Harry Potter : Bloodraven - Chapter 52: When Magic Meets Logic (I) (CH - 72)

After Jiang Cheng transmigrated to the Cultivation World, he discovered he had no talent for cultivation, but he was unexpectedly gifted in making talismans.……Buyer, “Jiang, I need some talismans for self-protection.”Jiang Cheng, “This Fireball Technique is perfect for you.”A few days later.Buyer, “Jiang, there’s something not quite right with this Fireball Technique?”Jiang Cheng, “Is there fire?”Buyer, “Indeed, it did catch fire.”Jiang Cheng, “And the ball?”Buyer, “I did see it.”Jiang Cheng, “Did it protect you?”Buyer, “It left me exposed.”Jiang Cheng, “???”Jiang Cheng, “Then you would like…”Buyer, “I would like to buy another hundred million of them!”

A disappearing gold mine. An old family secret. An army officer carrying a grudge spanning two generations.

As a small time reporter at the local newspaper, Shen Yu already had enough on her plate. Biased managers, check. Long, brutal work hours, check. The department beauty snatching her big story opportunity, check. But now another problem has reared its head and it comes packaged in a young and attractive military officer. He is on the hunt for some legendary space gold and he will get her to help him, whether she likes it or not.

Secrets are abound and Shen Yu soon finds that not everything is not as simple as it seems. Even her own past becomes questionable the more time she spends on the quest. Events from decades ago are rising up to haunt her and she needs to find out the truth before it’s too late. If only she had a better partner.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a game where heroes and villains prevailed. I was told I would be granted one wish if I clear the game. The protagonist, who received a growth cheat that allows you to steal his stats by killing an opponent. He kills villains to grow up, but for some reason people mistake him for a “dark hero.” [Story-oriented]

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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