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 Body Reconstruction Complete.
 Dorian felt his eyes waver as he left the Evolution Space in his mind, flashing lights blinding him. A feeling of heaviness sank into his head, as if he had just comprehended a great deal of information.
 He blinked, looking around carefully.
 The world around him seemed to have transformed.
 The colors of the tall, luscious green trees were richer, the sounds of the forest teeming with life louder, the fresh scent of the wild stronger. The world around him had become more beautiful, more potent, more full.
 Something was odd, however. His perspective of this world… it seemed to be a bit off.
 The tall trees he was looking at seemed to have grown enormous.
 He twirled his head back and forth, looking about in confusion. Abruptly, he looked down at his body and came to a realization.
 It wasn’t the forest that had grown. It was him that had shrunk!
 His body had transformed into that of a small, green scaled lizard, with a pair of tiny wings. He had a leathery, scaled hide that gleamed darkling, extremely appealing to the eye. He was around half a meter long, with an adorable face and small claws. His eyes gleamed a dark grey color, filled with mysterious light.
 -Myyr Dragon – Growth Stage: (1/4) Myyr Hatchling-
 – Growth Progress – 2,313/2000 –
 He examined his status, looking it over in his head. As he read it, he noticed that his Growth Progress had exceeded the needed value. He also noted that the required value was much larger than the Red Salamander needed.
 ‘Ausra? Why haven’t I evolved into the second Growth Stage?’ He queried.
 ‘After Evolving, your Soul requires a short period of time to adapt to a new form. Your Soul is currently at the Sky Class Stage. Therefore, you will require roughly 30 hours for your body to fully adapt to this form. The stronger your soul, the less the adaptation period.” Ausra’s reply was cool and concise. The genie continued,
 ‘After your Soul has adapted, you may switch freely between any forms you have previously Evolved from, and your present form.’
 Dorian licked his lips. His tongue was much longer than it had been when he was a Red Salamander.
 ‘Thanks Ausra.’ He replied, mentally shrugging. It seemed he would just have to wait.
 He walked over to a tree, tapping on it several times.
 His claws easily pierced through it. However, with just the physical strength of his body, he was unable to snap the tree like he did when he was an Elder Red Salamander. If he exerted himself he could snap it, but it was close.
 Though his Soul Spell Matrix had reached the Sky Class, he was unable to make up for the limitations of his body entirely.
 ‘Ausra, what Class am I right now?’ he mentally asked the genie in his Soul Spell Matrix.
 ‘Myyr Dragons have 4 distinct stages of growth. A Myyr Hatchling is typically at the Mortal Class. However, with your Sky Class Soul Spell Matrix strengthening your physical form, you are presently an Earth Class beast. Once you achieve the 2nd Stage of growth, you should become a full fledged Sky Class beast.” Ausra replied.
 ‘Alright.’ He shrugged. It seemed there was nothing he could do about it for now. He really would just have to wait out the 30 hours.
 Well, there was one thing he could do.
 His eyes gleamed. He could still hunt, and absorb more energy to add to his Growth Progress.
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 “Lord Henry.” Hadrion gave a nod of recognition to the man before him as he addressed him by his Class title, his voice slightly respectful. Black energy floated around his head, vaguely taking on the shape of a halo as he talked.
 “Lord Hardion. I have heard a great deal of your heroic exploits in the worlds of Mesor, Numel, and Tolantris. What, may I ask, brings you here to Hasnorth? And here, to my humble Kingdom?”
 An elderly man wearing an expensive silk and lace black set of robes sat upon a throne, staring at the wizard in front of him. A powerful sense of authority rolled off his tongue as he spoke, his wizened eyes gleaming. He had a short head of white hair, and a very long white beard that added to his majestic appearance. A glowing, blue crown that appeared to be made out of water rested upon his forehead.
 This was the Lord Class Wizard Henry Mallion, the Ruler of the Obsidia River Empire. His voice balanced his respect for the young talent before him with a sense of strength from his own age, experience, and might.
 The throne was set in a large hall, where several dozen brilliant pillars made out of some blue rock supported a magnificently painted ceiling, a picture of an enormous river cutting through mountains visible. The hall had been cleared for Hadrion when he arrived. Only himself, some of his subordinates and the Fate Department Wizards they had teamed up with, as well as a few old men standing near the man sitting on the throne.
 “I will not mince words.” Hadrion’s voice was gruff as he spoke, as if not used to interacting with other people,
 “His Highness Telmon has instructed all the Departments to investigate anomalous signals in fate that have appeared in various locations. One of these anomalies appeared here on Hasnorth.” Hadrion waved his hand behind him, at a plain faced woman standing with a few blue robed figures. Larah Consta, a Grandmaster Class Wizard who studied Fate Magic.
 Larah nodded her head slightly, replying,
 “The Fate Department has pinpointed the occurrences on Hasnorth to the western locale of your empire.”
 The Ruler of the Obsidia River Empire blinked, his eyes widening slightly.
 If this was an order from the Wizard King Telmon… this was absolutely not something his empire could afford to refuse.
 “We will, of course, cooperate with his highness Telmon.” The Obsidia River Empire’s voice continued a slight hint of shock. Behind him, several elderly robed men were currently reeling, staring agape at Hadrion. Faintly, Hardion could make out that they were all decently powerful Wizards, at least at the Grandmaster Class. Not bad for a random kingdom on a minor world.
 Hadrion nodded, not expecting any less. A kingdom in a minor world like Hasnorth wouldn’t dare ignore the word of the Wizard King. He turned to look at Larah behind him.
 Larah stepped all the way forward, her eyes placid.
 “After consulting with Fate, we have come up with a plan we would like to implement. We have 9 Master Class Fate Wizards here that will begin immediate Fortellings to locate the areas affected by Fate. However, due to the general nature of reading Fate, we would like to ask for your cooperation in expanding a search net, and deploying teams of Wizards to contain the anomaly…”
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 “Ssaauurrrr.” Dorian’s voice was raspy, hissing and nearly incomprehensible as he sat on a boulder, looking out at a distant sunset.
 “Saaooouuuurrr. Soouuwwwrrr. Sooouuurre. Soouur. Sour. Sour.” Dorian played with the word in his mouth, trying to properly say it. He smiled triumphantly as he got the word to sound out clear.
 “That fruit was ssoouur.” He muttered, his tiny draconic form turning to look at a mostly eaten Magic Herb lying next to him.
 It had been an eventful day. After transforming into a Myyr Hatchling, he had decided to go hunting for beasts to absorb, trying to gain more energy to store.
 He had already cleared out a large part of the forest he had spawned in at, so he’d made the decision to leave there, journeying back towards the mountains. The Mountain Deer he’d seen earlier looked mighty appetizing to him in his draconic form.
 In terms of speed, as a Myyr Hatchling he was much quicker than he had been as an Elder Red Salamander. He was able to deftly move through the forest, jumping from tree branch to tree branch.
 Before he managed to get the hang of that movement style, he’d smashed his face into several different branches, and even a tree trunk once. Once he kept at it, though, he managed to pick up a natural gait.
 Unfortunately, when he arrived at the mountains, the only beasts he ran into were a herd of Iron Oxen moving through a valley, and an enormous Blue Furred Ape that crashed down in a hurry away from the mountain, fleeing towards the forest.
 He wasn’t too keen on trying to fight an entire herd of powerful beasts yet, and the Blue Furred Ape was a Master Class Beast, according to Ausra, and would crush him in a fight.
 Thankfully, he’d found a Blue Onion Sweetberry on the way, another type of Magic Herb that added a small amount of energy to his storage, as well as keeping him fed.
 He had returned all the way to the center of the mountains, to the valley between the two shattered peaks.
 He was currently sitting on a random outcropping halfway up one of these shattered peaks, looking out at the sunset wistfully.
 “Moooothraaa. Mottthheeey. Motthheerr. Motherr. Mother.” He muttered softly, his voice quiet. Myyr Dragons, like most Draconic beasts in the 30,000 worlds, possessed the ability to communicate. It required a bit of practice, however.
 “Fattherr. Father.” He sighed, his heart all of a sudden feeling heavy. As he thought of his mother and father, memories he had suppressed ever since coming to this strange world began to flood into his mind.
 The memories of his previous life flashed before him. His childhood, growing up with his loving parents as an only child. His best friends Jessica, Phillip, and Tom. Past girlfriends, past lovers. Thankfully he’d been single when he passed into this world, but he still grieved for the pain his parents must feel.
 He wondered if he would ever see them again.
 Dorian was silent as he looked out at the dying sun, his eyes glimmering.
 You never knew what you had till you lost it. He regretted not telling his parents he loved them, just one more time. He regretting not taking that chance, asking that girl of his dreams out. He regretted not finishing his goals, earning his final degree, getting in shape.
 As he lay on that deserted rock, tears began to fall down his face. He rocked back and forth, curling up slightly, his small claws clutching at his emerald scales.
 A breeze rustled past the empty valley as the fading light of day passed, the tendrils of night slowly unveiling. The chaotic echoes of the forest began to fade, the world transforming into an abandoned maze of darkness, an eerie reflection of the once full day.
 Leaving alone a small, green scaled dragon, gazing at a vast, empty sky.
 Dorian sighed again, closing his eyes. He took several deep, ragged breaths, shaking the tears from his head.
 He opened his eyes anew, a powerful, enthralling light filling them.
 What use was there, of regretting the long gone past? To dwell on regrets was a path of harm, danger, and death.
 He can’t change what is already done. As far as he knew, there was no going back.
 The Dorian of that world was dead.
 He was still Dorian, but a Dorian born anew.
 In this life, he would have no regrets. He would live to the fullest, however that would be, and wherever that would take him.
 Life was too precious to worry about otherwise.
 He nodded his head and shook out his tiny wings, his eyes sharpening as he turned around, moving down the mountain towards the small cave he’d discovered earlier, heading off to rest.
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 Dorian was out celebrating his college graduation when a car slammed into him, and darkness took hold.
 He awoke to find himself in a strange new body, in a strange new world.
 One world among 30,000 fantastical worlds, where the mighty rule, where mystic beasts walk the earth, and magic spells warp reality.
 For Dorian to survive in these worlds, unfettered and free, living by his strong moral code, he will need great strength.
 He must make use of his strange new body and Evolve.
 But there's one catch...
 Dorian wasn't the only one sent into the 30,000 Worlds with the power to Evolve.
 He is the only one from Earth.
 He is the only one that managed to keep his memories.
 He is the Firstborn.
 But he is only one among many.
 Come read as the realm descends into chaos at the arrival of the 88 Anomalies.
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 Jian Ning was an orphan with no one to love or care for him. After finally getting married, his partner passed away less than half a year later. Sitting in the cemetery, he hugged his partner’s tombstone and closed his eyes, falling asleep. When he woke up, he had become a little baby, with short arms and legs, and was thrown into a tr*sh can.
 Jian Ning said, “▼_▼” Is being an orphan my fate again?
 Despite being an orphan, Jian Ning had plenty of experience in surviving. He set two goals for himself: 1. To live well. 2. To find his partner and grow up together, not letting his partner become a villain like in their past life.
 However, within the first hour of setting his goals, he was captured by the most notorious gang in the universe and his life was in danger. Within the third hour, he began to slowly forget memories of his husband. Jian Ning thought to himself, “Help! Is there no easy mode in life?”
 Later, before forgetting his partner completely, Jian Ning left a mark about his partner.
 Within the terrifying gang lair, even the skull was replaced with a pink doll, and the walls were painted a warm yellow. The scruffy gang leader clumsily and gently comforted the little baby who had trouble sleeping at night, saying, “Don’t cry, uncle is here.”
 Growing up in the gang’s hideout, Jian Ning had no household registration and no education. The gang uncles worked hard to send him to school in the empire.
 On his first day of school, Jian Ning met a cold and ruthless little prince. The other students were afraid of the little prince, saying that he had unstable mental power and was a little tyrant. However, Jian Ning held the little prince’s hand and familiarly soothed his troubled mental power. Jianning was good at treating mental power at home for his gang uncles.
 The only royal family with the ability to heal mental power in the entire universe was destroyed two hundred years ago. Since then, people who experience mental power madness can only suffer and die in agony.
 Until one day, a young cub with healing abilities appeared. All the bigwigs who were suffering from mental power torture saw hope. The empire’s war god, the federal marshal, and the neighboring country’s leader all came. They said, “I want custody of this cub.”
 The bad-tempered little tyrant prince protected the cub and coldly warned them, “Dream on! He’s mine.”
 Not far away, the surviving members of the royal family who had run from various places appeared one by one. They angrily said, “You little tyrant, you think too highly of yourself! He’s our cub! Give him back!”
 *Everyone is raising cubs, very sweet.
 *There is a reincarnation and the memory of the Gong takes longer to recover.
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 In a fantasy world where martial artists can split mountains and creeks with a wave of their hand and break rivers with a kick, there exists a little restaurant like this.
 The restaurant isn’t large, but it is a place where countless apex existences will rush into.
 There, you can taste egg-fried rice made from phoenix eggs and dragon blood rice.
 There, you can drink strong wine brewed from vermillion fruit and water from the fountain of life.
 There, you can taste the barbecued meat of a ninth grade supreme beast sprinkled with black pepper.
 What? You want to abduct the chef? That’s not going to happen, because there’s a divine beast of unfathomable level, the Hellhound, lying at the entrance.
 Oh, that chef also has a robotic assistant that killed a ninth grade supreme being with a single hand and a group of crazy women whose stomachs were conquered.
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 My name is Mike Tyson. I was a normal dude that had an abnormal death. I was lucky enough to get reincarnated in another world.
 This is earth, but alternate earth or real? I don't know. But I know that I was born with the fate of a protagonist. Unsuccessful in awakening my innate talent, I spend two years in my middle-school.
 But this year, everything changed. I awakened something, and not just an innate ability but also a unique ability. That was the true start of my life.
 A life that I feared became reality. My fate was in my hand, but the fate of my little dragon was in the hands of the system. Spreading the legs of women in bed, I found a new way to gain strength.
 Heavenly Maidens, Supreme Fairies, shave that cave of yours. My little dragon will fly from one cave to another until it meets the destined cave.
 Embracing the power given to me, I let the beast inside of my soul go wild. I was no longer restricted by anyone or anything.
 The title does not represent me, I represent the title. Spreading the legs of hundred women, I will ascend to that title and become the one and only 'God of Sex'.
 Standing in front of a creature with a dark face and red scales, I broadened my chest and asked "I have talent, looks, money, women, power, and little brother. What gives you the confidence to challenge me?"
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 Ye Huai has two goals in his lifetime: to be a good doctor, and also to be a good doctor who is surrounded by handsome men.
 Unfortunately, after being a doctor for 10 years, he lost his job because of a very handsome man.
 What should he do?
 520: Congratulations! You have been successfully bound to system number 520. The Save the World Task Set is coming soon……
 Ye Huai: ? ? ? ! ! !
 So, today Doctor Ye is busy saving the world……
 520: Lies! You are clearly trying to pick up guys!
 Ye Huai: No, I am very dedicated to fulfilling the great ambition of saving the world.
 Narcissistic and Complex Shou X King of the Silver Screen Gong, along with the newborn system number 520 whose three views are crumbling and reestablishing every day.
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 Left out during elementary school picnic.
 Left out during middle school camp.
 Left out during high school trip.
 I finally became a college student and what? I’m left out from the entire humanity?
 Yu IlHan who protects the earth alone while everybody’s away in other worlds.
 His legend starts after humanity comes back and meets the Great Cataclysm!
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 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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 Ai Qian, a street-crazy author who wakes up every day because of her own poverty, is bound by the system! 
 The system is obedient: Host, you are the daughter of a rich family, you are a billionaire female president, you are a superstar… Are you happy? 
 Ai Qian: Hehe, I might be happier if there is no hero who can kill me at any time.
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 The protagonist is the editor of a women’s literature website.
 Because of his straightforwardness, he has offended many authors of Mary Sue novels who want to sign.
 “Sorry, your writing is exaggerated, and has not yet reached the signing standard.”
 “Sorry, the plot of your work lacks logic and has not yet reached the contracting standard.”
 The resentment of the rejected authors of Mary Sue novels gathered to bring the protagonist to the world of Mary Sue’s novels.
 This is not the worst. The worst thing is that these authors’ exaggerated and terrible descriptions were faithfully restored by the novel world.
 The protagonist rushes to the speed of a hundred meters every morning, looking for a toilet in a huge villa with an area of 100,000 square meters.
 The protagonist did not dare to shed tears, and even dared not yawn hard, because the tears in the book were all diamonds, and the eyes would be embarrassed when he cried.
 When the protagonist is happy, rose flowers float on top of his head. When he is not happy, cherry blossoms fall on his head. The protagonist resolutely shaved himself, but set the overbearing, and the hair grew out after ten seconds.
 The protagonist’s father recharges the bus card of the protagonist every time for 10 million yuan. The protagonist wants his father to buy him a Ferrari. His father kindly refuses because the author did not write it.
 The worst thing is that the protagonist has been engaged to Murong, the son of the world’s largest consortium. Murong is from a mixed country of eighteen countries. He is one year older than the protagonist. He claims that when he was a month old, he fell in love with the protagonist who was still a fertilized egg. Every time the protagonist sees him, he wants to beat him out, but he still has to be soft in Murong’s arms to follow the plot.
 This is actually a Mary Sue novel with an anti-Mary Sue coat…
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 One day, a secret was revealed. 
 Zhang Xueyuan is a girl. 
 The younger brother who was once beaten up by him to the point of doubting his life sneered: “Impossible! Which girl have you ever seen who can pull up a weeping willow?” 
 The man who used to be his nemesis sneered: “Impossible! Which girl have you ever seen beaten up so many people without changing her face?” 
 The Xueba, who once ‘attempted’ to save him, said calmly: “We analyze from the existing facts… Although he wears women’s clothing, it is obvious that he just has a women’s clothing addiction, not…” 
 Someone who was a boss in a certain Mary Suwen exhaled slowly and cocked Erlang’s legs with pretence. Hey, the number of younger brothers has exceeded the standard today.
 Content tags: Time travel, women disguised as men 
 Search keywords: Protagonist: Zhang Xueyuan ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others: 
 One-sentence introduction: To be a big boss is just one word, cool!
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 A con-man and policewoman that are legends of their respective professions suddenly die, then are reincarnated and return to the Tang Dynasty of ancient China as little kids.
 Accepting their second chance and forced restart, they choose to use the modern knowledge and specific talents that they have in their previous lives in order to live comfortably in this new life.
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 Song Yi is a sweet and gentle scum who grew up wandering up to the sky.
 Gu Xingchuan is a suave male god whose beauty crushes everything.
 For the same white moonlight affection, the two have fought for many years.
 Until Song Yi changed from a man with eight pack abs to an OMEGA exuding the scent of sweet milk.
 In front of everyone, Gu Xingchuan pinned Song Yi against the wall and smiled disdainfully, he then lowered his head and sniffed the warm, soft smell.
 “Your pheromones smell exactly the same as White Moonlight’s, I’m sure you’re seducing me.”
 Song Yi: “…”
 Gu Xingchuan: “If you are not seducing me, why can’t I help but want to kiss you?”
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 Colonel K is a legend of the Omar Empire. He single-handedly destroyed the Star Pirates Warship, with mercilessness and cruelty, and everybody trembled at the mention of him. Lan Yu, dignified and elegant, the model of thousands of Omegas, mistakenly became the black-hearted Colonel K.
 In order to keep the persona from falling apart, from then on he punches the intergalactic beasts and kicks the bandits’ out of their nests, tore a mecha to pieces with his bare hands, and the corners of his lips picked up in a cold smile. As an Omega who is thinking about getting a husband and having a child, Lan Yu feels like he’s suffocating.
 But the good thing is that he was once a movie star, with his amazing acting skills, no one noticed any difference between him and Colonel K, whose name was used to stop children from crying.
 Except for his nasty rival, Lu RanKong.
 Lu RanKong could always find the “Interstellar Butcher” Colonel K’s unnoticeable changes.
 With the corpses of Star Pirates under his feet, the ion gun leaning on his shoulder, his hand on his hand-knitted woolen holster. With the wind still in his face, a corner of his uniform’s shirt lifted, showing an embroidered yellow flower. With skin scuffed fingers, a grim, bloodthirsty smile, his eyes filled with tears.
 At night, he would only fall asleep if he was holding a teddy bear? He drank the nutritional supplements with no expression, but the bottle was labeled with ‘orange’ and ‘mango’ flavors.
 Lu RanKong slightly narrowed his eyes. Why did this black-hearted K become more and more like a ♥ K?
 Yet he found the other man f*cking attractive!
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