Elder Cultivator - Chapter 41

A world abandoned by the gods, mystifying cosmic forces, unimaginable power for those willing to ascend, and a hero who would rather . . . go fishing???When summoned to a fantastical world and granted powers by a broken System, most freshly minted protagonists would strap on their big-boy boots and get ready for their stats to start climbing. But Fischer isn’tlike most MCs. In fact, he doesn’t want to be a hero at all.Fame? Fortune? Power? He had enough of all that in his old life. Discovering forbidden fishing techniques and petting every cute animal that comes within scritching distance? Now that’s a good time.Unfortunately for Fischer, cosmic forces rarely care for mortal feelings. He’s hounded on all sides by inept cults, conspiring nobles, and more magical misunderstandings than those of a preteen relationship. Even his dutiful pet crab is firing energy blades like an anime antagonist.So grab your fishing rod, fetch a good snack, and pet your dog for me. The catch of a lifetime awaits!

It has been about 30 years since dungeons were suddenly appeared in the modern world and Seekers, people who are adapted to dungeons, began to appear among the population.

One morning, Musou Daichi, a high school graduate and freelance worker, realizes that he has become a seeker. Seekers are people with unique abilities such as level, status, and skills.

Daichi bikes to a nearby dungeon and explores his first dungeon through trial and error. This is the story of a young man who gradually gains power while raising his level, acquiring skills, and cashing in the magical stones obtained by defeating monsters.

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The last subject of the college entrance examination, comprehensive science, suddenly became the basic knowledge of Eudemons!
Sitting behind the desk, Chen Qiyue looked blank.
hehehehehe
Looking at the contents of this test paper and the students around him who were busy writing, the corners of Chen Qiyue’s mouth twitched.
He must be dreaming.
Otherwise, the world is crazy!
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Inside the Phantom Beast Breeding House,
“Sir, which one do you want to buy?” the waitress asked weakly.
Chen Qiyue pointed to one of the phantom beast eggs, “I want it!”
“Okay, I’ll take it off for you.”
“Wait! I choose this one!”
Chen Qiyue pointed to another egg.
“Okay, do you want to change it?”
“hold on!”
Receptionist: …
half an hour later,
Chen Qiyue happily embraced the black-and-white Laqiu in his arms, and left with the blue-spotted egg.
The female receptionist suddenly turned pale, her legs became weak, she fell to the ground, and began to cry.
This person is too bad, he deliberately pointed out all these phantom beast eggs.
Chen Qiyue spread his hands, who made my golden finger have to be like this…
Heck, I’m a decent person!

- Description from novelbuddy

At nineteen, Dexter was already one of the world’s most celebrated authors. His books topped charts. Critics praised his genius. Fans devoured every word. But behind the acclaim was a lonely boy—raised without parents, love, or real friends—just stories.He published his first novel at fourteen. By seventeen, he was a literary star. But the higher he rose, the hollower it felt.Then came the writer’s block. The headaches. The blackout. And the transmigration.Dexter awoke in the body of Daylan, a disgraced young man in a crumbling, medieval world laced with steampunk tech, divine law, and political unrest. Daylan had already failed two of the three sacred Trials—rites that determine one’s magical potential. He was drowning in debt, entangled in plots to overthrow a corrupt Divine Church, and branded a lost cause.With no way back, Dexter took the final Trial—the most brutal of them all—and began a path that would earn him the whispered title: Soldier, Poet, King.But as his powers grew, one question haunted him: Did he truly die? And if so, who—or what—chose to bring him back?