Eldritch Creature's Guide - Chapter 187 Battle Of Selangrad (7)

I possessed the weakest character in my favorite game’s Hell Mode. I want to survive, but the way the main character is being controlled is atrocious.

It can’t be helped.

I have to stop the bad ending myself.

The next day.“I’ve stressed this time and again—I’m responsible for making the ethos of the cultivation world off-kilter! History is written by the victors, and I’ve triumphed!” Sword Immortal Lu Yang expressed his ire during a press interview.—Brought to you by The Cultivation Times.(Translated by Rakumon)It is the first day of the twelfth month of the year—a suitable day for the launch of this novel (I hope… :3) I am Rakumon, the translator of Who Let Him Cultivate?! This novel is known for its refreshing humor and imaginative ideas in the Chinese community. If you like a witty protagonist, interesting side characters, a mystery plot in the background, and plenty of comedy, do read on and be a part of Lu Yang’s journey! I have previously worked on Consort of a Thousand Faces and Transmigration: Of Mysteries And Songs on Volare. It will be my first time translating a novel from this genre, and it definitely doesn’t help that this novel is heavy with jokes, puns, wordplay, memes, poems, cultural references—you name it. Nonetheless, I will try my best to bring them across to all of you, and please also feel free to share your comments!

Paju, the city of hope, peace and madness.And the tale of a mage trapped in a bizarre world.“In his house at R’lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.”

My mother was in the late stages of cancer, and her greatest wish before she died was to see Theodore Grant and me get married.After I begged and pleaded, Theodore Grant agreed to have a wedding with me, so that my mother could pass away in peace.But on the wedding day, the groom was nowhere to be found. I called him over and over again, but no one answered...I became the laughingstock of the wedding, and my mother, in her anger, coughed up a mouthful of blood, leaving me with regret.I was busy with my mother's funeral arrangements, with no time to investigate where he had gone.It wasn't until the next day that a friend sent me a screenshot of a social media post.My husband was holding another woman in his arms, his face full of doting affection...