Commerce Emperor - Chapter Twenty-Two: The Perfect Prince

Alex used to be a person with an incomplete soul and died at the age of 20 without being able to cultivate.

Mysteriously, he once again woke up in a different world, in the body of a young man with the same name, facial features, and even soul.

Yes, the other half of Alex's soul was actually born as this young man but since this young man's soul was also incomplete, just like Alex, he also couldn't practice martial arts.

After both incomplete souls fused together, a System suddenly appeared and Alex could feel a kind of connection with this system as if he himself was the creator of this system.

The System grants him the ability to see everyone's attributes and duplicate them.

Follow Alex's journey to the peak of martial arts as he'll overturn both heaven and earth and will even try to Replicate the Heavens.

Yu Holea was a genius ghost exorcist. Cursed for being a loner she embraced the path of exorcism. At the age of 26, she died.Opening her eyes she realized that she has transmigrated to a character who has the same name as her. Yu Holea was the newly found young miss of the Yu Family. Though everyone disliked her since for them Yu Mei is the true young miss. Everyone looks down on her even her biological brothers.Her Eldest Brother, “Don't even try to get close to me. I hate gold diggers like you. Yu Mei come I will bring you to shopping.”Her Gentle Second Brother,“ The door to get out of here is on the left. Remember not to bully Yu Mei”Her Third Brother, “Uh, don't let me see your disgusting face. Let me see my cute Yu Mei's Face”However, Yu Holea ignored them. She was used to all of this.She focused on her career and earning money instead of love.She was penniless? Huh, she has a long queue of bigshots begging to give her money. Her business empire expands from City S to Capital.She was untalented? She can even summon thunders!!At a high-end party, one of the relatives of the Yu Family saw Yu Holea surrounded by the bigshot of different fields and was shocked to the core.Just as everyone was confused her three brothers arrived and started pampering her.“Lea'er do you want to eat strawberry cake? Call me Big Brother I will feed you the cake.”“Lea them, here drink this juice, by the way, why don't you call me Second Brother?”“Little Sister don't listen to them I will protect you from everyone, you just have to call me Third brother.”A certain Handsome, Ceo of a top 10 company, “Lea Baby, when are you going to say yes to my proposal?”Yu Holea: Why is everyone looking at her with a doting glance?Follow Yu Holea in her adventure filled with thriller, suspense, and pampering.

On a sunny afternoon, Kyle finally received the long-awaited acceptance letter to Hogwarts, the prestigious thousand-year-old wizarding school.At Hogwarts, Kyle led a fulfilling life. Besides attending classes, he spent his free time cultivating magical vegetables, tending to enchanting flowers, or venturing into the dark, forgotten chambers of the castle to provide emotional support to a small creature abandoned for centuries.Dumbledore: “Kyle is a courageous, kind, and sincere young wizard.”Professor McGonagall: “The Headmaster is absolutely right. Kyle never breaks the school rules.”Snape: “Ah, yes… indeed...”Professor Quirrell had thought the same—until one day, he opened a trapdoor and stumbled into a room full of Chomping Cabbages.

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.They were both the creators and the enders of stories.Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.“Step over my corpse and go on,” he said.