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 Syryn studied Salem and received the same amount of scrutiny from the other alchemist.
 At a single glance, anyone could tell that the older alchemist had elf blood running through his veins. The ears looked human but it was his other features that gave it away. Butter smooth skin the colour of milk that had a dewy, healthy glow. The same lean and tall build that all elves possessed. And he too was a blonde like Rowan but where Rowan was a rich gold, Salem's hair was a pale blonde, almost white.
 Light golden brown eyes examined Syryn. "I sense an illusion on you. Are you secretly an old geezer?" The half-elf spoke with an exotic elvish accent that did wonders to the words that came out of his lips. Syryn was sure that he could have spat out the nastiest sounding words in any known language and it would still have sounded like a love poem when filtered through the mouth of the half-elf.
 "That's none of your business."
 "I could undo the illusion right now. What are you hiding?" He pressed in closer to Syryn and demanded in a very alluring tone. Going by the frown on the blonde's face, Syryn was quite sure that the half-elf wasn't trying to seduce him.
 "You really want to know?"
 "Yes."
 "I'll show you what I'm hiding if you win the competition. But if you lose, you'll have to give me that." Syryn pointed to the black ribbon that held back Salem's silky blonde locks. It was enchanted to never slip out of his hair. Magic like that, Syryn couldn't perform. Humans and demons alike were masters of elemental sorcery. Elves on the other hand were experts at illusions, enchantments, psy powers, and other spells that required a different kind of fine control.
 The half-elf cocked his head confidently at Syryn. "It's a deal."
 "Competitors, please approach the altar one by one. There are 5 potions on the altar. 4 of those are poisonous and will kill you if you don't take an antidote as soon as the poison has entered your body. However, the 4th potion is the antidote! Can you identify the antidote hiding amongst the poisons? Drink two of the potions and stay alive to make it to the next trial. Make sure you don't double dose yourselves with poison or there will be no turning back! You'll each get 2 minutes to examine the potions so good luck and safe drinking!"
 From what could be seen, the liquid in each phial looked exactly the same, a beautiful rose pink colour. Syryn was number 19 in the queue and Salem was at 20. They watched the first man examine the potions.
 "Your two minutes are up. Please pick one and drink or step aside and leave."
 It seemed he valued his life more than money. The man walked away. The same happened to the second, third, fourth, fifth till the sixth alchemist who drank two potions and passed out. Fortunately for him, there were healers on standby.
 "Damn, this year is rough," Vincent complained. "I hope that kid is gonna be alright."
 With the success of two alchemists, Syryn's turn came upon him. He walked to the potions and scarcely glanced at them before picking the first one and chugging it like water. A collective gasp ensued quite loudly from the audience. Syryn then drained the second potion completely and walked away without any harm done.
 Everyone, including Salem, watched the boy return to his position without a ripple in his eyes. Guts! He had guts! Even Salem wasn't sure he wouldn't check twice before drinking.
 Who was this little boy? Salem wondered as he took a sniff of the potions in his hands.
 "Did you see that?" Vincent was Unnaturally excited.
 "I have eyes, Vincent."
 "Was that luck or is he just that good?!"
 Rowan wondered too. How could he tell at one glance which was poison and antidote? He was now more interested in the boy's identity.
 On the opposite side of the arena, Alka sat like a statue but he was internally panicking. Were demons immune to poisons? Was Syryn going to be alright?
 "Luci, your brother is going to die," Magnus informed Lucien. At the boy's horrified expression, the mage grinned and patted Lucien on his head. "Just kidding."
 Meanwhile, Salem had successfully poisoned and cured himself. A mild stomach ache was unavoidable due to the potions in his stomach fighting hard.
 "What's your name?" The half-elf asked.
 "Syryn. Yours?"
 "Salem."
 How Syryn had identified the antidote so quickly only he knew. The truth of the matter was that Syryn's demonic half protected him from most poisons. The potions that could hurt him were all made of rare ingredients which would never get wasted at a competition. Syryn simply drank two random potions because it was easier that way. Was it cheating maybe? Did he care? Not at all.
 Out of the 48, only 6 of them were left now.
 "Competitors, congratulations. You've made it to the third trial. As you can see, there are 6 medium grade cauldrons in front of you. Each of you will be given a unique basket of ingredients. You have to identify what potion is to be made based on the ingredients given to you. Everything has been perfectly weighed and measured so good luck finding out what it is! The judges will score your potions based on their purity and grade. You have a quarter of an hour!"
 Syryn catalogued his ingredients and came to his conclusion. An ounce of tranquillity, his mind supplied. That was his potion.
 Syryn and Salem were the first to present their products to the judges. Syryn's phial was uncorked and examined by the three judges.
 "What a beautiful colour!"
 "It smells like a valley breeze, this is an outstanding potion."
 "Purity at 87%! That's higher than what can normally be accomplished through the use of a medium grade cauldron. Who is your teacher, child?"
 "Horace, this is a competition! Let's save the poaching for later, shall we?" The distinguished-looking woman reminded her fellow judge. She smiled at Syryn and declared, "You have qualified for the final trial."
 Salem's potion was a per cent higher in purity but the colour was off. Even so, the potion was judged to be of excellent quality.
 The two successful alchemists waited till a third competitor joined them, an older man in his 50s.
 The moderator then coughed awkwardly and made an announcement. "To the young boy in the competition, another competitor has made an accusation of dishonesty and cheating against you. According to the rules of the competition, he has the right to challenge you at a test decided by the judges. Do you accept? I repeat, a -"
 "I heard you," Syryn loudly replied. "Who the hell is the bastard challenging me? Get out here right now."
 "It is I." A man came forward.
 "What do you know? It's old meaty lips." Syryn said it loud enough for the ones in front to hear.
 In the audience, Alka took a closer look at the man. "Old meaty lips? He's right, those lips can feed a family of 5 for a week."
 "Alka, there are some things that shouldn't be said."
 Old meaty lips sneered at the name and once again opened his mouth, "I request an impartial third party to set the test. I'm afraid that the integrity of the judges has been compromised seeing how far the cheating candidate has been allowed to progress."
 "How dare you!" Horace stood up to protest. To cast light upon their integrity was just insulting their good reputations.
 Before the situation could devolve, a voice was heard. It was like the sweet cry of a summer Oriole. "Peace, everybody, please refrain from turning this esteemed competition into a mockery."
 It was princess Lilith. She was as stunning as the last time Syryn had seen her. In fact, she was even more beautiful than when he had last set eyes on her.
 Youth was a good look on the lovely princess with the silver eyes that Eos had blessed. Future priestess of Eos that she was, Lillith had powers that were bad news for Syryn.
 "If all parties are in agreement, allow me to test the skills of the disputing competitors." Lillith raised her head and declared. Syryn wanted to refuse but everyone else had already accepted her proposition.
 "Good. I have just the right potion that I need you two to make. Brew for me the highest grade of fortifying potion that your skills allow."
 Easy, Syryn thought. As long as he didn't do anything suspicious, there would be no reason for Lillith to pay him any attention.
 But then Lillith went a step further, "To test the efficacy of the potion, I can only request the one person whose taste buds demand only the best. Rowan Windwalker, please join us."
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 When Demon Lord, Syryn Nigh'hart, found that he had gone back in time and turned into his child self, he had assumed to do better with his second life. Commit smaller crimes, keep away from burning villages and inciting other demons, contribute to society, abide by most laws, you know? But then the hero, his old friend, had to fall in love with him and ruin his plans.
 Goddess, I cannot take responsibility for your champion, Rowan Windwalker, getting bent. Please don't strike me down!
 #Gold Tier winner of WPC (forgot the contest number)#y'all this shit gay so don't go walking in expecting it to not have men sucking faces#N̶o̶ ̶h̶a̶r̶e̶m̶(my dumb self thought harem means mc marries many lovers)#Reformed and immature demon lord (but he's nice now okay. He isn't psycho.) #Hero is an extremely patient man for putting up with the demon lord's nonsense # MULTIPLE POTENTIAL LOVE INTERESTS #Slow Romance#Slow like you have to wait for around 40 chapters (smut too) before it starts #Patience is needed #Lots of it#alternate day updates because I have to study#english is neither my first nor second language so bear with me#The cat is not the ML ಥ‿ಥ some of you are getting the wrong idea.
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 Liu Yang, a grassroot cadre of Chinese bureaucracy, by sheer coincidence entered the bed of a beautiful boss and thus starts the colorful stellar journey of our hero. He accompanies charming police women, exquisite nurses, graceful flight hostess, ripe female colleagues, mature female bosses, ingenious female managers and singer sisters to karaoke house under the shocked eyes of people. 
 This story is full of handsome men, witty women, beautiful emotions, thrilling official situations and logical offense. To find out how Liu Yang has made this perfect feast possible, let’s go on this journey together.
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 Eternal life...A blessing or a curse? But the man who possessed such a gift only saw it as a curse...a curse that haunted him throughout countless years. He wished to die more than anything else...or at least forget himself so that he won’t feel the pain that haunted him anymore. His wish was granted, and his memories disappeared as he went into slumber. Many million years later, he woke up, reborn with no memories of his past. But after living for a few hundred years in the new world, he got bored of his life and went into slumber again. However, after waking up a second time after more than a thousand years, he was presented with a vastly different world...a modern world that seemed so different from the medieval era he had lived in once. Seeing that there might be interesting things for him to do this time, he decided to not sleep anymore and live his life in the new world by doing things that others might consider boring and tasking. He wanted to be a bodyguard, so he became one. A teacher? Why not? A delivery man? Of course! And so he kept on trying different jobs till he found ones where he could find a beauties to spend his company with. But even if the man wanted to live a mundane life, his destiny had other things in store for him, guaranteed to make his life, not smooth sailing. Without his knowledge, mysterious otherworldly forces were in play whose machinations seemed to revolve around this man. Only fate can tell whether this immortal man would be able to continue living his life as he wished or if he would come upon unexpected paths and choices that could change his life for better or worse. But most of all will he one day remember his true past? And will his past catch up to his present life? Read on to find out...
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 The yamen has a decent job, kind parents, friendly colleagues, and a boss who takes care of me… For a long time, Kong Ning felt that the world was beautiful. 
 Until the wedding night, the smiling lady gave birth to demon eggs one after another in his body… 
 On the date of wedding, he came to know that his wife is a demon. 
 immortal mountains collapsed and gods disappeared. In a world of endless darkness, demons have kept all living beings in captivity.
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 Super soldier Su Chen, returned to the city and returned to the city, set off all directions! The king of soldiers that once famous the world, let everyone be convinced!
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 In Tianlan Continent, there is a magic store called Origin Mall.
 The Coke here can make people full of blood in an instant; the spicy bars here can make people fight leapfrog; the games here can make people improve their cultivation; the novels here can make people understand the techniques…
 There are countless goods here, including leisure, entertainment, dining, training…
 Oh, by the way, remember one thing, don’t make trouble in the store, because the owner of the store is very strong…
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 Liu Chuan came from a great family background with a well-known professor as a father and a successful businesswoman as a mother, who came from a wealthy family. What most of the world didn’t know, except for a selected few, was that he was also a first-class god in the country’s e-sports league. He had led his team to win many different competitions and was the only one in the country to lead their team to win the Annual Grand Slam. However one day, he had vanished unexpectedly and retired from the e-sports league for personal reasons. 
 Later, he returned home when his school suspension period was almost over and he followed his parents’ wishes. He had to return to school to graduate and ended up having to stay at a dorm in room 301. 
 Those who were into games or followed the e-sports community, all know or admired various professional players. However, what they didn’t expect was that one of their gods was just within arms reach, and even more so, a first-class one too. 
 This is the first part of the god series. The first two parts have been finished. The plots do not affect each other. 
 E-sport God Series 1 “The Strongest God” 
 E-sport God Series 2 “God Level Summoner” 
 E-sport God Series 3 “The King’s Return”
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 This novel is also known as The Devil Does Not Need to Be Defeated / Why Defeat The Devil?
 “I am a brave man, from another world.”
 “The goddess summoned me into this world for the purpose of letting me defeat the devil who endangered the world and restore peace to the world.”
 “I know very well that this is a heavy responsibility. Since they have all been summoned and have become brave men, even if the opponent is an extremely powerful Demon King, I have to put my energy to defeat him (her). ”
 “Don’t ask me why, it’s all written in the book.”
 “However…is this development a bit off the script!!!?”
 This is the beginning of a cross-world fraud, and it is also a story in which the brave man with the mission of defeating the devil finally found out that he had been arranged.
 (PS: I have completed four novels of more than 5 million words: “Shoujo Grand Summoning“, “Holistic Fantasy“, “Illimitable Until Death“, “Summoner of Miracles“, updated with morals, book friends can rest assured to eat.)
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 Talented in Magecraft but useless in physical combat?
 Can summon 10,000 Servants but can he defend the rear by himself?
 I will say just one line in reply:
 “That will not be a problem!”
 This is the tale of a young man who obtained an enshrined miracle.
 “As long as I have my familiars, I am undefeatable!”
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 How do you survive when your dorm room becomes a playground?
 In the dormitory building at 8 o’clock at night, the nightlife belonging to the university had just begun.
 Suddenly, the lights went out. All universities in the world were plunged into darkness.
 “Ding ding ding, dang dang dang”
 “Dear classmates, welcome to [Dormitory Survival Game], happy dormitory life begins!” Blood flowed from the sink, the bed tent turned into a different dimension space, and the zombies crashed into the dormitory.
 There are countless pairs of peeping eyes outside the door and balcony. Water shortage, food shortage, extreme environment, survival crisis.
 “Instructions for students: The highest rule for dormitory survival—”
 “First, the living cannot leave the dormitory.”
 “Second, please protect your dormitory.”
 “Third, please protect your roommates.”
 “Fourth, every weekend there will be an update in the global dormitory survival rankings, please work hard to rush into the double first-class, 985, 211*, and strive to be the world’s top!”
 ——-
 When she heard the strange singing, Tang Xinjue was opening the bags of daily necessities with a toothbrush in her mouth.
 “…”
 Tang Xinjue fell silent as she saw the toilet plunger in her hand.
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 *) 985 and 211 universities means some better universities in China.
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 A poor and ordinary boy from a village joins a minor sect in Jiang Hu and becomes an Unofficial Disciple by chance. How will Han Li, a commoner by birth, establish a foothold for himself in his sect? With his mediocre aptitude, how will he successfully traverse the path of cultivation and become an immortal?
 This is a story of an ordinary mortal who, against all odds, clashes with devilish demons and the ancient celestials in order to find his own path to immortality.
 A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality reviewed by on September 19, 2015 rated 2.0 of 5
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 Human civilization expanded into space, and its territory spanned across galaxies. 
 During this great trend of interstellar migration, Zhou Qing accidentally awakened the power of traveling to various Astral Realms. He was able to create [Astral Realm Apostles] as vessels for his soul and project them onto different realms. This allowed him to travel through various worlds with different identities. 
 His unremarkable life was met with an unexpected twist of fate. Every time he created a new Apostle, it was like being reborn. 
 Yet, slowly, he realized that the Human civilization wasn’t completely ignorant about the existence of other realms… 
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 Multiple-dimensional worlds, multi-dimensional factions. This is an clash of fate between realms! 
 And he is the only being who is able to travel amongst the realms in countless different shapes and forms — The Astral Apostle!
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 After losing his parents in a car accident, Ryan immediately caught his fiancee cheating on him with his best friend. In just a few days, he lost everything he loved, so Ryan decided to buy a house in the mountains to process all those events. However, something happened before he could even enter his new home: the end of the world.
 Monsters began to appear out of nowhere, and dragons began to dominate the skies. After losing everything, Ryan, who had lost his sense of reality, found new goals with the world in that state: survive and get stronger. Dungeons, classes, monsters, skills, the chance to obtain the DNA of other monsters… Ryan was decided to use them all because he no longer would become a spectator in his own life. Maybe with power, he won't lose anything anymore.
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