Mercenary God: Reborn with a talent for fighting. - Chapter 29: Ch Epilogue of the Prelude pt 2

Enter the Immortal Sect, cultivate the Immortal Dao.Others practice diligently and arduously, but Li Yunjing masters everything in one go, his comprehension defying the heavens.Understand the thunder magic, embark on the path of immortality.Practice the thunder magic, and take on the heavenly calamity.

[Ding!][Ultimate Tycoon's Perfect Life System Activated][Spent $100,000 in an hour. 10x reward unlocked. Earned $1,000,000][Make the Villain beg for your mercy. Get premium limited edition super car][Destroy the hero who tried kill you. Get a villa worth of $500,000,000][Become the ultimate tycoon]James was an orphan has never had any luck in life, but that changed when reincarnated in his favourite novel, and got the best gift a reader could have get.“Do you want a perfect life?”The moment he accepted he transmigrated in his favourite novel and woke as poor character who got off-screened by the author.But the story he knew isn't the same anymore, the characters have their own free will, villain's may become hero's, hero's may become villain's. Constantly trying the damage the original plot he knew.But as a veteran reader how could he lose?No matter what happens he will protect his waifus, he will thrive, he will rise. he will become the “Ultimate Tycoon”

Losing his parent early on, he had to survive in a world he couldn´t even see… Blind and left alone, he was seen as a parasite by the social hierarchy of the new ages filled with martial arts and soulbonds

We were a peaceful people living in harmony with nature in the vast lands of Lyréanor, but this peace was short-lived when our people were defeated by the dark elves, an ancient people even older than this world. It is said that they arrived in Lyréanor by boat and since their arrival, chaos has been unleashed. Proud of their obscure power, derived from dark rituals, they have raised gigantic armies of monsters whose name is synonymous with terror: ‘Obscurus’.They went on the rampage, and everywhere they went the grass didn't grow back, life died and disintegrated. Seven, there were seven. The seven dark elves known as the Lords of the Apocalypse. A single gesture from them was enough to strike us all down, a single gesture from one of them was enough to decimate us in blood and terror.And as I, Foster, contemplate the macabre scene before me, the bloodied and deformed bodies of my fellow elfes beings, and as death grips my soul, a strange sign appeared before me.[Ding... Activation of the world tree system]