I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God - Chapter 1268: Great Wilderness Cloud-Overturning Palm

The tale of Oliver.
An orphan boy from a Mine, in 19th century Europe, filled with Magic.

Norton Sage has always had a dream, which is to become a wealthy landlord with a large estate, allowing many people to depend on him for their livelihood, to hire a few secretaries, employ a bunch of henchmen.Relying on the 'North Star Divine Fist' cheat provided by his transmigration, he thinks it won't be a problem.It's just that luck hasn't been on his side...Attempting to become the King of Farming, he harvested nothing.Trying to become the Fishing King, he ended up empty-handed every day.Bodyguard King, Bounty King, Mercenaries King...None of them worked!So, he can only go and become the Pirate King!

[Warning: Mature Content]Chuck was a 20-year-old professional body pillow reviewer who spent his days testing anime waifu pillows for online stores. His life was pathetic, lonely, and consisted mainly of rating the softness of fictional girlfriends.Then truck-kun struck.One evening while walking home from another humiliating day of pillow fondling, Chuck got obliterated by a speeding delivery truck. Instead of meeting his maker, he woke up as a newborn in a parallel world... a very different one from the one he knew. A second chance awaited, and he looks to make good use of it.However, he runs into the impossible; Chuck finds himself thrust into a society of proud lioness princesses, fierce wolf ladies, and noble panther heiresses, daughters of warlords.In hindsight, all those years of pathetic pillow fondling had been preparing him for this moment—a world where his wildest harem dreams weren't just possible, they were inevitable.

[Warning: The title might be named this way, but we’re actually NOT on hiatus.]I’m a third-rate writer, Yu Il-Shin.So don’t think that I’m actually a god; it’s just a name.One day, I experienced the much-anticipated awakening, but my newfound skill was… kinda weird?…In the small world connected through my mobile phone where the little, weak ants were getting killed regarded me as their god?