Bro, I'm not an Undead! - Chapter 37 How It Ends (1)

In the tenth year after the new era, the world finally came to an end. Zhang Mu truefully waited for his death, but unexpectedly found that he had returned to ten years ago. With his memory about the future, he swore that he would change the calamitous history, saving the earth from being destroyed! Walking dead, zergs, evolvers, and various mutated animals… nothing can stop him! The first step is to retrieve his identity as an era merchant , then find all the treasures he can remember to enhance himself!

After spending his sixth year at Hogwarts a century ago, Harry finds himself back in the cupboard under the stairs in 1991, once again receiving his Hogwarts acceptance letter.“You’re telling me my parents were killed by a dark wizard?” Harry asked. “Who is this dark wizard? Why are you all so afraid of him that you won’t even say his name?”“It’s Vol—,” Hagrid began cautiously. “Well, we call him Voldemort, because he personally killed hundreds of people.”Harry nodded nonchalantly.“And what happened the next day?”Hagrid: “Uh?”--

Luan Hualie is just too pitiful! She was just playing a game when she was suddenly transported into another world to become the Young Miss. Just this is okay, but she actually doesn’t have the slightest bit of power!

However, at this moment she had long stopped being the originally powerless eldest young miss. Mythical weapons and pets in her hand, what is there to fear underneath the heavens?

She rose above the mountains and brought down the oceans, and even more so subdued great amounts of devil beasts and holy beasts!

When she swept away the entire continent with her powerful and imposing manner, who could tell she was originally that ridiculous eldest young miss of Lu Family?

He, the prince of Qin, a black-bellied little shotacon, played the pig to eat the tiger. In the midst of the collisions and crossing of swords, how did his mind and body fall into enemy hands?

He, the spawn of the devil, slaughtered and felled the whole world. Without heart, without emotion, without desire. A long contest, countless fights. Why did a brilliant ray of light start to penetrate that frozen world of his?

He, the beautiful man saved from the slave market, obviously had excellent martial arts. Yet, how was he reduced to the most inferior slave? Faced with her salvation, why were his thoughts in a whirl?

And there was still him!

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BLURB> He was reborn by mistake. Raised with purpose. Loved by a god. Worshipped by monsters. And the galaxy doesn’t stand a fucking chance.Irvine’s soul took one wrong turn through the wheel of karma and woke up in a body grown by an intergalactic hivemind goddess with boundary issues and galaxy-sized ambition. Now he’s the golden child of a psychic swarm that feeds on control and burns whole worlds for affection.With Crystal at the helm, warriors like Kimchi, relic-weapons like Kiya, and a council of psionic horrors eager to call him king, Irvine must choose what kind of god he wants to be.Because when a hivemind learns to love......it doesn’t know when to stop.The universe will kneel—or get devoured trying.SYNOPSISIrvine didn’t ask to be reincarnated, but the cosmos had other plans. And it didn’t hand him a cheat code or a clean slate—just one random boon, selected by an uncaring divine roulette wheel.Good karma? Bad karma? Balanced as all fuck.Now he's reborn in the body of a psionically tuned alien hybrid, raised from psychic infancy by Crystal, the hivemind queen of a race so advanced they’ve abandoned individuality for shared omniscience. All except her baby boy.Irvine is the singularity inside the swarm, the first soul allowed to think, dream, and desire independently. Trained by warriors like Kimchi, advised by bio-symbiotes like Kiya, loved ferociously by hive sisters like Diane, and shadowed by powers ancient and unnamed, Irvine is both weapon and wielder, saint and sacrifice.But empires don’t run on hugs and handjobs. As Crystal expands her dominion—across star systems and sentient nebulae—Irvine must lead the charge through blood, fire, and psionic flame.His soul is still human. His body? Engineered for extinction. His heart? Not entirely his anymore.