The Undead system - Chapter 72: A subskill in a skill

Li Xuan traveled through time and had no system or plug-ins. He could only live in a small mountain village temporarily. However, one day, he was mistaken for a hidden master and he had to become his disciple.

As an upright person, Li Xuan didn’t want to lie to others and sternly refused, but the other party offered him too much, so he had to make up a set of training methods to fool him–as a result, the apprentice succeeded in practicing!

Looking at his disciple with thunderous muscles and strong blood, Li Xuan was stunned: “I made it up, how could I succeed in cultivation? What kind of monster are you?!”

At this time, Golden Finger appeared: “Your apprentice has started to practice the exercises you made up, and you have directly mastered the exercises, and your strength is a hundred times higher than those in the same realm!”

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The world was once at war with 10 alternate worlds. This was known as the Concept War and our world won 60 years ago. All of this was concealed so no normal people are aware of this fact in the current time.

After the death of his grandfather, the high-school student Sayama Mikoto is suddenly summoned by the giant corporation IAI. He learns this world is headed for destruction due to the acceleration of the Minus Concepts. To prevent this, negotiations must be undertaken with the survivors of the other parallel worlds so their 10 concepts can be released.

And so Sayama is caught up in the final battle to clean up after the Concept War which left behind so much enmity.

There’s an ancient saying in Great Ruins, ‘Don’t go outside when it’s dark.’

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.