Cultivation Through Artifacts - Chapter 287 - Moon Temple

Upon transmigrating, she immediately faces a disastrous flood, and then has to deal with a marriage swap to an old man who is both slovenly and hunchbacked?Someone: My wife, truly majestic and dominant!PS: This story includes a space with a bit of fantasy, and there's only the heroine who is reborn through transmigration.

Shen Mo transmigrated into an outer disciple of Qingxuan Sect. Once the top among the outer disciples, he was poisoned on the eve of entering the inner sect, his foundation utterly destroyed. Now, he suddenly discovers he can see everyone’s life script and plunder their fortunes.Are you a reincarnation of a great power? About to obtain a heavenly-grade technique? Bring it on!Are you the future Flame Emperor? Refining the solar essence fire? Bring it on!Are you the Martial Ancestor’s heir? Bearing a heavenly-grade spirit weapon? Bring it on!Are you the Fox Clan’s sacred maiden? About to tame a sacred beast cub? Hmm, both you and your fortune belong to me now!

After crossing over into the game world he had played before, Su Nan finds himself as a nobleman who has lost his title. At this time, the continent is still a barren wasteland of elements; powerful wizards abandoned this world a thousand years ago to explore the multiverse, becoming little more than elusive legends.Only Su Nan knows that, a thousand years later, the elements will revive, the wizards will return, and the continent is about to enter a prosperous era of magic.So, his task is quite simple: work hard to cultivate and become a wizard, surviving until the age of wizards arrives!“Resource-poor?”“There’s nothing for it; I’ll just have to synthesize everything myself.”Su Nan opens the synthesis cube. This is the story of a traveler with a player panel and a synthesis cube, leveraging a slight advantage of foresight to make a name for himself in a foreign world.

“Hey, Yoshi-kun. I think you’re——”

Hearing that voice for the first time stopped me in my tracks. On my way home from school. On the playing field of our junior high, and at the bookshop in front of the station. And then in the empty lot where the white cat slept. Shiina Yuki, the strange girl who somehow knew all about me, always approached me like that.

We laughed, cried, got angry, held hands. Again and again, we repeated those disappearing memories and ephemeral promises. That’s why I never knew. I never knew the value of Yuki’s smiles or the meaning of her tears. Nor even the singular sentiment behind her many ‘Nice to meet you’s.

This is a captivating, heartrending tale of meetings and partings.