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 “I'll tentatively name this kind of divine creature 'A-Wart,' taking the first characters from Argama Gan and Warthog…”
 “What the hell is A-Wart…”
 Baelovar, looking constipated as he watched his grandson spout nonsense on stage, and who had just been promoted to the richest man in Quel'Thalas… or rather, the grandfather of the richest man, was filled with mixed feelings.
 After all, such a "vulgar" topic was quite shocking to the noble and elegant elves.
 Baelovar glanced at the Sun King, who was listening with great interest, and put away the 'Seven Wolves' belt from his waist.
 “Perhaps you still have some doubts about A-Wart, so I will now demonstrate its value to everyone.”
 Aier manipulated the mage hand to take an adult A-Wart from his assistant Frankie's mechanical arm. Without any visible action, the beast, with its dull eyes, twitched twice and died completely.
 Taking out a skinning knife with intricate elven patterns, he dissected the calf-sized beast with the skill of a master butcher. The blood flowing from A-Wart's body did not splatter everywhere as one might expect, but instead, under Aier's precise control, turned into a blood sphere floating in the air.
 “Don't throw away the pig blood. Once it solidifies, coat it in breadcrumbs and fry it. The kids next door will be crying with envy.”
 Baelovar's hand returned to the 'Impact Belt' on his waist, barely able to contain the primal force within him.
 A chorus of disgusted retching arose from the crowd below. After all, the elegance ingrained in their bones made them naturally resistant to what Aier was presenting. However, not a single elf left the venue, enduring their discomfort to continue watching.
 A translucent pure water elemental was summoned from the elemental plane.
 “Humble mortal, I am a servant of Duke Hydraxis…”
 “Wash the pig skin and pork clean. Oh, and remember to scald the pig hair off.”
 Water Elemental: … It's Lord Aier, never mind then.
 While the pure water elemental was cleaning the pig skin and pork, Aier magically produced a pile of bottled seasonings and a modified pressure cooker.
 …
 “Cut the scallions and ginger into sections, dice the pork belly, pour in some Serenity Pollen, pour in some Soothing Grass…” Simmer over low heat for an hour and a half.
 Aier snapped his fingers, and an orange-red flame lit up under the pressure cooker. Without the original intensity of the fire element, the flame's temperature was controlled just right, neither high enough to melt the bottom of the pot nor low enough to prevent the food inside from cooking.
 “Saloerian, quickly stop Lord Baelovar! I can barely hold him back…”
 Anasterian desperately held down Baelovar's hand, which was waving the 'Impact Belt,' and hurriedly called out to Saloerian, who was sitting in the back row.
 Saloerian Sunstrider: The scene is too beautiful, should I avoid it…
 …
 “There's still plenty of time. Next, I'll choose two lucky audience members to answer questions. Okay, you.”
 Aier wiped his hands and nodded to the little girl who had just stood up.
 “Mr. Aier, this pot is so strange. Why is its belly round and wearing a little hat?”
 The little girl asked innocently, biting her finger.
 Kael'nel Flameweaver, sitting outside the arena: Damn it! A brat got there first! I have a very important question to ask Lord Aier…
 “Oh, you asked a good question, little comrade. This is the latest pressure cooker developed by our Salonian Workshop. The principle is to simulate a high-pressure environment inside the pot. By applying pressure to the water, it can reach a higher temperature without boiling. The most direct result of this is that it can speed up the efficiency of stewing food, especially meats that are not easy to stew, such as direhawk ribs…”
 Aier smiled freely, leaving the little girl in a daze.
 “One more question. Hmm, I remember you, Kael'nel, right? Please ask your question.”
 Kael'nel: I feel like something strange has mixed in.
 “Lord Aier, can you demonstrate the magic resistance of A-Wart leather for us?”
 “Of course, please come on stage.”
 Kael'nel walked excitedly onto the high platform, standing in front of the high elf teenager, who was not even shoulder-height, and was uncharacteristically restrained.
 “Judging from the magical fluctuations you emit, you should be a high-level fifth-circle mage, right?”
 “Yes.”
 “Majoring in fire magic?”
 “Yes… yes, Lord Aier.”
 “Have you inscribed the fifth-circle spell Flamestrike?”
 “Of course.”
 Mentioning his specialty, Kael'nel breathed a sigh of relief. Standing in front of this adolescent, he actually felt a pressure similar to that he felt when facing Dean Faelin, knowing that Dean Faelin had already advanced to Archmage in her second millennium.
 “Release Flamestrike on this piece of A-Wart leather.” Aier took the pure water elemental-cleaned leather and placed it at Kael'nel's feet.
 “Here? The intensity of Flamestrike will…”
 Before Kael'nel could finish speaking, Aier waved his hand impatiently, signaling him to go ahead.
 “Alright, Lord Aier…”
 Kael'nel sighed helplessly. After saying that, he raised the magic wand on his waist and loudly chanted the spell.
 “Flame storm!”
 As the obscure Salas language chanted to the last syllable, the fire element began to riot. Except for under Kael'nel's feet, the entire high platform was shrouded in a sea of fire. In the center of the Flamestrike, where the A-Wart leather was placed, there would occasionally be bursts of scorching explosions.
 The audience below exclaimed in unison. Even as citizens of Quel'Thalas, a magical kingdom, where even three-year-old children know level 0 cantrips, the average person could not simply see a level 5 war magic spell at any time.
 Kael'nel stood on the edge of the Flamestrike, anxiously jumping up and down, regretting his actions as he watched Aier's vague figure in the sea of fire.
 Kneeling weakly on the ground, as a fire mage, he had only learned some low-level ice magic such as water conjuration. Facing the raging fire on the high platform, he was helpless.
 “Damn it, how could it be an exceptional performance when it's an exceptional performance? I'm really done for this time…”
 …
 “If you don't act, your precious grandson will be burned to ashes!”
 High Priest Fendelohr looked at his old friend anxiously.
 "Hmph, it would be best to burn that brat to death…"
 "That's a Fifth-Order War Magic! At such close range, even a Magister would have to avoid its edge. If you don't go, I will!" With that, he was about to rush onto the high platform.
 "That kid is my grandson. Let's wait and see," Belovar said confidently, stopping his old friend.
 "Your Majesty…"
 Salorean stood before the Sun King, somewhat puzzled.
 "Might as well see how much skill our Soul Mentor has."
 Anasterian watched the increasingly raging fire on the high platform with interest, without making the slightest move.
 …
 The entire manor was in chaos. Anseron, with his apprentices, was anxiously trying to appease the public's emotions, but with little effect.
 Just then, the raging fire that had been crackling just moments ago was instantly extinguished.
 "That's about it. Fifth Circle Flame Storm, the intensity is… barely satisfactory, but it's enough for experimentation."
 The elven youth bent down and picked up the already charred Argiope, carefully examining it.
 Kainel looked at the youth in the distance in disbelief, unable to say a word for a long while.
 After a moment, as if awakened, he staggered madly towards the center area where the Flame Storm had just raged.
 "Impossible, absolutely impossible."
 He looked at the smooth ground, where there wasn't the slightest trace of being charred.
 "How could it be, how could it be?"
 "No, no, it must be an illusion. You can't fool me."
 Aier helplessly waved his hand, signaling Anseron to take him away.
 Anseron pulled Kainel away with a look of surprise and doubt.
 "This is an illusion! What are you hiding?!"
 This pitiful man, whose worldview had been shaken by the scene before him, was still shouting loudly, and was soon dragged away by two strong elven apprentices.
 The audience below was also appeased by Anseron one by one and sat back down.
 It was as if nothing had happened, except for the charred pigskin in Aier's hand.
 "I'm very curious, how exactly… did you do it?"
 As a Grand Magister, Anasterian had a thousand ways to escape, and he could even instantly extinguish the burning flames, but he admitted that he couldn't end it all like Aier, reversing time.
 "It's just a small Time Reversal spell, just a small manipulation of the spell's coverage, not letting it affect the Argiope on the ground, just… isn't it easy to do with hands?"
 Anasterian: Where's my belt?
 "This is bronze…"
 Before Anasterian could finish speaking, Aier winked at him and made a "shush" gesture.
 "Your Majesty must have many questions. After things are over, I will personally visit you."
 The Sun King had to hold back all the words he wanted to say.
 Aier held up the Argiope, which was charred on the outside but intact on the inside, and showed it to the crowd.
 "I believe everyone has already understood the value of this Argiope just by looking at it. Its magic resistance is beyond doubt. Even a Fifth Circle War Magic can't do anything to it. Imagine it, the road to wealth is right in front of your eyes…"
 "Crap, the meat has been stewing for too long and is about to melt."
 Aier hurriedly turned off the fire under the pressure cooker and carefully opened it.
 The crowd below: You son of a b*tch, continue talking! We've already taken off our pants, and you're telling me the meat is cooked?
 While taking out the iron pot, Aier didn't forget to continue explaining:
 "What's the most important thing about braised pork? Of course, it's the sauce. Ground elder and clover are essential, they're best for removing fishiness and nourishing health. Dragon's Breath chili should be added sparingly, it's the best for enhancing flavor…"
 Belovar, enjoying the strange gazes around him, wished he could die.
 "I'm truly ashamed, truly ashamed…"
 Aier: As long as the embarrassment can't catch up with me, it's others who are embarrassed.
 Time passed quietly. The entire manor seemed to have been released with a freeze spell. The dumbfounded crowd stared at the elven youth on the stage, who was having a blast.
 "Your Majesty, this is yours, and you, you, you, you, catch it, don't burn yourself."
 Aier busily distributed the finished dishes to the important figures in the VIP seats, and then came to the ordinary seats to distribute more than a dozen servings to the audience in the front row, until his hands were empty.
 "Eat, don't just stand there. It won't taste good when it's cold."
 Ignoring the gazes around him, Aier took a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth.
 "Woo, delicious! Just the right amount of spiciness, plus the earthy fragrance of ground elder and clover. The rich, non-greasy fat melts in the mouth, even the lean meat is so chewy. Life is worth it…"
 At first, Aier tentatively picked up a small piece and slowly savored it, but gradually the speed became faster and faster, and the sound of eating resounded endlessly.
 "Gulp."
 An elven commoner who received a piece of meat looked at Aier, who was devouring it, and swallowed hard. He trembled as he picked up his fork, but hesitated.
 "Are you crazy? This is pork, pork! How can we noble Quel'dorei eat such dirty… ah, it's so fragrant."
 "Damn it! This is mine."
 "Give me a piece."
 "Let go, you despicable thief…"
 At first, the crowd was quite disdainful, but when they saw Aier sitting on the stage, eating without a care, and smelled the sweet aroma in the dish, they couldn't help but start feasting.
 The people in the back row couldn't bear to watch the dozen or so elves in the front who had received meat, and they all rushed forward to snatch it. The commoners who had just been appeased by Anseron were once again on the verge of losing control.
 "Belovar, you just…"
 Grand Magister Belovar, with his white hair and beard, cautiously stuffed the last piece of meat into his mouth.
 "Old geezer, who was it just now who said Aier was grandstanding?"
 The Sun King thought sullenly, then turned to look at his Chief Guard.
 Reluctantly, he divided the last piece of meat in the dish in half and put it in the Sun King's bowl.
 Salorean: In the end, I'm the only one who bears everything.
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 When Demon Lord, Syryn Nigh'hart, found that he had gone back in time and turned into his child self, he had assumed to do better with his second life. Commit smaller crimes, keep away from burning villages and inciting other demons, contribute to society, abide by most laws, you know? But then the hero, his old friend, had to fall in love with him and ruin his plans.
 Goddess, I cannot take responsibility for your champion, Rowan Windwalker, getting bent. Please don't strike me down!
 #Gold Tier winner of WPC (forgot the contest number)#y'all this shit gay so don't go walking in expecting it to not have men sucking faces#N̶o̶ ̶h̶a̶r̶e̶m̶(my dumb self thought harem means mc marries many lovers)#Reformed and immature demon lord (but he's nice now okay. He isn't psycho.) #Hero is an extremely patient man for putting up with the demon lord's nonsense # MULTIPLE POTENTIAL LOVE INTERESTS #Slow Romance#Slow like you have to wait for around 40 chapters (smut too) before it starts #Patience is needed #Lots of it#alternate day updates because I have to study#english is neither my first nor second language so bear with me#The cat is not the ML ಥ‿ಥ some of you are getting the wrong idea.
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 “Ding, you throw a punch and gain 100×2 experience points”, 
 “Ding, you hit twenty punches and gained 100×1024 experience points!”, 
 Songhe Wanshouquan was promoted to the top level of exercises, and the cultivation base was promoted from the physical body double to the physical body fifth! 
 A system that can double infinitely and evolve the technique. With one punch, doubling, twenty punches, twenty times, and there is no upper limit, unlimited doubling, the cultivation base can easily turn to the peak of the physical body and grow into immortals. 
 Does it take tens of thousands of years of cultivation? I’m still exhausted. I’m afraid of being struck by lightning. I have a doubling system, so I can turn into an immortal at will!
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 In the Night of Nine Tails attack, the soul from the world merges with the soul of Kakashi, and a brand-new Kakashi is born! 
 Lan Shao? It’s not a problem, there will always be more, write round eye restrictions? It’s not a problem, the advanced reincarnation eye is not a dream. 
 The ultimate Kakashi is the strongest ninja!
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 Su Wan is a Realm Destroyer. She shuttles to different time-spaces using the identity of the “Cannon Fodder Ex-Girlfriend”, dedicated to plotting how to happily tear apart the male protagonist and the female protagonist. –There’s no such thing as protagonists who can’t be torn apart, only Ex-Girlfriends who don’t work hard enough~
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 Three years ago, Yun Qing Yan fell into the Immortal Realm from the mortal realm. Three thousand years later, he became Divine Emperor Yun who shook the entire Immoral Realm. Breaking through the void and returning back to the mortal realm, Yun Qing Yan discovered that only three years’ time had passed here. “In the past, I did not possess the power to protect the people I hold dear. Now, I want the entire world to grovel at my feet.”
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 An ordinary student, a wretched peeper, a cowardly teenager with a kind heart. In a terrorist attack, he inherited the knowledge of countless elites, embarked on a path of God Jagged Tu… 
 He is an artist! 
 He is a mathematician! 
 He is a psychology Doctor! 
 He is a master of fighting! 
 In fact, he is a man 
 Taken off raw site: 
 A wretched, dirty young man is working during the summer when he was caught up in a mysterious explosion. After that explosion, the young man is then left with the memories and knowledge of dozens of the world’s experts. 
 He has changed, his heart has become cold, iron-blooded. He became a killing machine, his mind turned mechanical, calculative. Everything goes according to his plans and calculations! 
 In this magical, slaughterous world, a door is opened for him…
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 Chu Yang, the Ninth Master of the Nine Tribulations Sword, sacrificed almost everything he had for the sake of improving his martial arts, including the love of his life. After spending three years locating the fifth fragment of the Nine Tribulations Sword, he was ambushed by all sides at that very place. Mortally injured with no means of escape, Chu Yang executed a sacrificial technique by plunging the Nine Tribulations Sword into his very own heart. “With the blood of my heart, ten thousand tribulations will collapse!”
 After witnessing the death of all his ambushers, Chu Yang’s vision began to darken. At a distance, moments before his death, he saw the mastermind who had plotted his downfall — Mo Tian Ji. With that, his eyes finally closed.
 However, with a start, Chu Yang once again awoke to find that he had returned to when he was sixteen years of age! Furthermore, the Sword Spirit of the Nine Tribulations Sword now resided within his Dantian, the energy center of his body! From that very moment, Chu Yang would then begin to right all of his past regrets, and carve his very own legend by fulfilling his destiny as the final Master of the Nine Tribulations Sword, and defeating the Heavenly Devils beyond the realm of the Nine Heavens Continent.
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 The ancient emperor Su Han, the demon dragon, once held the sanctuary, suppressed the first world, and became the pinnacle of the galaxy! 
 However, due to the integration of the various major cultivation levels, the enthusiasm is lost, and the form and spirit are destroyed. 
 The subordinates rebel, the love is sleeping, and the friends are chased and killed! 
 Live again for the first time, surely come back, reverse the world, and kill all the betrayers!
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 Why did Shimura Danzo die naked on the street?
 Why did hundreds of Tianlong people scream in the middle of the night?
 Why is the Spirit Palace repeatedly hit by black hands?
 Why are the three artifacts frequently stolen?
 Who did the serial princess kidnapping?
 The door of Tokiwadai girls’ dormitory is knocked every night, is it a ghost or a man?
 What is hidden behind Lucky E’s accidental death?
 Behind all this is the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality?
 Is it a sexual outburst or a hungry helplessness?
 Please pay attention to Feilu’s annual contribution “Infinite God King System”, let us follow the camera into Lin Feng’s inner world… (One Piece World has been opened!)
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 The first time Yan Zhaoge crossed worlds, he landed in a martial warrior civilization that was at the peak of prosperity. He ended up in the book storage building of the the Divine Palace, which collected and preserved the classics of the entire world from all fields of knowledge. However, a world class calamity struck soon after and even the Divine Palace was destroyed.
 Yan Zhaoge’s soul once again crossed over, but this time he arrived in the same world, except countless years have passed.
 With his brain full of rare books and classics from the era of peak prosperity, Yan Zhaoge’s second crossing over to the present era was like a gamer who was used to playing hell mode suddenly finding himself playing the game on easy.
 That was just way too awesome.
 But before that, he needs to fix a certain problem.
 “I’m not a main character? In fact, I’m actually the main character’s love rival and the antagonistic Mr. Perfect senior martial brother? This script is wrong!”
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 Chen Xiu’er, a generation of Tianjiao, was so handsome by herself. After crossing to the Tangmen of Bashu, she happened to meet Tang San who jumped off the cliff. Tang San kicked the ghost and felt sad! 
 But God rewarded his life, he was born again. Faced with the incident that she had traveled twice, Chen Xiu’er said that she must avenge that foot! 
 But after understanding Tang San’s background… 
 The Holy Spirit Church is established! ! (Anti-Tang San Alliance!) 
 “If you don’t enter the Holy Spirit Cult in this life, even heroes are in vain. Today, we are here as an alliance! Long live the Holy Spirit!” 
 The Evil Soul Master came out because of him, so he was also honored as the Evil Soul Patriarch! 
 Chen Xiuer said that I am just a scholar, a scholar who dares to experiment. 
 Nine trials of Poseidon, nine trials of Rakshasa, Shura and Raksha, who is the master? 
 Wuhun: Wanxiang (looting by copying) 
 Wuhun: Heavenly Court (stored in Fusion) 
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 Say it beforehand: 
 The back of the game is biased towards the dark, the male protagonist is the villain, opposed to Tang San, and is a mode of vying for development with Tang San 
 The hero is not invincible, he is just shameless. 
 This work has a large span and may also include Douluo 2.3
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 My uncle said that my fate was a good stuff for dealing with the dead. It would even be a waste if I did not use it. Unexpectedly, as his ominous words, I had a tough marriage with a dead. This male ghost was despicable and shameless in every respect, who not only threatened and coerced me, but also promised faithfully: “when I was alive, the women who admired me was as much as the carps crossing the river. Are you sure you don’t marry me? This is your last chance.” Of course I shook my head resolutely, but what he did to me next was something I never expected…
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