Douluo: I Just Made Everything Up - Chapter 1: After Hardship Comes Happiness

Good news: I have transmigrated to Teyvat and become the Heavenly Principle.Bad news: The world of Teyvat doesn’t have much time left.Good news: I have a system that allows me to devour two-dimensional worlds.Noah looked at the countless familiar worlds, tears of sorrow streaming down his face, and announced on the spot:“I will not only be the Heavenly Principle of Teyvat but also the Heavenly Principle of countless worlds.”“So, my rules are the laws.”From then on, one Heavenly Principle and a group of fierce Gods embraced trembling worlds one after another.After devouring the world of Demon Slayer, Teyvat’s lifespan increased by 5,000 years.After devouring the world of Akame ga Kill!, Teyvat’s barriers were strengthened by 100 times.After devouring the world of Inuyasha, Teyvat forms the cycle of reincarnation.…

Faced with a certain death, Kyle has no other choice but to gamble.

He was warned that he could perish in the Arcane Academy but he gritted his teeth and took the risk... and because of his decision, he unveiled many secrets about this mysterious world, discovered many mystical practices, touched upon forbidden relics that will change his life, and gained the enmity of powerful existences.

Thankfully, he didn't transmigrate alone. The Divine Extraction System was with him as he treaded his chosen Arcane Path…

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