MMORPG : Ancient WORLD - Chapter 428 Final Boss

Feng Fan, a high school senior with dreams of becoming a successful Xianxia web novelist, never imagined his life would turn into the very story he aspired to write.Summoned to another world alongside his entire class, he finds himself thrust into the White Crow Sect, a place for cultivating immortality.However, his talent for Qi Cultivation is deemed the lowest possible.Just as despair threatens to consume him, Feng Fan discovers his unique cheat ability: Mind-Reading. Armed with this secret ability, he maneuvers through schemes, outwits his enemies, charms beauties, and ascends the heavens!“Feng Fan, do you dare to steal my legacy?” Third rate-villain 1“Feng Fan, you bastard, you stole my wife! I’ll erase your clan from existence!” Third rate-villain 2“Please, improve your plans, I can see your schemes from miles away!” Feng Fan.#comedy #cultivation #yandere #tsundere #transmigration #r18 #faceslapping #haremDisclaimer: This is a COMEDY cultivation novel, the comedy is the main point.NO ntr, NO yuri

In the year 4 Before the New Calendar, just four years before the arrival of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, Lyle finds himself sitting by the roadside, gnawing on a piece of coarse black rye bread. His gaze is hollow, tinged with despair—he has been transported to the world of Overlord.The prospect of facing the devastating events to come chills him to the bone. In just a few years, the Great Tomb will unleash its might, razing nations and reshaping the world. Lyle foresees two grim paths ahead: perishing in the cataclysmic aftermath or surviving to live under the rule of the Sorcerer Kingdom.But as hopelessness threatens to consume him, a unique panel materializes before his eyes: Innate Ability: “Player”.Armed with the same advantage as the feared entities of Nazarick, Lyle resolves to carve his destiny. If they're all players in this grand game, why should he cower before them? The race against time begins as he seeks to grow stronger, navigate the treacherous world, and defy the fate that looms ever closer.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.

In the 21st century, she was the talented leader of the hidden family clan, once she crossed over, she became the number one waste?