MTL - Am I A Superman? - Chapter 11 , 2 big news

On the way to a company workshop, we fell into a world of immortal cultivators while still in the car.

Those with spiritual roots and unique abilities were all called to join cultivation sects, living prosperously.

But I, having neither spiritual roots nor special abilities, lived as an ordinary mortal for 50 years, complying with fate until my death.

That’s what I thought.

Until I regressed.

This is a 20-year-old fan’s work for love, and the heroine is a very, very typical Gryffindor

I like Fred very much, so he is a unique male protagonist

Each academy has its own characteristics, so it is not deliberately black academy

The daily update has been decided, so everyone can rest assured to collect

The above is the edible guide, the following is the informal copy

Joey in Harry Potter

Jue doesn’t remember any important clues

Joey is in love with Fred

Joey Forgets Fred’s Ending

It doesn’t matter, the whole story is broken anyway, it doesn’t matter if you remember it or not~

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- Description from novelbuddy

Living carefree at home is the greatest shortcut—- My house is the world’s greatest magic power spot, that being the case both my house and I were summoned to another world by some guys who were aiming for it. However, I’ve been living in this place for many years and my body is, apparently, abnormally overflowing with magic. Due to some unforeseen circumstances by those guys who summoned me, they quickly ran away. Be that as it may, there are some ill-mannered people who covet the magic leaking out of my house. I won’t give up my house to those people! I’m going to wield my power as I please!

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…