HP: The Ancestors Who Transmigrated Back in Those Years

This is a story about Godric and Salazar when they were young. [They have a dragon named Adrien for a teacher] Adrien studied him for a few seconds, then let his gaze settle on the golden hair shining with magic. With a look of distaste, he said, "Reed, why can't you grow your hair long?" "How many times have I told you my name is Godric..." Godric complained. "Teacher, can't you care about anything besides my hair? Am I a tumor growing out of it?" [Their worldviews will never see eye to eye] Salazar: "I've already bought some easily digestible mouse puree for my baby. It tastes great... Want a jar?" Godric: "...Thanks, but human babies usually just need a little formula." [They unexpectedly transmigrate a thousand years into the future] "C-could I sit here?" Draco asked nervously. "Of course, as long as you promise not to suddenly grab my leg and burst into tears," Salazar said kindly. Draco: "..." [A ridiculous, crack-brained story that challenges your worldview in every chapter, with everyone wildly out of character and a plot and logic that run as loose as an untethered husky. Not recommended for reading while drinking.] Another serious story about the Four Founders: HP: The Founders Forced to Become Gods My new story, I'm Dead, Not Abandoning You, is now underway. I just remembered it today, so I'm adding the blurb everywhere Blurb: Pairing: Tyrant gong, with his big head and little head taking turns doing the thinking at random x Godly jun shou, half-dead but still energetic enough to tell dark jokes Many years ago, I didn't believe ghosts and gods really existed. So when the tyrant I had raised with my own hands pinned me to the altar halfway through the sacrificial ceremony and threatened me with an imperial edict for disaster relief unless I did it with him, I didn't fight back. Later, I died. The day after my death, I stood below the city gate tower and looked at my own corpse hanging from it. I thought sadly: What a miscalculation. Turns out ghosts really do exist in this world. If I'd known, I wouldn't have agreed to do it with him in the Hall of Ancestral Worship last time. How embarrassing, with all the ancestors watching. But when I thought about it carefully, they weren't my ancestors... Uh. W-well, I still feel a little guilty!!! Later, my butt ascended to godhood for its achievement in stopping the tyrant from wreaking havoc on the world. And since my butt was an inseparable part of me, I ascended along with it. On the day I ascended, the tyrant set fire to the palace hall and killed himself. Not a trace of his remains was left. The Vermilion Bird God asked me: Lin Chungong, what are your thoughts on this? Me: I have many thoughts, but first of all, my name really isn't Lin Chungong. I am Lin Xiuli, the God of Quehua. In my life, I never failed the late emperor's trust or disappointed the people's expectations. My only regret is that I didn't get to see the little beast I raised before I died and tell him, actually... I've fucking put up with you long enough!!! Of course, if you can promise never again to bite my belt, tear off my clothes, or gnaw on my ankles, and agree to let me kick you eighteen times, chop you into mince, then stuff you into a pot of hot oil and fry you into dog-meat sesame balls, I'm still willing to keep raising you. Reading Guide: 1. In the previous life: A crazy beagle tyrant gong x an upright, patient imperial tutor shou. Brace yourself for melodrama and heartbreak. 2. The plot and flashbacks unfold in alternating sequences throughout the story, so it takes a while to get going. 3. The story is told in first person. Some flashbacks may use third person. 4. Contains plenty of dark jokes. 1111 Check out my completed story, What Character Setting Did the Planners Give Me? [Western Fantasy], on my profile. Fellow cultivators, come take a bite Theme: Go ahead and laugh, this is a silly story with absolutely no meaning.