Cultivator's Slice of Life: Spiritual Farming System - Chapter 1 - : This Disciple Wants to Leave the Sect!

For unknown reasons, he finds himself transported to a parallel world's Japan, unexpectedly taking over the body of a soon-to-be high school student who had died accidentally. Surprisingly, he did not inherit any memories. However, the first challenge he faces upon arriving here is a language barrier...Just as he struggles to communicate with his new family, a heavenly voice arrives: the black technology system has been activated, and the initial item—translation konjac—has been distributed.This is the story of someone with above-average intelligence but almost no physical strength in the Classroom of the Supreme Power.

Mo Han was in a tough spot. His daughter, Chen Chen, needed a lot of money, three hundred thousand, for an operation to treat her leukemia.He didn't have the cash and didn't know what to do. So, he tried to come up with some sneaky plans near a bar, hoping to raise the money that way. But things went from bad to worse when an old classmate who had rejected him in college caught him red-handed. She made fun of him and made him feel even worse.When Mo Han's wife, Luo Ning, found out about the situation, she rushed over with Zhang Hao, who had a crush on her. But instead of helping, Luo Ning shocked Mo Han by suggesting they get a divorce! And just like that, she left with Zhang Hao in a car, leaving Mo Han feeling alone and confused.After a night of heavy rain, something amazing happened to Mo Han. He unexpectedly inherited something really special from someone called Ye Lingfeng, a fallen medical expert. From that moment on, Mo Han's life took a turn. He decided to take charge of his own destiny and set out to change the world, no matter what challenges came his way.

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.

When Han Kain woke up, he and several other people were inside a mysterious hotel with different rules and different expectations.Going into each hotel room threw them into other worlds and scenarios where they must brace death at times to escape or lift the curse of the individual rooms for a chance to bring everyone that died during the process back to life.Using their blessings that were given at the time of entry, they have to weave their way through the rooms while sometimes sacrificing themselves for a higher likelihood of success.* Very little horror; more of a thriller