Quick Transmigration: Goddess Of My Imagination
Ali Avery was a successful young man adored by everyone. But things were not as they were shown to the life. Shunned and betrayed by his peers... He was hiding among happy facades. Everything changed for him on one fateful night when he awoke in a dangerous new world with a completely different body, and his guardian angel was also there to accompany him. A world where the impossible was possible while the imaginations were the reality of the dreamer. 'Am I a Goddess? I'm just a little different.' 'My imagination can become real magic, but isn't this energy point a bit too much?' Stranded in the new environment, new life, new strength, and new possibilities... How would he/she survive? --- Sequel: My Goddess is Good at Pretending
The Lake Spirit
"Fwah, fresh milk after soaking in the hot spring is bliss." Elysia wiped her mouth and put the milk bottle on the table.
"Just like I said, right? Freshly squeezed elven milk is indeed the freshest. Although it's not as good as high-quality fertilizer, it's in my top ten." Hea burped a little and rolled around the table. She felt that she had drank too much milk, and her avatar's body became heavy.
Meanwhile, Celes was already bloated with milk and looked a bit drunk.
"Fresh, freshly squeezed elven milk?" Elysia muttered in surprise.
Sylvia, Vanessa, and the girls gaped in amazement at Hea's frank statement. They looked at Ashera suspiciously, especially at those big buns that almost jumped out of the towel shackles.
"What? Why are you all looking at me like that?" Ashera felt a bit uncomfortable receiving such a stare. She subconsciously covered her breasts with her hands as if she knew that those girls were staring in that direction.