Above Your Head - Vol 2. Chapter 112: The Salvation of God (49)

Transmigrated to the Cultivation World.

Initially, I thought I would have to fight those fierce cultivators to the death, struggling for the slim chance of obtaining immortality.

Unexpectedly, I came equipped with an endless-lifespan panel.

What should I do now that I've suddenly become ageless?

“Countless living beings fight each other to the death in order to become immortal.”

“That's because their lifespans are limited, if they don't fight, they'll die!”

“But I'm different.”

“If I go and fight, that's when I'll really die.”

“As long as I can endure and slowly cultivate, one day I'll become an immortal.”

This is a story of an everlasting being who endures his way to immortality in the Cultivation World.

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Raze Cromwell was one who had suffered his entire life. A cruel upbringing that had forced his nature to turn sour. In order to survive, he did everything and anything he could, eventually giving him the name Dark Magus. A title that was only given to the very best of mages.

“Everything in this world was taken from me, So I shall take everything from the world.”

The five Supreme Magus had gathered to eliminate the great Raze, on his last legs, the Dark Magus had one more trick up his sleeve. Activating a forbidden spell, he finds himself living in another world, a world full of martial artists. A world where one could destroy mountain tops with their fist, but Magic still exits in the new world, and he’s the only one that knows about it.

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Note: Raze Cromwell is a character who briefly appears in My vampire system. (For 2 Chapters) There is no need to read My vampire system. Since this story is based on Raze before he became what he was in vampire system.

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I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.

Different Hollywood, different life, there are only wonderful works, telling a new legend.

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