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transmigration

Grinding to Become the Martial Saint of the Mortal World

Jiang Ning Transmigrates at a Time of Turmoil To protect himself, he began training in martial arts using his “grinding experience” panel, quietly building his strength. Gradually, he discovered that as his cultivation techniques broke through their limits, various attributes began to manifest some even concealing the authority of divine beings. Through the martial path, he started to harness both divine authority and innate supernatural powers. [Five-Animal Fist] : From the initial grind to the perfected state constantly breaking through limits and acquiring various attributes: the five vital organs store essence and each harbors divine power. [Indestructible Body] : From the initial grind to perfection continuously shattering limits and acquiring myriad attributes, endowing him with an unbreakable golden body and immortal divine bones. [Inner Alchemy and Life Cultivation] : From the initial grind to perfection relentlessly breaks limits and gathers various attributes that allow him to remain at the pinnacle and attain immortality. One day, the Martial Saint who had kept the world subdued for eight hundred years struck at him. He slowly smiled. “Are you trying to attack a divine being?” When the very weapon once capable of slaying immortals and annihilating gods fell upon his head, he merely tilted his head slightly; not a single hair was disturbed. “My foundation has long been forged into an indestructible golden body!”
LordoftheReader · 436.3k Views

Lost World

Ethan is a man nearing forty who has squandered his life behind a screen. Since his teenage years, he has poured everything into online games, chasing digital achievements while real life quietly passed him by. Now, with reality finally weighing on him, he realizes how empty his existence has become. Despite decades of obsession, he has only one thing to show for it: the #1 account in the world’s most popular MMORPG, Lost World Online—a fully immersive virtual game operated through neural-link technology. It is an account powerful enough to guarantee fame, sponsorships, and a second chance at life. But overnight… it vanishes. No warnings… No errors… His account simply ceases to exist. Ethan spends the entire night frantically searching for answers, contacting the developers through official forums, only to be told that nothing can be done. Without the account, even streaming or professional contracts are impossible. Exhausted and hollow, he finally gives up and falls asleep, deciding to forget his regret, half hoping everything would be a dream when he wakes up. When Ethan opens his eyes, he finds himself standing before the character creation screen of Lost World Online. It feels like a dream, yet his mind is clear, his body well responsive, not even like a game. Paying little attention, he goes ahead and creates a character and initiates the game. Then, his vision is swallowed by darkness. A violent rush of wind slams into him, and when his senses return, he is standing inside a bustling town from the game. Before he can question the missing opening cutscene—something that should always play after character creation—his attention is seized by the scene around him. The town was celebrating an Annual Festival. This was a festival that only ever occurred once, a festival that marked the first day Lost World Online was launched. Realizing the impossible, Ethan hurriedly calls up his system interface—only to find that there is no options menu, no settings, no log-out button… “This cannot be real.”
ZombieMann · 1k Views

Into the Apocalypse: Saving My Favorite Villain

It is said that a child finds comfort only in their home — their Sanctuary, the only place where they feel safe, loved, and at peace. This is the case for many children, even adults. But unfortunately, It was destined that I would not be one of them. In my own home. Among my family. With the mother who gave birth to me and the siblings who came from the same womb. I have never, not even for one day, felt love or comfort there. My sisters are ashamed of me. My younger brother does not respect me. And my mother? She is the harshest of all. Since I was a child, she has not loved me, cannot stand to see me, and scolds me whenever she does. As I grew up, I became nothing but the family’s disgrace — a moving money box for my mother and my little brother. How many times have I thought about ending my life? How many times have I thought about giving up on this miserable life? People may think I am too dramatic, but — If you have not burned yourself on live coals, how can you feel their heat? No one in this world will ever understand me. But that’s all right. Because I did not give up. Not because I am strong. Not because I am holding on to life. But because of one person. Except this person was not human. Not an animal. Not even a ghost. This person is the final villain in my favorite novel. Years spent following him, reading everything that happened to him. Years spent accompanying him. His existence became my world — my only world. I love him. I adore him. Even if he is not real. Even if he is only a man of paper and ink. I am willing to do anything for him. I would die for him. And then the gods granted me my only wish... Now, I am in his world. And this time, I will save him. Yes, I will do the impossible to save him. I will kill for him and die for him. So, Cassel… This is how madly I love you. How much I am obsessed with you. I am ready to destroy myself and the whole world for you.  ... So, can you look at me?
EratoChronicles · 299k Views