From A Stronghold NPC To The Final BOSS - Chapter 931 - : Beautiful imagination

Traditional martial cultivation and a budding society of arcane abilities clash in modern Silver City. Are the tried and true paths better, or are flashy arts of overwhelming power the new world order?

Li Hao is dragged out of normality by a song and the death of his childhood friend. Thrown into a war between old and new, he must decide which path to walk. Little do others know that the young man with an easy smile is the textbook definition of playing a pig to eat the tiger. It’s not a matter of finding those who hurt him, but how much he’ll make them pay.

What will it be, qi or magic? But why do decisions always have to be black and white? Can’t he mix his own shade of gray? (etvo’s synopsis)

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According to legend, there is a red-colored portal somewhere in the starry sky that’s stained by blood and fire.

Be it legends or myths, darkness or light, endless legends are flowing within this ancient gate.

Overlooking the Stargate, passionate blood will illuminate the world, and darkness will eventually depart.

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After reincarnating eight times unsuccessfully due to a glitch in the netherworld, Jia Hao finally reincarnated in the world of Urban Fantasy, an eroge game that he played before. However, he realized the game was currently in the bad ending mode and he is powerless like a side character without any game system.

Skinny dude who blackmails girls? Check!

Fat Ugly Uncle who lusts after women? Check!

Blonde haired delinquent whose eyes are covered with bangs? Check!

As Jia Hao was wrecking his brain to how to change the plot, he found a mysterious pot that can take him into an ancient world, and the items he brought from the modern world transformed into heavenly treasures!

“Now, you dare to gaze at my women? My dear wives! Beat him to death!” Jia Hao ordered as he leaned back on the chair like a salted fish.

I was forced to live in captivity for the rest of my life because I happened to be aware of the fact that I was a saint. I was truly a ‘real’ saint, but that didn’t matter, because there was already a designated saint in the temple.

When I died from all the abuse I endured, I was sent back to a time before all those previous events in my life had happened. After 15 regressions, I was exhausted. I prayed, “I don’t want anything to do with this, so please just let me die,”

And at that moment when I could finally be able to die, someone said, “How about being my daughter?”

…. That monstrous duke had adopted me.