Constructing-Style Wizard - Chapter 658 - : 211. The Art of Flipping the Table

Once all people received Souls and incredible powers. Some were lucky enough to obtain the Soul of an ancient and powerful creature, but fate was not favorable to all.

The world began to change, and creatures evolved. But, it was not the beginning of a new era. It was the end. A couple of months later, a dark mist appeared and destroyed the world. It was a dictate of destiny from which no one could escape.

Wain Norheim was the world's best assassin and the only one who didn't get a soul. However, he was destined to gain the power to confront fate.

Escaping through a portal into another world, he unknowingly began the apocalypse. Even the world failed to expel him.

Sam Sanderson is envied by many for his job, however he himself didn't seem to like it much.

Due to his expertise in nanotechnology he was tasked with monitoring the state the Valkyries, humanity's strongest weapons who all just happen to be made into gorgeous females.

Forbidden from even touching any of them, Sam spends his days in agony watching flowers he couldn't hope to touch. However one day all of that seemed to change.

“I wish to transcend even you, God. To reach a place even you couldn't reach!”“So let me take your place.”Growing up in poverty, Vergil never expected his life to amount to anything.After his organs are harvested and his life ends in silence, he is offered an impossible second chance by a deity known as Weaver.Granted a powerful Authority and reborn into a world where strength rules, Vergil knows only one thing: move forward with strength.What Weaver does not tell him is that his Authority carries a side effect. One that will shape not only his fate, but the heavens themselves.“Wait for me everyone. I'll devour everything and meet you there.”Warning: This novel contains excessive violence, torture and suicide.Extra tags #Conquer #Gods #InfinitePotential

Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator who defied the heavens, and surpassed all limits.

Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I’m stuck here. Arrogant young masters? Heavenly tribulations? Cultivating for days on end, then getting into life or death battles?

Yeah, no thanks. I’m getting out of here.

In which a transmigrator decides that the only winning move is not to play.