Clearing an Isekai with the Zero-Believers Goddess – The Weakest Mage among the Classmates - Chapter 361: Invitation Letter – (4)

This novel is also known as The World Is A Wasteland: I Obtained A Top Tier Shelter

The meteorite destroyed the world, and the global people traveled to the wasteland world!

The monstrous flood, the ice age, the advent of alien beasts, the plant plague…

Under the random disaster once every seven days, if you want to survive, you must build a higher-level shelter!

Lin Yue awakened the 100% treasure chest system, and since then he has opened up a completely different style of painting from others.

Others: “The explosion rate of the treasure chest is too low? I still haven’t killed fifty mutant creatures!”

Lin Yue: “There are too many boxes and there is no room in the inventory. Do I have to upgrade the shelter to build a warehouse? Oh, it’s so annoying.”

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A detective travels across the United States and becomes an agent of the Los Angeles Police Department.

After getting through the initial confusion, he repeatedly solved strange cases, became famous all over the world, and was called the most legendary detective in history…

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Argon Raze, the best swordsman of the continent. He was dubbed the Sword Saint due to his unparalleled skills with the sword. He lived a life of endless victories in duels and challenges. However, all that came to an end when he challenged a young mage. He lost his winning streak and his life at the hands of this young mage.Seemingly ready to accept his death, he found himself inside an unknown forest after being swallowed by an immense light. He was still alive, he realized. Although, he also realized he wasn't the same Argon Raze as before.Feel free to support me on Paypal or Patreon with five or more chapters ahead.

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.