wind.
 The air twisted and the winds’ trajectory was torn apart. Her magic wasn’t even able to touch Desir instead plunging into the ground harmlessly.
 “Impossible!” Romantica paled as she saw her magic get canceled out right in front of her eyes. Her magic had contained several hundred times more mana than the small amount he had to pay to analyze it.
 This was the difference in skill. Desir had outclassed Romantica purely in magic skill. She’d pretty much lost already.
 Desir spoke again. “I’d like to end things here and now. I have someone I absolutely want to defeat even more than you.” Desir started picking up speed as he ran towards Romantica.
 Romantica came to her senses as she saw him rapidly approaching. “You…you still can’t win against me!” she desperately shouted as she shuddered. “You can’t use magic after all, can you? But I can! I can still bring you down as long as I keep attacking you!” This was her last hope. It wasn’t over just yet.
 Desir smiled as she uttered that sentence. “Romantica, there’s three things you missed.” Desir raised three fingers. He continued as he lowered one finger, “First, I may be helplessly weak, but I can still use magic.”
 Magic formulas appeared in front of him one by one. His magic may be dreary and impure just like his unstable mana circle but it was definitely still magic.
 Desir lowered a second finger. “Second, your target wasn’t even me from the start.”
 *Koogogooogoong*
 As soon as the magic activated, the completed magic formulas appeared right in front of their eyes. Desir began chanting.
 [Sled on ice.][The power to slide forward endlessly.]
 [Grease.]
 1st circle physical type spell, Grease.
 It simply removed friction and was one of the simplest, most basic spells. The mana cost implicated with activating such a spell was so insignificant that even a 1st circle mage like Desir could easily use it without worrying about his mana count.
 “Damn it!” Romantica cursed. This was his plan all along! If she fell down here, she would definitely fall behind. Romantica instantly lowered her center of gravity in a desperate attempt to avoid slipping.
 ‘It’s…… not slippery?’&nbsp;To her surprise, nothing happened.
 Desir lowered the third finger. “Third, it seems you forgot, but this Shadow World isn’t a magic competition, but a race.”
 At that moment, he cast another spell.
 [Fireball.]
 1st circle attack spell.
 A simple, basic spell that created a ball of flame in front of the caster.
 ‘No way! He’s capable of multi-casting?”&nbsp;Romantica was in shock. Multi-casting was only supposed to be possible for top-class mages. Casting two spells at the same time required acute concentration and calculation ability. “Incredible. But that’s all there is to it. You won’t be able to take me down with the likes of a Fireball, you do know that right?”
 As Romantica looked at him with a bewildered expression, Desir asked her, “Here’s a question, Romantica. Where did I use my first spell, ‘Grease’?”
 “……”
 Desir answered rhetorically, “The answer is: myself and as a result, my body is completely frictionless now.”
 Romantica didn’t get it. She asked, dumbfounded, “So what?”
 Desir shook his head. “Romantica, you learned about the law of action and reaction, right?”
 “Of course!”
 Romantica exclaimed. It was a very simple law, at that. If you push something, you get pushed back. A simple concept.
 “If someone pushed me from behind, what would happen to me?” Desir asked.
 “You’d get pushed forward, of course.”
 “Then what if someone shoves me with significant force from behind? For example, an impact as strong as a bomb?”
 Romantica turned her gaze towards Desir. She noticed a Fireball as big as a basketball flaming next to him. “You, you gotta be kidding me……”
 As she stammered in disbelief, Desir nodded and said calmly, “I’m going to use the force generated by the Fireball.”
 “You’re insane!” Romantica swore despite herself. What sort of idiotic and unreasonable idea was this!
 “Calculating my bodily reaction to the Fireball’s explosive force, my maximum speed will reach a peak of about 327 kilometers per hour. It’ll be a piece of cake to catch up to Ajest all the way at the front, considering the likeliness of maintaining this speed until the end.”
 Romantica’s face was visibly paling as she stammered out, “There’s no way you’ll be safe like that! No, if you hit something at that speed, you’ll die long before you can react to it!”
 Desir answered with the same overwhelming calm he had shown the whole time. “But Romantica, you said yourself just a moment ago.” He laughed softly, as he continued, “We can’t die in this Shadow World, so we are free to use all our power. That goes for me as well.”
 Romantica’s eyes opened wide.
 Suddenly, Desir’s Fireball exploded.
 *Boom!*
 Accompanying the loud sound of the explosion was Desir who got instantly propelled forward. He was so fast that getting a glimpse of him was tough.
 Romantica was the only one left now.
 As Desir disappeared from view, she stopped running. She had realized running was utterly meaningless at this point. “What……” Romantica looked in the direction Desir had been launched to and muttered to herself in the desolate calm, “Where in the world did that lunatic pop out from?”
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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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 In his previous life, Chi Fang was taken care of by his family and grew up comfortably.
 When the Chi family fell and their parents and brothers were not there, Chi Fang propped up the Chi family alone.
 Relying on several projects of Yuchi Group, Chi Fang barely kept the Chi family. However, he did not hold on.
 After the resurrection, Chi Fang returned to high school.
 This time, he decided to study hard, protect his family, and reach the pinnacle of his life. However, I never expected that the future power of Yuchi Group would be his high school classmate?
 But, isn’t this big guy a bit too cold?
 No one at the same table, no friends, always alone, but it is an unpredictable school bully!
 Chi Fang looked at the back of the big brother, thinking of the previous projects to save himself, carefully probing out a paw and poking at the big brother’s arm.
 –Now, classmate, are you friends?
 Yu Mo has been clever since he was a child, he is a little quiet, he doesn’t like being touched, and he never fears anything.
 However, he found himself inexplicably “afraid” of Chi Fang in his class.
 Obviously the man was soft and cute like a little white rabbit, but he cared inexplicably.
 Later, he found that the bunny seemed black.
 Later, he found that his feelings for the little black rabbit were not right.
 Until one day, Yu Mo suddenly realized, seriously: Chi Fang, I like you.
 A two-way crush.
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 Yu Chu was a powerful character in a novel who constantly stirred up trouble, but after transmigrating, he turned from a little demon that kept the masses under his spell into a pitiful little thing that everyone bullied.
 Drugging, power struggles, fratricidal rivalries… Yu Chu resolved everything one by one. He snickered and prepared to recuperate in this peaceful world. As for those noisy “flies” that disturbed him, they were slapped to death by his hand.
 Looking at those foolish “flies”, Yu Chu did not have the slightest ups and downs inside and slowly extended his hand of fate to the “flies” necks…
 Slap!
 The hand of fate was heavily slapped away.
 “What are you staring at people for? It’s just that you didn’t get the last two custard buns. Do you still want to kill and rob them for the buns?” Xie XingMu, with his serious handsome face, lectured him coldly.
 Yu Chu was very dissatisfied with this mysterious pseudo-‘former personal bodyguard’.
 Even though Xie XingMu was tall, handsome, and rich, and had saved him many times from life and death; even though this man, as a former bodyguard, gave him food, shelter, and money when he, a young man, was living on the street, he was not pleased.
 Xie XingMu controlled him to death in all aspects, not only checked his whereabouts at any time, but also installed a tracker on his cell phone, and was always buzzing around like an old mother.
 Yu Chu was living with this oppressive wife and touched the back of his hand, which was slapped red. He was fierce in his heart: Sooner or later, I will kill this biggest “fly” by holding it down.
 Later, he was held down, indeed, held down.
 He cried and was pressed beneath Xie XingMu and almost killed.
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 Su Huayi became the vicious adopted son with the same name in a novel about the struggle of the rich.
 He was adopted as a child into the Su family. He was beautiful but with a scorpion’s heart. He repeatedly persecuted his older brother and tried to take over the family business.
 Su Huayi transmigrated at a time when the original owner was up to his usual schemes.
 He crawled out from under his elder brother’s bed and looked up to meet the latter face-to-face.
 Su Chi’s expression was sullen: “What are you doing here?”
 Su Huayi shyly bowed his head: “… I wanted to give you a surprise.”
 *
 As the eldest son of the Su family, Su Chi not only managed the family business but also had to take care of his younger brothers. He was planning to give that malicious adopted brother some trouble, to let him know that the sea of bitterness has no end and that he should turn a new leaf…
 Su Huayi: It all depends on the waves.
 Su Chi: “…”
 To protect himself, Su Huayi acted coquettish to the point of no return, but he did not notice that the look in his elder brother’s eyes had gradually changed.
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 He became stronger, faster than anyone else… but he lost. In the end, there was only despair for Kim YuWon.
 In his last moments, he was given another chance… Through the sacrifice of his comrade, his fate had not been sealed yet.
 Returning back to the past, he attempts to climb the Tower again with his unmatched talent.
 To fight the ancient evils that threatens to destroy the Tower.
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 Ning Xingzhou is bound with a “healing system”, dedicated to conveying truth, goodness and beauty, and to influence villains from all walks of life.
 Under his guidance, the apocalyptic bosses are dedicated to benevolence , the campus gangsters are admitted to the world’s prestigious schools, and the cultivator puts down the butcher knife to become a god…
 Ning Xingzhou asked himself to play the role of a life mentor to the
 fullest , but…
 Ning Xingzhou met those cold and paranoid eyes, he rubbed his sore lower back, wanting to cry without tears.
 He obviously took the route of innocence and healing, how come all of them are blackened!
 Before every villain went black, they walked through a rough road. The road was dark and they couldn’t see their fingers. They became paniced , gloomy, sick, and paranoid. Finally merged with the darkness.
 But one day, there was a light in the darkness.
 They went mad, crazy, and by fair means or foul just wanted to hold the light firmly in the palm of their hands and hold on to it till their deaths.
 (I could have tolerated the darkness, if I had never seen the light.)
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 The youngest, silly fourteenth son of the Yan Emperor had reached the age where he should be given a separated territory now. He rejected the wealthy land, neighbouring the capital city, and instead chose the wildest land in the western region— Liangcheng. Everyone shook their heads and sighed. A fool is indeed a fool. If you go to Liangcheng, you will be killed by barbarians in less than three to five years. 
 One year later, the watermelon presented to the Emperor as the tribute from Liangcheng in the west was sweet and crispy. There was no one in the palace who did not love it. 
 Two years later, Liangcheng presented corn as a tribute to the Emperor. The yield was high, and the taste was good. No one in the country could resist liking it. 
 Three years later, Liangcheng defeated the barbarians and presented their prisoners in front of the imperial court. The people of Yan were excited and their morale was greatly boosted. 
 Four years later… Everyone said that the fourteenth prince Mingyu was a fool, while the little fatty Yu, who transmigrated with the golden finger, chuckled. Let’s see how you guys look at this fool build his own territory, then. 
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 This is the story of a Kantas couple’s successful efforts to lay (steal) eggs: 
 “… You stole it?” Black’s expression tensed as he cautiously lowered his body, using his wings to conceal the nest more tightly. 
 “I didn’t steal–” Listening to Black’s question, White’s expression became prouder. He stuffed the large white egg beneath his butt as he replied excitedly, “I laid it!” 
 Boom– Black seemed to have heard the sound of a string known as rationality snapping in his head. 
 He finally knew what was more infuriating than a husband leaving home for half a year only to come back with a wife three months pregnant. Which was– 
 A wife leaving home for a few days to find out that his husband had laid an egg! 
 The story’s protagonist → Meng Jiuzhao (crying) : I am that egg. 
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 Chen Qi’s life was as ordinary as his name. He didn’t expect that he would one day suddenly encounter something like crossing over into another world, let alone crossing over into the dangerous world of beastmen. He can’t hunt or change into a beast form, and even his physical strength was a slag’s level, so how would he survive in this dangerous beastman world?
 Too dangerous outside? No matter, build a house, find food, make a comfortable home, and live in the beastmen tribe.
 No tribe? No matter, we’ll build one ourselves.
 This was the story of an ordinary person who worked hard every day to live and strived to make his life better.
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 Wen Liunian is Cangmang City’s newly appointed prefect.
 The common people banged on their gongs and drums, thinking the lord official will be like before, a big, strong man built like an iron tower, but no one expected it to be a skinny and weak bookworm that walked out of the coach.
 Lord Wen looked around, furrowed his brows and exclaimed, “This place really is poor.”
 The people heard and their hearts shattered all over the ground, we don’t want that either, but on the mountains outside of the city there are bandits.
 ——
 The Bandit’s Strategy is the third book in Yu Xiao Lan Shan’s Jianghu/Strategy series. Each book is standalone, but there are character cameos and mentions that don’t disrupt the flow of the main story of each book.
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 My WeChat friend, he might not be a human.
 In an accident, Jian Mei added a WeChat friend. The other party didn’t follow stars and surf the internet, he lived as if in ancient times. Although he was exceptionally cold, Jian Mei cherished this friendship, even though the other party seemed… somewhat abnormal:
 Jian Mei: “I ate fried chicken and hamburger today. How about you?”
 The other party: “Nutrient solution.”
 Jian Mei: “I usually like playing games and watching movies. How about you?”
 The other party: “Assembling the mecha and reading the memorial.”
 Jian Mei: ?
 In the 26th year of Xingyuan, the universe entered an era of rapid development. Lu Xingwang, the Third Prince of the strongest planet, Stan Star was weak and sickly. He was criticized by the outside world for his physique. He had a dark temperament and never communicated with the outside world.
 One day
 Lu Xingwang found that his information terminal would inexplicably receive strange chat messages.
 Strange sticker package, wordy nonsense, although boring, but slowly became the only hope in his dark years.
 29th year of Xingyuan
 The royal family was in turmoil, and Lu Xingwang, the third prince, was formally established as a prince.
 It should have been the liveliest time, but the only problem was that the person who always looked for him every day seemed to have lost contact recently, and there was no news anymore.
 Until a year later
 His Royal Highness had no intention of seeing a missing person notice on the interstellar network, “Lu Dazhuang from an unknown planet, your friend Jian Mei is anxiously looking for you. If you see the message, please call us.”
 Lu Xingwang: “……”
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 Ge Xiu is a nefarious star criminal. After being arrested, according to the Interstellar Supreme Law, he will face two choices: either serve a sentence of 1156 years in black prison or enter countless virtual worlds and become a miserable person who is tortured and abused all his life. How much he suffers is how much his sentence can be reduced. Ge Xiu chose the second one without hesitation.
 So… The trial surveillance system stared dumbfounded at the Former•Interstellar Most•Wanted•Criminal•Currently•Weak•Poor Ge Xiu in the virtual world, punching the empire, kicking the Federation, overthrowing oppression and building a new world. Then he turned his head to the camera and cried: “I’ve had a miserable life, really.”
 “…” The surveillance system that was about to explode of anger: “Like hell I’d believe you!”
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 Wen Cheng never thought that one day he would be killed by his lover.
 But after he was killed, he found that Yu Linfei being so cold-blooded wasn’t the most incredible thing. The most incredible thing was that he’d become a cat.
 It was enough to become a cat, but why was he taken back and raised by Yu Linfei?
 In addition, he suffered countless overt guns and hidden arrows… God ah, Wen Cheng had a wish, he just wanted to be a good cat!
 Only when his former lover’s veils were peeled off layer by layer, Wen Cheng discovered in despair that the originator of all this evil was unexpectedly…
 What kind of beauty could this splendid and highly poisonous dream bring?
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