I Am A Legendary BOSS - Chapter 330 - Face-Beating or Hacking?

Shi An is the last Abyss Dragon in the world. Since he was bored, he decided to go into a deep sleep while hugging his treasures. After fifty thousand years of satisfying slumber, Shi An opened his eyes only to discover that he had become a weak human with short hands and legs.

He glanced down at his mysteriously downsized body and then lifted his head to look around his empty cave. “……” Where is my powerful and majestic body? My big tail? Most importantly, where are my treasures?!

After thousands of years of hard work, sleeping just once has sent me to square one.

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In the year 2202, the conflicts between humans and monsters are becoming more and more intense. Although the monsters are strong, the fantastical species that used to rule the continent have all but disappeared.

Shi An, the Shi family’s youngest son, is Mage Academy’s infamous mage who has no magic power. Each student’s magic power is measured at the beginning of the school year. Shi An looked at the three destroyed magic detection equipment and innocently asked, “Eh? Are these equipment’s quality not very good?”

During actual combat training, low-ranked monsters fled before Shi An could get close. Shi An looked at their fleeing figures and innocently exclaimed, “Yay, lucky!”

Everyone else was speechless. “……?” I believe I am dreaming.

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Mu Heng——human species’ strongest mage——is the only remaining human who bears the noble dragon slayer bloodline.

He coldly and arrogantly said, “Dragons? Extinction is their best outcome.”

A long time later, Mu Heng turned his head back to look at the dragon cub reclining on the piles of treasure. Mu Heng withdrew his gaze and leisurely asked, “Are there any other jobs? I want a well-paid one.”

Extinction is out of the question now. As a matter of fact, I can only earn more money so that I won’t get kicked out of bed at night.

At 32 years old, Harry Potter, Order of Merlin – First Class, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement (DMLE), walked through the Veil while awaiting his death. Because he was tired of this life.But Fate or maybe Death had different plans.Beyond the Veil, he arrived in a world unknown to him. Woke up with a 7-year-old boy’s body in a Kingdom called “North”. With the symbol of Deathly Hallows on the back of his right hand. As the son of a House Lord.A new life, a new beginning, and a second chance to live the life he wants.---------------If you want to access early chapters, maps, character pictures, and read ahead of time, you can visit my p@treon page and become a member or patron.You can find my page at: www.patreon.com/c/vanguard_v7 chapters weekly and 7 bonus chapters for every weeks if we reach the quota for Power Stones. So don’t forget to send Power Stones, please.The cover belongs to me.P.S. The story was originally an old, dropped fanfic. I am rewriting, editing, and making some changes and additions. There will be more magic and kingdom-building materials. I will also continue to write after the dropped part and complete the story.If you want to read original dropped version of this story, its name is 'HP transmigrated into Domeric Bolton' by Fortunate_Soul.

『I’m terribly sorry…』

A god was suddenly prostrating in front of Kayano Takumi. He was apparently killed by mistake. Moreover, he can’t be reborn again. However, he is able to live in a different world? Then, let’s do that, please. The god made a mistake again and transferred me into a dangerous forest. Seriously, what’s going on? Besides, there are children here. I can’t leave them here, I will take care of them.

In the shadowed halls of the Nether Blossom Sect and the treacherous expanse of the cultivation world, mastery is a dance of power, lust, and betrayal.True enlightenment lies not in forcing the path, but in weaving ambition with desire until the cultivator becomes one with their schemes.Only when the line blurs between ally and enemy, pleasure and pain, does one glimpse the ruthless truth of the dao.Lin Fengyang, a spark in a realm of predators, forges his ascent through cunning and will.His enemies plot in whispers, their blades hidden in smiles, but he’ll carve his legend across sects, empires, and heavens, one step, one scheme, one conquest at a time.In this cultivation world, trust is a lie, and every touch is a gambit. He is the schemer of shadows, the breaker of chains, and the bane of those who underestimate him.Read now to witness a tale of dark cultivation, where ambition burns brighter than any flame.