Good Morning, Mister Dragon! (WN) - Chapter 2689

Dancing on the point of a knife, as a dancer in the dark, his dance steps makes the enemy tremble.

As a man who is followed by the goddess of fortune, he has been reborn with two years of experience in the game, numerous raid experience, hidden task guide and the best equipment references. The things he once lost, what he didn’t hold and those that had been taken, he is going to get them back.

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My past life: Ordinary. Mediocre.

What I want in this life: Riches. Power. Influence.

My goal: To be a prodigal son. A waste youth with riches and power. Maybe even sidekicks.

My name is Ye Lang, I’m an alchemist, and I’m also here to squander as much money as I can.

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Ethan, a young quarterback with great potential and a hidden passion for pop culture, tragically dies during an important high school game. However, his soul transmigrates into the body of Andrew, a small child adopted by Cameron and Mitchell from the show Modern Family.In this new life, in addition to pursuing his dream as a quarterback, Andrew begins sharing his passion for video games, comics, and movies online, becoming an unexpected internet celebrity.Follow Andrew’s journey as he interacts with the show’s characters while fulfilling his two greatest dreams.Author's Note:This is not just the world of Modern Family; I’m planning to involve other series as well, although I’ll decide on that as I go.Another important point is that this could be considered an AU since I will change some Modern Family dates and events, such as Mitchell and Cameron adopting a boy before Lily.The story won’t focus 100% on the MC’s journey toward sports success or internet fame. While these aspects will be present, they won’t be the emphasis in every chapter. I also want to focus on comedy and slice of life elements.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”