I'm an Infinite Regressor, But I've Got Stories to Tell - Chapter 17

This novel features: Bloodlines, multiple races, world-hopping, cultivation, magic, contracted beasts, kingdom-building, and brutal wars.Sollivan, a young man in his early twenties, miraculously survived the complete annihilation of his family—but at a terrible cost. Bound to a wheelchair, he is unable to live a normal life like his peers. Worse still, he lost all his cultivation, becoming nothing more than a powerless mortal in a world ruled by absolute strength.But fate had other plans...By sheer chance, he acquires a mysterious black book—one that grants him the ability to travel to another world, a realm governed by entirely different laws, where power is determined by strange bloodlines and overwhelming physical might. A world ruled by a superior race that looks down on weak humans.Trapped between two worlds, Sollivan finds himself entangled in sinister plots and terrifying secrets beyond human comprehension. Yet, the cunning young man who rose from the ruins of his tragic past sees this as an opportunity to reclaim his shattered destiny. As he pursues power and vengeance, he struggles to hold onto his humanity, which both worlds seem determined to strip away, forcing him to confront the fragility of his own soul.But can he manipulate both worlds to his advantage, or will his ambition lead him to ruin? In a reality where only the strongest survive…

The interview begins:“Boss Gu, what is your view on pursuing women?”“The most important thing is loyalty and protection.”The man turned his head to look at the petite woman beside him, his deep-set eyes glowing with utmost affection.“He's obviously cunning and shameless, relentlessly dealing with both friends and in-laws, without any limits...”Shang Xixia's smile was brilliant, but her slightly twitching lips betrayed her silent complaints.“Boss Gu, why did you choose to inherit and manage the Gu Group?”“There are many ways to live life, I want to...”Gu Jingchen's lips curved slightly, exuding a calm elegance.“If I couldn't be at home all the time,”Continuing her inner complaints, Shang Xixia glanced with great grievance at the man beside her....The most beautiful love is when, after growing up, you are still my beloved childhood sweetheart.

After the judgment, the ire of God was revealed with the words: “Be cast unto eternal damnation!” And so it was that humans and jinns alike found themselves scattered across the Nine Circles of Hell, left to burn and suffer for eternity. Until after an untold number of eternities, an angelic voice called out, announcing God's decree: “One soul shall earn the chance to return to grace.” Humans and jinns found a shimmering screen appear before their eyes, tallying their sins and something called 'Fragments of Divinity'. “Cleanse away your sins,” said the voice. “Do what must be done!”Now, a human known as Wretched Nameless One—the only human found in the Ninth Circle—sets out on a journey to claim his spot in Heaven, tasked with fighting hellish monsters and devilish hell-dwellers competing to return to grace. Will he escape eternal torment and rise to grace or return to the everlasting cleansing fire once more?

Loved by the general public, loathed by critics—Duke is this kind of director. The blockbuster films he directs are known for their dazzling rapid cuts, endless explosions and fights, and 200% sensory enjoyment, always relentlessly stimulating the audience’s adrenaline.Critics dislike him.“Duke doesn't care about your soul! He's a sadist! He’s just crazily torturing your eyes and ears!”“I work as hard as I can, and I'm happy to see that, apart from the critics, the audience loves the film. So let’s just ignore the critics. I make movies for the audience to enjoy,” Duke once said.He's the kind of director who injects a dose of testosterone into every man around the world, known as a man born when a comet collided with Earth.Some love him, some hate him, but no one can ignore him...................This is a translation of the book Made in Hollywood by the Author white thirteen