System's POV - Chapter 941: He Acts Tough, But He’s Only A Third-Rate Villain

What would you do if you could restart your life?

Demons are rampant, and monks regard strangeness as the way of heaven.

If a mortal wants to practice cultivation, he must dig out his eyes, cut off his limbs, and cut off the root of wisdom…

Ren Qing, who came through the journey, found that by virtue of his supernatural powers, he could be exempted from the cost of cultivation.

[No-eye method]: Through swallowing the eyes, one hundred and six immortal eyes grow all over the body.

【Poison Bone Technique】: Soak your own bones in poisonous water for thirty-six days, then re-implant them in your body, and train them to the point where no grass grows.

[Sutra of the Dead]: Seal Laogong, Yongquan, Shenmen, and Yintang points with rivets, and bury them in the ground for three years.

ps: There have been millions of finished novels “The Fifteen Years of Liaoning Zhai Fighting Iron”, welcome to follow up.

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This red dragon came from the vast wilderness, coveting all the powers of the world. He has held countless titles: Mountain Fury, Purgatorial Calamity, Red Emperor, Ember Dragon…The world trembles under the shadow of the great dragon. He ignited the surge of the magical industrial revolution. In the empire he established, wyverns roar, cannon fire resounds, steel behemoths appear in the sky and on the earth, and disasters from other worlds run rampant.“Submit, or die.”Cassius spread his sky-shading wings, looking down upon the trembling humans, elves, and dwarves beneath him, and spoke thus.………A story of a red dragon with a built-in player template conquering, ruling, and transforming another world.(Pseudo D&D, Fourth Catastrophe, Red Dragon, translation )

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.