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Old Earth is a dying world. New Star closed its doors a century ago, and the powerful have already found a new path to immortality — one that has nothing to do with the ancient arts. Ethan Ward was the best cultivator in his program. They left him behind anyway. Now he's going to walk the abandoned road all the way to the end — alone, on foot, in a world that has moved on without him.

(20 Chapters More Go Check On P-Tang12!!!) Alex is an avid Skyrim player, he have played the game numerous times and roleplays all kinds through it with mods of course. But when he was trying to break the games economy with a bucket, a vendor, and a prayer, his computer electrify him to death and when he woke up, he wasnt Alex anymore, but Aerion a High Elf or an Altmer for those hardcore Skyrim roleplayer or lore lover. To his happiness, he also wasn't the Dragonborn, because while spamming shouts of FUS ROH DAH are fun, being the center of attention of literally the entire world is a pain in the ass if ist real world and not a game world. Now he found himself have a system and mods, what can these transmigrated gamer do with the powers bestowed upon him, will he break the real world like in the game or something else, found out by following his journey across the land of Tamriel.

Not my story not my translation just post it so I can read when I go somewhere with no internet thanks Xu Zifan climbed to the top circle from the slums, and eventually became a boss level figure, who knew that once he crossed, he became a male cannon fodder! However, it doesn’t matter, he still wants to be the Big Boss, and whoever doesn’t have eyes will be turned into a slag in seconds! An idol was destroyed by a reborn woman? Start a company to cherish you! The real daughter of a rich family despises the childhood sweetheart? It doesn’t matter. I’ll have more fun with the fake daughter~ A slag father gave his property to the half-brother? Give at will… How does bankruptcy feel, President? Should strive in every life to be the Big Boss!

"What's wrong with seeking power? I just want to be the strongest, and the most free!" Reborn as Bellamy, the Spring-Spring Man, a transmigrator finds himself in the chaotic world of One Piece. He has a chance to rewrite the story of this infamous pirate. Important: This is a translation. All rights belong to the original author. Original: 海贼之弹簧果实 夜小娄 _______ patreon.com/Shinobi_Scrolls

Not my story not my translation just post it so I can read when I go somewhere with no internet thanks Luo Ling, an expert in the art of disguise, was bound to a System and was eager to begin his task. As a result, before even successfully completing a mission, he got married! At a 36 degree angle, Luo Ling sorrowfully looked up into space: “Tong’er, tell me, do I still have a chance to free myself?” System: “… Your man is behind you.” Luo Ling: “!!!” The person who arrived, gathered Luo Ling in his arms, hugging him from behind as he said in a bewitchingly dangerous tone: “Based on your thoughts, it seems that I have not given you enough love. So let’s proceed in exploring ways to continue a new life.”

In 1911, the first Korean cadet enrolled at the United States Military Academy. However, he was no ordinary soul. He retained his memory from his past life as an officer in the Korean Army.

One day, Lynn transmigrates to become an illegitimate son of Marquis Duca from the Karedi Empire. His father only gives him a patch of wasteland as his coming-of-age gift, and his eldest brother even orders his followers to kill him just to ensure that the hereditary title would not fall to Lynn. How could he survive in this difficult situation? In desperation, Lynn awakens his system, which allows him to build his own territory by his own efforts. [Weed removal successful, Collection Experience +1] [Obtained linen*1] [Obtained linen seeds*1]

Friendship. Love. Betrayal. Nothing is what it seems. No one has ever really asked the question, when love and loyalty collide... who is really twisted? Some betrayals cut deeper than even love, and sometimes love isn't the antidote one truly needs to recover. So, let us all ask ourselves the question, "Is It Really Twisted?"