Yotsuya Seina was a sorcerer without offensive capabilities, born with a spell called "Dream View".

As the name suggests, he can foresee the future while he is dreaming.

He dreamt that the world he lived in was just a comic book, and the future of the sorcery world was in utter chaos, but he couldn't say anything about it.

Because if he were to speak of the future, he would surely face retribution.

At best, it's an accident; at worst, it's fatal. And people won't believe it; they'll think he's crazy.

Over time, he learned to "respect" and "bless".

Until one day, those chosen by fate suddenly became able to hear his innermost thoughts...

Mine clearance:

1. This story features two male protagonists, with Xia Youjie as the main couple.

2. Sweet romance, no angst, no career-driven storyline, mainly focusing on daily life.

3. Overall purpose: To rewrite the original story ending (I really can't stand Su Nuo Chuan anymore!).

[Special Warning] This story does not feature the Wu Xia/Xia Wu pairing! Wu Xia Wu shippers, proceed with caution!

I've always wanted to write a sweet story about a cursed return, so I'm just digging a small hole for it.

[Slow-paced and refreshing novel] + [Harry Potter] + [One Person] + [Marvel] + [Saint Seiya] + [Decisive Killing] + [Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts] If you are not a saint, please be careful when entering the pit.

—Earth-1218

"Voldemort's Killing Curse struck the baby but crushed himself.

On a rainy night in Godric's Hollow in 1981, a golden light tore through time and space - inside the body of 11-month-old Harry Potter, the explorer Liu Xingyuan from another world opened his eyes.

The lightning scar on his forehead vanished, and a scepter mark with a giant snake entwined appeared between his eyebrows! —The last descendant of the Ophiuchus Saint had awakened here.

The authority of life sews up wounds, the authority of death dissects souls, and combined with the authority of time and space, it will become a lancet reaching out to the gods.

While the Ministry of Magic was still debating whether the "Boy Who Lived" should be under surveillance, he had already put away his wand, the tip of which was wrapped with the phantom of the Ouroboros, and burned his microcosm to crush the attacking Dementors.

The wizards at Hogwarts called him "the glory of Slytherin", but they did not know his true pursuit - to use magic and microcosm to perform a "surgery to dismember the gods" in the cracks of the multiverse.

"Voldemort? It's just a slice experiment of my dissecting the gods."

From the roar deep in the forbidden forest to the shattering of the Infinity Stones, when the Olympian gods finally noticed him, on the operating table, the blade of the descendant of Asclepius was already against the core of the gods: "Now, it is time to dissect your 'immortality'."