Reawakening with Limitless Mana - Chapter 19: New addition

Chi Lang transmigrated to the Middle Ages as a third-rate magician in a third-rate magic academy. His magical aptitude is zero. But he has a good roommate.

His roommate is good-looking.

His roommate is good-natured.

His roommate helped him escape from danger several times.

His roommate never complains.

Chi Lang felt like he liked his roommate a little bit, and then his roommate helped him solve his ‘single’ problem.

It wasn’t until much later that he realized that his roommate was a remarkable figure.

——He was one of the demons sealed by the magician known as the “God of Magic”… And Chi Lang became the one who unlocked the seal of the Demon Lord.

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An underachiever, a chance accident. He gained the premier Cultivation Technique, and from then on, his fate was completely changed.Cultivating superpowers, protecting the campus beauty! With overwhelming strength, he swept through all formidable enemies and made the world tremble with his military might!This is a tale of world conquest! It is also an unbeaten, fiery legend!

You know what’s great? Turning eighteen.You know what’s not so great? Opening your eyes to a room you don’t know, followed by the world's most intense headache.This is how my story started. Where it goes from here is anyone's guess.---This is a Pokemon fanfic about a girl that gets brought into the Pokemon world from Earth.---This is my first time writing a fanfic so take it easy. Helpful criticism is appreciated and I may ask for suggestions but in the end I am writing this because I want to. I'm not sure what tags and genre will encompass this story but I will update it as it evolves.

(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…