MTL - I Don’t Have a Soul Skill, I’ll Cut Down the Douluo - Chapter 94

Seol Woon-hwi, the Blood Heaven’s Righteous Blade, rose to power, becoming second to none under the heavens, reigning just beneath the sky itself.Yet, at the height of absolute power, he finds himself returned to his past—back to his days as the scorned illegitimate child of the Everlasting Snow Palace.

Kana was just an ordinary, introverted girl—quiet, withdrawn, and bullied for her “unusual” sexual preferences. Rejected by those around her, she took refuge in online games, hoping to find acceptance in a world where names and faces didn’t matter.But even there, judgment found her.When her party discovered her secret, the harassment returned—only now, it followed her into the one place she thought was safe.Broken and exhausted, Kana decides to quit the game… and give up on life entirely.Just as she’s about to end everything, a strange message flashes on her screen:“Would you like to live the life you’ve always dreamed of?”It sounds like a scam. But with nothing left to lose, Kana accepts.Moments later, she awakens in a body she doesn’t recognize, in a world she’s never seen—A place of magic, adventure, and powerful women drawn to her for reasons she can’t yet understand.More than anything, this is a world that offers Kana what she thought she’d lost forever:A second chance in a world with people that accept her for who she is.___A lot of yuri.

Because he was too afraid of death, he put all his points into health value.Transmigrating into a cultivation game, Fan Wubing ended up with the most useless physique,【Heavenly Disabled Body】: Every five years, suffers damage equal to 99.99% of maximum health. Because it has no positive effects, players call it the planner's sadistic humor.Having just died once, Fan Wubing didn't want to die a second time like that, so he began frantically collecting anything related to healing items, putting all points into health value, and swore to turn his red Blood Bar black!

Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, fading,I held on without surrender.Through each repeated day, running toward tomorrow’s light,I became a knight, resolute and bright.