Chrome Shelled Regios - Volume 18, Chapter 1 — The One Striving Forward, The One Muddling Blindly Forward, The One…

Qi Tian was determined to design the most advanced aircraft engine but accidentally lost his life while saving others. He then transmigrated to the National Master Manor in the Cultivation World and became a disciple of the National Master, with an extra engine appearing inside him.Whether it's enemies or spirit stones and elixir, they all can serve as fuel for his engine. With the engine roaring, his cultivation journey is as unstoppable as a flying plane.As a National Master, he assists in setting up emperors and selecting heirs. The nation thrives, and the people live in peace.As a cultivator, he sweeps away all kinds of spirits and demons. Emperors bow their heads, and warlords make way.What did you say? A monk wants to bring three great demon cultivators through here? Can you tell them that my engine needs an upgrade?[This book is written in a refreshing style, making reading easy and relaxing. Your support is greatly appreciated.]

Having transmigrated to a new world and becoming an ordinary Blacksmith in a Blacksmith Shop, Ye Feng shortly has the Master Blacksmith System activated.

Kellen Woods grew up never knowing a normal world. By the time he could walk, his mother and father had already sealed several serious gates that threatened the safety of his hometown. By the time his sister was born, they were famous worldwide.So the world held their breath for when Kellen and his sister came of age, waiting to see what kind of power they would awaken.His sister was just like his mom, same power, same class, while Kellen, woke up one day to find out what it meant to be special in a family the world watched. But in the worst way.Awakening weaker then your powerful parents wasn’t unheard of, but when your younger sister awakened at the same class as your parent, anyone would feel inferior. And Kellen, never one to ask for hand outs, left the comfort and safety of his hometown to become better than the weak brat everyone thought he was.Kellen went to the front lines, to where the gates normally broke out. From there, Kellen worked hard, and then worked some more until no one could doubt that he was good at his job. He got so good that even with his lower class, people would still hire him to help. But Kellen never took it to heart. He had learned a valuable lesson on the front lines. Classification only meant shit if you walked back out of the gate. Otherwise, shut your mouth and listen to those with more experience. They determined who made it out alive or not.But Kellen was tired now. He had gotten everything out of his system, and the fast paced life on the front lines didn’t suit him anymore. Now, he wanted to go home, buy a house, maybe find a nice man to settle down with, and live a normal life.All the while, the yellow eyes he’d met on the front lines haunted him, no matter how much he tried to forget about them.Especially since the Esper they were attached to refused to let him go.

As soon as Qin Yao opened her eyes, she was transported into the body of an ancient peasant woman from the end of the world.

There are four stepsons at home waiting to be fed.

A bastard who has nothing but good looks is jumping up and down.

The family lives in a thatched hut with not even a grain of rice in the jar. The whole family is as skinny as refugees.

Forget it, there are still people coming to ask for debts!

Qin Yao was angry from the bottom of her heart and kicked her bastard husband out, “Brother who wants to pay debts, please just beat him to death!”

Four stepsons:! ! !

The world is clean, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves and makes a fortune.

She is great at hunting, carrying bags, and killing horse thieves.

It is this kind of land, facing the loess and turning its back to the sky. Even the top strong men who have been struggling in the apocalypse wave their hands repeatedly: I can’t stand it! I really can’t stand it!

Qin Yao scratched his head: In ancient times when agricultural taxes were extremely high, how could we stop farming?

At this time, the lazy husband who was sent to die (twisted and crawled) (struggled to stand up) (screamed and roared): Wife! I think I can still save a little more!

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