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I Can Do it

For a certain LoL competition, a certain online streamer famous for pissing people off was currently explaining and broadcasting it at the same time. Streamer: This support, so tr*sh. Streamer: If that jungler was my teammate, I would already be idling at the fountain and playing piano for him by now. Streamer: I recommend that this player go back and properly practice how to last hit. Audience: What bullshit! If you’re any better, then you do it! Streamer: I, your dad, really can do it. Audience: Okokok. If you can do it then I’ll chop off my head so you can kick it. A few months later, the LPL’s veteran pro team TTC announced a new mid laner. A boy with flashy blue hair appeared in front of the audience and played Zed to utter perfection, killing everyone he saw, causing all the female fans to begin toeing the line of infidelity. During the MVP interview after the match, everyone held their breath and eagerly watched this newcomer. Only to see the boy accept the microphone, smile and ask, “That water friend with the StarTV user ID ‘Suburb King 101,’ my team’s address is on the official website, when will you be mailing your head over?” … After a certain regular season match finished, the staff member went backstage to urge the team members to go onstage and conduct their interviews, only to see TTC’s new mid laner and jungler standing in the corner. TTC’s number one ace · jungler daddy Road pressed their team’s new mid laner Soft against the wall. He lowered his eyes and asked slowly, “In the interview later, do you know what to do?” That quick-tempered mid laner, who had solidified his image as a troll in the audience’s eyes the very first time he went on stage, was currently blushing completely red. “I know. I won’t curse at anyone… I definitely won’t curse at anyone.”
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Where did I reincarnate?

There will be about 2 to 3 chapters per weeks starting on Monday or Tuesday. Theos Martin is a young man with a unique charm, both open-minded and socially accomplished. To those around him, he embodies a rare combination of strength, intelligence, and authenticity, qualities he hides beneath more ordinary talents: a surprising mastery of video games and an extensive knowledge of anime. But behind this facade of an ordinary boy lies a soul marked by the extraordinary. His life changes forever the day a goddess appears, revealing a truth beyond understanding: he is the destined hero chosen to confront the Demon King, a malevolent entity whose threat looms over another world. To save this mysterious universe, Theos must leave the comfort of his daily life and plunge into the unknown, leaving behind everything he knows. However, the journey to this new world does not go as planned. Theos finds himself deprived of some of his strength, in a strange and hostile environment, where reality follows none of the orderly rules of a game. He quickly realizes that this quest is about more than defeating an enemy; it will push him to discover himself and make choices that could change not only his own destiny but also that of the world he left behind. Notes : The upcoming chapters will be corrected. I'm only publishing them because it's been a while since my last update. Don't worry, the changes won't significantly impact the story. Thank you for your understanding!
YKC · 16.1K Views

Second chance - Diary of a transmigrator

The sweet scent of flowers invades my nostrils, while a light breeze caresses my body. I reflexively turn the other way, my hand flailing around my waist futilely seeking my blanket. Unable to find it, I gradually wake up, only to realize that I am not on my bed, nor in my room or in my house… instead, I am lying in a patch of grass in what looks to be a small clearing in a forest. Wait… WHERE THE HELL ARE MY CLOTHES???? I jump to my feet in panic and look left and right trying to figure out what is happening. My mind can’t process the situation, but after a few minutes the panic recedes and I start thinking somewhat rationally again. I check myself for any injuries or bugs crawling on me and I am relieved when I find none. Then my brain processes what my eyes see and I freeze. I once again start checking my body slowly, running my hands over it inch by inch. My beer belly is gone, the white hairs on my chest are now black and my body while not exactly rippling has defined muscle lines. Yeah, nice dream, I thought. I haven’t looked or felt so good since I was 20. Then reality slaps me again. A memory surfaces from the depth of my mind from a researcher’s interview on tv; you can’t smell something in your dreams, you just identify the scent that you should be smelling. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I smell the grass, the little violet flowers, the scent of the tree resin carried by the wind… fuck!... Toto, we are not in Kansas anymore…
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