MTL - Cthulhu Gonfalon - Chapter 19

With one strike of the sword, I cut through the path of life and death, and slay all those who have betrayed!......I don't want to be the sword; I want to be the swordsman.I don't want to be a pawn; I want to become the chess player.An ordinary person who insists on living his own life in this world.Unfamiliar roads lie ahead, destination unknown.As I carry on, unconsciously, it has been a journey of trials and tribulations. Behold the new world I create.

“A sane man accepts the world. A madman reshapes it.”In a world where strength decides all things, Jiang Chen was born with the lowest possible cultivation aptitude. No one held any expectations for him.Except himself.“Talent, aptitude, luck. If such things alone defined greatness, then what value does greatness truly hold?” Jiang Chen scoffed at the notion.Others relied on gifts from heaven. He relied on his iron will, a will forged from numerous setbacks and lonely nights, a will sharper than any blade and more enduring than tempered steel.And when he finally manages to get his bloodied hands on a inheritance that reveals a brutal path of body refinement, his ambitions find wings and begin to soar.What Jiang Chen seeks is immortality.For that goal, he will walk through mountains of corpses, weave beautiful lies, and turn sacred lands into burial mounds.He is neither righteous nor demonic. Jiang Chen is only a seeker with his gaze fixed on the horizon. Whether he ascends beyond heaven itself or is scattered like ash in the wind…Only the journey will decide.------Tags:#Selfish Protagonist#No Romance#No System#Pursuit of immortality

Seven years ago, she freely and easily abandoned ￥100 and ran away, carrying her unborn son with her. Seven years later, she returned with the lady killer’s genius son, never expecting that her darling son would sell her out to MBS International. Unexpectedly, her immediate superior was the Mr. ￥100 from seven years ago!

He fell, but he did not die.At least, not in the way he expected.The world he hated spat him out into another, a place where the sky bleeds, where gods are fractured, and where names weigh heavier than lives.Here, he is someone else.Someone cursed.Someone forgotten.Yet in the ruins of memory and the echo of laughter that was never his, a strange truth coils:that death is not an ending,but a beginning far crueler.A book without pages.A family without love.A body that doesn’t belong to him,and a voice in the dark that whispers of eternity.