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After Becoming A Mortal I Made Both Heros And Villains Eat Grass

Jidenna stared at the harem villain's unconscious body under his feet and the 13 knocked out beauties scattered around him. He looked at the sky and sighed, "Can't I have a break" **** After being betrayed and killed by the one closest to him Jidenna, an ancient god woke up in a rental apartment with no memory of who he was. His only clue was the acceptance letter on his laptop to a university across the continent and the insight that accompanied him: he could know the use of an object with a touch. But before he could fully adjust to his new reality he was poisoned. Dragging himself from the gate of hades he went on a spree of revenge and afterwards set off to another land for schooling. Thinking to himself that the action was over but he began to notice strange things ever since he entered Pǔshì University His roommate wanted to siphon his luck. His seatmate was a trouble magnet and a harbinger of disaster. The random elderly man wanted to steal his girl and make her his 108th concubine. As if that wasn't enough action already the world ended gods and monsters tore open the sky bringing forth a new era of chaos. Bursting with anger, Jidenna rubbed them all in the sand and stuffed grass in their mouths. ——— Contact me on Instagram @Daoist_Starweaver

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Panda Eyed Song Jia

Song Jia blinked her panda eyes.

Even that blink looked like it took half the energy inside her to do that.

When she closed her eyes, she struggled to open them, but her eyelids seemed to fight against the very idea of opening up.

So she gave up.

Her head tilted to the side, and Jidenna knew what would come next—sleep.

He nudged her awake because if he didn't, he would be the one to suffer, especially when she began pestering him later for an after-class summary.

The door of the lecture hall opened, and a man in his late 30s in neat professional wear walked inside.

His shirt had all the buttons buttoned up to the end, leaving none open, his hair perfectly slicked back. That man is the lecturer of **Epidemiology Class**.

His dressing was simply so memorable it stood out from the rest.