God of Money - Chapter 167 - Richest of them all

Born into an abusive, unstable family and crippled from a young age, Harley grew up with pain as his only constant. Happiness was something he learned about through books—fantasy novels, forgotten histories, and imagined worlds where suffering had meaning.Then he died, and death wasn't the end of his suffering.Reincarnated into the world of the last novel he read, where humanity survives an apocalypse through supernatural “Awakened” warriors battling creatures from beyond reality, Harley should have been given a second chance at a good life.Instead, he was discarded.Thrown out of the noble household he was born into, Harley lived as a slave in the mines, a circus clown mocked for survival, all to eat.So when fate finally offered him the chance to awaken—to gain power like the others—Harley broke once again.Because after surviving a horrific trial, the power he awakened—although powerful—had a fatal condition that he could never accept....Author's note: This novel is dark, and the few chapters portrays the MC's mindset from being an ordinary man to getting chosen by the Harvest.Everything he does is for his own benefit. There would be a female lead, but you guys would hate her... I think. I personally liked the way I designed her.Anyways, see y'all at chapter 100.Additional tags: No-Harem.

The unfortunate prince, Xu Nian, took over the Profound Yellow Sect and recruited disciples from game players on Earth with the help of his system. Since then, the entire martial arts world has undergone a huge transformation.“Awesome, there's even a sense of pain!”“This is definitely cutting-edge tech! Which gaming god is behind this game?”“I thought we had complete freedom, so why can't I take off my pants?”

I was just taking a quiet late-night walk when I found… a child sleeping inside a dumpster.One thing led to another, and suddenly I became the accidental father of a kid no older than ten.The next morning, I woke up from a vivid dream. A mysterious Victorian woman whispering about “calamity, dungeons, portals, another world… yeah, good luck bro.” She said all of that in the most casually elegant Victorian tone imaginable.But the real nightmare started when a floating screen appeared in front of me, spouting nonsense about quests and objectives.The day I picked up a child in a dumpster was the day my ordinary life ended.And that was when our story truly began.

There was no light in the night, save for the sound of war drums and war cries.

The young man listened carefully, it was the sound of his heartbeat and the flow of his blood.

What lay hidden in the darkness ahead? Is it man, god or……a monster?

There was no such thing as the best road, because the journey beneath one’s feet is limitless!