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Arthur Morgan is an ordinary adult who ended up in the chaotic Marvel universe.He just wanted to be a discreet writer and make money from his books.It also has a 'cheat'.A daily login system.As the name suggests, whenever he logs in once a day he gains something from the system, ranging from skills to completely useless items.…One day, Arthur found a blonde girl passed out at the door of his house.“Why the hell is there a girl passed out on my doorstep!?”

Yi Ti resented her name. From an early age, she couldn’t get away from the nicknames “ET” and “alien”.

But no one thought that one day, she would actually meet an alien.

Scared by the other, it seemed like she screamed……

She fainted, then fell face down or something like that……

She seemed to have gotten a bloody nose from being knocked out……

She doesn’t remember any of this!!!

The only thing she cares about is that after she fainted, the alien actually dragged her, chest down, back home – does the alien not feel ashamed?!

- Description from Novelupdates

Luo Hong was standing in front of the mountain gate of Huangfeng Valley. At this moment, he had to admit the fact that he had traveled to “Mortal”.

Pushing the glasses that no longer existed, Luo Hong said categorically, “Like Old Devil Han, I am a fourth-grade pseudo-spiritual root, but I don’t have a vial. It seems that the only way I can go is to cultivate immortals scientifically!”

Why is there a bottleneck every fourth floor during the gas refining period?

How to maximize the chance of building a foundation?

How many factors affect the speed of cultivation?

How fast is Old Devil Han running?

When cultivating immortals in this world is an objective fact, then science is cultivating immortals, and cultivating immortals is science!

Deduction group: 607277622, ​​come and play, Mr. Shitu has already moved in.

- Description from novelbuddy

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”