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 　　 It is August 27, 1991, 4:40 pm.
 　　 The hottest period of the summer day has passed, and there are more pedestrians on the street. Northampton, a small city in central England between the two metropolises of London and Birmingham, finally became more lively as it approached dusk.
 　　 The lush green lawns on Witton Road are now withered, which was caused by the severe drought and insufficient water supply some time ago. After more than two months of repeated discussions, the local council finally formulated a plan to temporarily connect a pipeline from the Severn River 30 miles away in the last week of the summer to protect local residents' water during the drought.
 　　 Of course, even if the lawn is no longer green, it will not affect the boys lying on it.
 　　 Matthew, for example, is doing this right now.
 　　 Matthew Wickfield, eleven years old, has black hair and brown eyes, and a thin figure; he just graduated from a local prep school in Northampton a few months ago and is about to enter middle school.
 　　 At this moment, he was lying on the yellow lawn, looking at the sky with his eyes, and muttering to himself:
 　　 "I really waited for three days and three days, it's already the end of August...If Hogwarts doesn't write to me again, I have to go to Eaton!"
 　　 The breeze was blowing around the neat hedges, the leaves were swaying with the wind, the boy suddenly sighed.
 　　……
 　　Matthew is a traverser.
 　　 Three months ago, when he first came to this world, he thought he had only traveled thirty years ago and came to England in the 1990s.
 　　 But as time went on, he discovered more and more things that were wrong——
 　　 First of all, the frequent owls.
 　　In just one month after the crossing, he witnessed three different owls flying across his sight three times, which is more than the number of times he has seen wild owls in his previous life after living for 20 or 30 years.
 　　 One of the most impressive times was when he was eating one morning, through the window, he saw a beautiful big bird with white feathers and black spots, and stopped for a while under the eaves.
 After he went to the local library to check relevant information, he concluded that the big bird he had witnessed was a kind of owl called "snowy owl". This kind of owl is used to living in frozen soil and tundra. Siberia, Alaska and other places are more common. In 1979 it was listed as a Class I protected animal by the Washington Convention (CITES).
 　　 In other words, under normal circumstances, it is impossible for him to encounter this kind of creature in central England.
 　　 Then by chance, he noticed a few weird people in cloaks.
 It was at Charing Cross Road in London. He was buying books over there and met those weird people... Several guys in strange costumes, sneaky, ignoring the surrounding passers-by; then he blinked at Dennis. , Suddenly disappeared from the street.
 　　 (Note: Charing Cross Road is a famous bookstore street in London.)
 　　 Matthew, who had already had doubts, bought a detailed map of "Surrey County".
 　　 After lying on the map for a night, he found a place called "Xiaohuijin District" and a street called "Private Road" on it.
 It is impossible to find these two places on any normal 1991 map of the United Kingdom—because these two place names are both an author named Rowling, who is writing her work "Harry Potter "It was made up by myself.
 　　 The situation seems to be clear at a glance!
 　　 After further exploration, Matthew was surprised to find that there are some "special functions" in him.
 　　 is very unstable and uncontrolled, but there is a special function.
 　　 For example, during a meal, a few yards away, he made a glass burst by himself with a look in his eyes...
 　　 Looking at the broken glass slag, Matthew realized a little--
 　　 There seems to be an unexpected gain in this crossing?
 　　……
 　　 So since July, Matthew has been patiently waiting for letters from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
 　　Because he firmly believes that he has crossed into the wizarding world of Harry Potter, and his true identity is a Muggle-born wizard.
 　　 originally hoped to rely on the advantages of the prophets of the traversers, and struggled in England for more than ten years, trying to live a life of backward waves.
 Now that you are in the wizarding world, you only need to enter Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to learn a little magic, and quietly master spells such as Obfuscation, Oblivion, and Phantom. century?
 　　 Ideals are beautiful, the future is bright, and reality is cruel.
 　　 Then is the beginning scene.
 　　Poor Matthew, from the beginning of July, waited until the end of August. It's a pity that I haven't received any letters related to keywords such as wizards, Hogwarts, and magic.
 　　 At first I thought it was just an owl being late, but then I was a little doubtful about life--
 　　 Those things I experienced before are all illusions, this is not a magical world at all.
 　　 The snowy owl was just a hapless person who was lost and got the wrong direction, so he flew to England from Siberia and happened to be seen by himself.
 　　 The weird people on Charing Cross Road are actually just a few hippies who are curious and disguised, they are not wizards at all.
 　　 As for the glass that exploded, the truth is that the reaction of heat expansion and contraction caused by too hot weather has nothing to do with magic...
 　　 Well, even if it’s not a wizarding world, it’s not bad.
 　　 At any rate, he is also a traverser from thirty years later, and continues to rely on the advantage of prophecy, UU reading www.uukanshu. com work hard.
 　　 In the recent period, Matthew has been comforting himself and adjusting his mentality.
 　　……
 　　 At this moment, a red postal car stopped on the side of the road——
 　　 "Is Mr. Matthew Wickfield here?" The postman who got out of the car shouted loudly, "Here is a letter addressed to you."
 　　 Slowly got up from the lawn and walked to the post car to pick up the letter, and Matthew was suddenly stunned.
 　　 The envelope of this letter is made of heavy parchment paper without a stamp.
 　　 The address is written in emerald ink and is very clear: Northampton, Upton, 226 Witton Road, Mr. Matthew Wickfield basking on the lawn.
 　　 "Is the owl really late?" He turned the envelope over in a strange way.
 　　 has a wax seal, a shield coat of arms, a capital "H" letter, and a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake are surrounded by it.
 　　 But this long-awaited letter is much thinner than I thought.
 　　 The boy took a deep breath and tore the envelope open. Somewhat unexpectedly, there was only a thin piece of paper with very brief content written on it:
 　　"To Mr. Wickfield:
 　　 Please inform that you have been approved to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The semester is scheduled to start on September 1.
 　　Vita Rozier (female), Vice President of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "
 　　 It's just that Matthew Wickfield failed to see the name at the end of this letter. Because the moment he touched the letter paper, it seemed as if an invisible hand grabbed him and pulled him forward heavily; then he lifted his feet off the ground and flew up, only a whistling was heard in his ears The wind.
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 Matthew Wickfield always believed that he had traveled to the world of Harry Potter.
 My true identity is a Muggle wizard who is about to go to Hogwarts to study.
 He guessed very right, but also very wrong.
 He does go to Hogwarts, but that is no longer the warm, happy and naive magic school in his memory.
 The night has fallen, the reign of the devil is continuing, mystery and fear spread, blood and death are accompanied.
 And the only hope was already imprisoned on the tower of Newmontgard..
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 While the rest walk on the destined path, he alone treaded on the treacherous one; drowning in his own darkness. Pitch-black tongues of fire flickered in his heart, dancing on his fingertips; flames potent enough to burn away the light itself. Whenever his sword undressed from scabbard, it pierced through space and time. The sharp edge flaring golden and red, turning and twisting between the fragile fringes of good and evil. Immortal sects rise and fall with a mere gesture of his hands; songs of karma never cease playing… 
 Untouched by the allure of the mortal world, he cultivates the heavenly and eternal Dao, laying abandon to time in that timeless dimension. 
 Witness how he fought, fell, and rose again. 
 The saga of a man who forged his path to immortality, spirituality, and his ultimate attainment of the Great Enlightenment. 
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 “When the four continents are overturned, I shall step into the Heavenly Realm of the Spirit Mountain and wield my weapon.” Standing atop the ten-thousand petal lotus platform, wearing a snow-white Buddhist robe, Ji Yuenian’s raven-black long hair cascaded down like a waterfall. He had a look of indifference as he gazed at the ethereal and vast Sacred Mount Meru, far away in the west. 
 Where individuals meet, regardless of Immortal or mortal, sit and recite the Yellow Court Classic. The story begins from one of the four continents.
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 Buildings collapsed, and cities were wiped out, and human beings shivered in the cracks. Only Zhao Guanren stood up and said, “if you stay in the same position, you will undoubtedly die.” Gouzhe! The trick is also…
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 “Where am I?” The first thing he had in his mind.
 Lin Fan was confused when he looked at the furniture and decoration in the house.
 “Am I hallucinating because of playing games for five days straight? What’s with decoration and furniture in the house? it looks like from ancient times.”
 “No electricity, no internet, no cellphone… Where the hell am I?”
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 The Heavenly Emperor of a generation was betrayed by his closest friends. With the Devouring Heavens Sword Technique that he obtained in the Taixu Secret Realm, he reincarnated thousands of years later. Cultivating the Devouring Heavens Technique, he devoured all kinds of spirits, he defied the heavens. He reigned supreme over the nine firmaments after extinguishing ancient gods and killing sages. Treading on the corpses of his enemies, he became a Supreme Sword God!
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 Introduction: “There is a ghost knocking on the door and is about to break in. What should I do? Wait online, hurry!” 
 Lin Chuan was entangled by ghosts. When he was desperate, he activated the ghost and god dungeon system and won the only SSSSS talent-a hundredfold reward! Get everything and be blessed a hundred times! The first world is the world of Uncle Jiu! Ever since… 
 “Get a year of cultivation base, Ding! Bless a hundred times, get a hundred years of cultivation base!” 
 “Get a ten-year peach wood sword, Ding! Bless a hundred times, get a thousand-year peach wood sword!” 
 “Get the corpse talisman, Ding! Blessing…
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 “From today onwards, you will become the Envoy of one of the Main Gods in the Dimensions of Gods. You will travel from one world to another and through that, you will attain what others will never obtain in their entire life.”
 The moment these words echoed in Fang Li’s head, Fang Li’s life was destined to be extraordinary…
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 This is both a work of science fiction and an exploration of the meaning of life, love, literature and art. Brainpower is no longer the main ingredient for being human in this far distant future world. Spirituality, physical balance, and diligence all come together as integrity for Chen Mu, the Card Apprentice. The cards which Chen Mu masters in his own scrappy way, distill all the powers of the cosmos – human and nonhuman – into something that is not a book, not technology, and neither art nor magic, but is these and more. Learn about these strange cards, which can embody everything you might imagine for the future of technology, but also a future beyond technology which promotes the best, and sometimes the worst, from mankind’s past.
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 It’s okay to be reborn a few years ago, but inexplicably changed from a man to a legal loli, and in order to save his life, he can only become a villain!
 Xu Xianxian: “Have you ever seen such a pure and unpretentious villain as me?!”
 Do something?
 flat chest?
 One meter five?
 Those that don’t exist are all fake. Without this kind of manipulation, it’s useless no matter how skinned it is. Don’t try to lie to me to kill!
 This is a story of a passerby who can be stepped on everywhere, in order to reverse the established future and become the ultimate villain boss.
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 The world is a sea of bitterness.
 The mortal swims in the sea.
 The body is the vessel.
 The soul is the mortal on the vessel.
 The vessel carries the mortal as it sails endlessly towards the other side of the sea.
 Does cultivating the body strengthen the vessel enough to reach the other side of this sea of misery?
 Or does cultivating the soul give the mortal on the vessel the ability to master swimming?
 Cultivating according to the martial path allows one to become an Earthly Immortal.
 Cultivating according to the immortal path allows one to become a Divine Immortal.
 Which path should be chosen?
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 “Your stats are lower than that of your average person.”
 The weakest by a mile among the otherworldlers of class 1-A, Takatsuki Makoto.
 The Heroes and Sages who had cheat skills in his class had went off, and the base set lifespan is 10 years?
 The Great Demon Lord is going to revive soon?
 I am a Mage Apprentice?
 Isn’t the balance way too bad? This damn Isekai is a tr*sh game!
 “Want to be my believer?”, the Goddess that told me this has zero believers!
 Aah, this is bad…I don’t think I can clear this. The Goddess with zero believers is an incredible beauty, and she is telling me she is imprisoned somewhere and is waiting to be saved. My last and hardest mission is to save the Goddess.
 Clearing this Isekai that only has adversities, the story of the weakest mage.
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 There’s SIS in great Britain, CIA in the US. In Huaxia, there’s Dragon Division, known as the mysterious power of the East.
 When a soldier that originally failed to be selected to join, appeared on the Dragon Division’s list again, no one noticed, that this inconspicuous and humble looking guy was actually the Dragon King of the division, the one that’s most difficult to deal with.
 He was a man, whose appearance gave every one existential crisis, including a fly that was consecutively caught by him with a pair of chopsticks.
 Of course, this story is hilarious as well. 
 [Shen Yao laughed. “You think I would help you? For what reason?”
 Xu Cheng sighed. “Shen Yao, to be honest, you are really pretty.”
 “Humph.” Shen Yao snorted coldly, “Can you elaborate on that for me?”
 “I don’t know how to get into details, but I can only say that when I accidentally tore your skirt today, I got a boner.” ]
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 Fox fairy, painted skin, evil spirit…
 All kinds of sprites are rampant.
 Buddhism, fairy gods, magic talisman, five elements, hiding fate, descending from god…
 All kinds of Taoist magical powers are full of mystery.
 This is a person born to carry great cause and effect, follow the mysterious master to practice the supreme miracle, and the great cause and effect can come to this strange world of methods.
 Relying on the power of causality to open up various things, spells are difficult to practice, and the power of causality is directly added, and it is completed in minutes, and the cultivation base is low.
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