Dear Mr. Shi - Chapter 50 - somewhat different than imagined

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT 18+. Contains Netori, No rape. No Yuri]

In a world where power is marked by glowing runes and monsters bleed through the fabric of reality, **Ryu** is nothing—an orphan with no name, no status, and no hope. Beaten down by nobles who wield their divine-given strength like a whip, he survives on scraps and stubborn defiance.But when a black rift—an anomaly unlike any ever recorded—appears in the dead of night, Ryu faces a choice: die a beggar, or risk everything by stepping into the unknown.Inside, he finds a nightmare. Kolasis, a legendary predator, hunts him through a twisted forest. The rules here are simple: kill or be killed. To survive, Ryu must forge himself into something sharper than the claws of monsters and crueler than the nobles who cast him aside.Yet the rift has its own secrets. The same power that could make him a legend might also break him—if the monsters don’t tear him apart first.

I reincarnated and became the young sect master of a sect that dominates a region.I originally thought that with my solid backing, I will not have any worries in this life. However, sudden changes occurred and the sect declined.When the last ten disciples were forced to leave, only a deaf old man and a dog named 'Haha' remained in the sect, I suddenly discovered that the buildings in the sect could be upgraded!I'll upgrade the main hall!I'll upgrade my residence!I'll even upgrade my kitchen!A super sect is currently rising inexorably like the Sun...Welcome to my sect.I only accept disciples that are geniuses. Even super experts have to pay if they want to join.There's no free lunch in the world!

In the world of dragons and snakes, the talented but congenitally sick martial arts master was reborn as the sole heir of the 19th-century Canadian manor owner. He thought he would make money by practicing boxing, but he took advantage of the industrial revolution to become a giant of the times. The opened template.

In the end, the original owner was a hopelessly sick and consumptive ghost! I am still a bastard having an affair with a gardener…

Wait, what’s up with the claw?

James Howlett looked at the bone claws protruding from between his fingers, and became more and more worried about his future.

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