Daily life of a cultivation judge - Chapter 906 Transcendent walker

What would you do if you reincarnated into a doomed novel?Would you rely on a system to get stronger?Steal the protagonist’s opportunities?Kill your future enemies before they even rise?I had none of those options. I only read the free chapters.No cheats. No system. No future knowledge.But that doesn’t mean I’ll wait for death.If the world won’t give me a way to win—I’ll just carve one with my own hands.* * * * *Note: R18 isn't for detailed sexual content, but for dark theme, gore and all.

“There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.” — Dante AlighieriThis is a quote that dictates my life perfectly. Ever since I was a young boy, I enjoyed playing games, so much so that I carried that passion even into my sophomore years, all the way to my death.My story in life isn't all that tragic compared to the more unfortunate out there. I am your typical game creator. I made indie games and visual novels for a living.Naturally, being out of passion and an unknown solo developer, I tried my best to get my work out there, working additional jobs, doing side hustles, both online and locally, all just to survive, and all just to sponsor my work.However, in a world where competition is vast in the game industry, everything I make only ends up at the bottom rank. Because of this, I never gave up, but as I went into my thirties, this passion of mine separated me from my family.These days they don't even talk to me anymore. Depressed, alone, and on the verge of a mental breakdown, I lost all hope, and it didn't help that I had two months of rent due and bills that needed to be paid.But all that changed one night when I got a mysterious message that suddenly appeared on my laptop screen:“You who despair! Would you like a second chance at life? If yes click and offer up your life worth's negativity to me, if no forget this message completely!?”At that time, I clicked Yes by accident.But as the message said, I died due to a heart attack and reincarnated into the World of Purgatory. This was the greatest mistake of my life, as it changed it forever. However in this world I came with the power called the Administrator — a power I gained as a newborn Negative Spirit.With this power I exist as an Entity of Dreams, but even without a physical body, I was determined to make my wish come true: to be a game creator. But unlike other devs, my dreams are different. I can create scenarios in the dreams of men, forcing them to play my game. If they win, they walk out of here as an Awakened Spirit Warrior; however, if I win, the abilities they would have gained in my trials go to me. In this game of mine, anything could be wagered. In reality I have nothing to lose as the Administrator. But to the players, what they wager could be a matter of life or death.

Waking up inside the ruins of an orphanage, Alexander finds himself chained and sold to slavery.

A modern metallurgist, trapped in ancient times, watch as he tries to play with the cards fate dealt him.

He will make plate armor, invent paper, build roads, teach governance and many more, as he tries to carve a place for himself.

But how can such things not attract jealous eyes?

The naval superpower- Cantagena,

The unstoppable army of- Exolas,

The superpower of the east- Adhania,

The mercantile confederation- Sybarsis,

The religious fanatics- Iyizarid,

And the ever-present- Barbarians of the Barren Forrest,

All want something from each other.

In this ocean of sharks, follow a small carp as it struggles to leap through the dragon gate and establish a dynasty to outlast them all.

This is the tale of an earthling, who transmigrated as a dying third-rate god but somehow rose through the ranks, gaining followers and eventually causing the Fourth Great Apocalypse.