Arcanist In Another World - Chapter 83: Letter

“Hey, wait! I'm not a god, I'm just a guy who loves trash!”Rhys loves trash. Trashy anime, trashy novels, trashy games, he can't get enough. Which was all well and good until one day, his passion for trash gets him mistaken as an actual trash god. Whisked away into another world, Rhys wakes up in a trash heap as a trash talent with trash skills and no chance of progression. Given his trashy start, it seems there's no hope for him.Or at least, there wouldn't be for a lesser man. But Rhys loves trash.There's only one path before him. Embrace the trash! Empower the trash! Dig the diamonds out from the trash! Polish the trash until it shines brighter than gold! If there's one thing Rhys is passionate about, it's trash. And even in another world, he isn't going to stop until he proves that trash shouldn't be overlooked!What to expect: Trash charactersTrash skillsTrash storyNumber go upCultivation-style systemFast-paced progression

Ethan Smith is 22 year old young guy. He was doing MBA from a a nearby college. He has always wanted to be rich, surrounded by beauties. But life never gives the way you want. While riding his motorcycle to comeback home from college, he was hit by Truck-kun and he got transmigrated.He travelled to eastern fantasy world. And he found himself in the body of a young man named Aric Lei.“I got transmigrated into the body of the young master of Lei family.”[“Ding!”][“Hello Host, the villain system is here to help you to become the ultimate villain.”][“As a beginner pack, I would give one skill for free. Tell me what skill you want?”]Ethan - “My Dear System, Give me the Mind Control Skill. ”“Granting you the absolute mind control skill. Through which you can corrupt anyone's mind”Ethan - “This time I will fuck this world. Ha ha ha ”Note: No NTR, No Yuri, Milfs, Power-packed.

Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.

Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.

“What? What are you talking about?”

This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.

The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.

“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”

“Nano Mashin?”

The boy’s face hardened.

Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.

The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.

“Um, are you really Mashin?”

The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.