I Am a Corpse Collector In the World of Cultivating Immortals - Chapter 273: Fairy King Patriarch

Time travel to become a false widow, with a little bun beside her.

The parents-in-law were unkind, and the sister-in-law was tricky, so they jointly poisoned her to death.

Dong Yue was reborn. Faced with such a tragic situation, she was too lazy to entangle with these beasts and wanted to take Baozi away.

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The general knelt down to intercede for the guilty minister: “He was framed.”

Everyone sighed: the general is kind.

Dong Yuezhi: He was the one who framed him.

The general ran to imprison the prince: “The prince will not do anything rebellious.”

Everyone sighed: The general is upright.

Dong Yuezhi: Running around is true, just to let the prince be convicted of the crime.

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He is the only one who is sincere to her.

“Yueyue, I’m stupid, I can’t say good things, I will protect you for the rest of my life.”

“Stupid mouth?” With a simple and honest face, his mouth turned up and down, making people never turn over, “General, stop pretending!”

He restrained his simple and honest expression, and his eyes were deep and burning: “You are the person I love the most!”

[He has killed countless enemies and achieved countless battles, until he met her, and her every move touched his heart]

[She is versatile, there is nothing she can’t solve, but this man has become a candy that can’t be shaken off]

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Theme: World Creation, Gods, Mixed

Matthias died and became something that he least expected.

”I.. Am God?“

Join Matthias as he travel through galaxies and create all things.

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What would you do if you suddenly gained a power that no mortal man could hope to achieve?

What would you do if all creation suddenly bowed to your power and glory that only lofty Emperors could have?

Heaven and Hell submits to your power, The Immortal Realm fears your existence, The Mortal realm bows before your presence.

Would you like for all the realms to bow and praise even your shadow? All gods to bow before you? The Earthly Kings and Heavenly Rulers to sonorously chant your glorious name?

Or would you like to live the life of mortal men that are doomed to die? Understand poverty and loftiness? Powerfulness and powerlessness? Comprehend knowledge that arrogant gods wouldn't be able to?

Or would you like both?

Join him as he tries to live a life of a True God, Ruler of Creation.

”Are gods the greatest existence in all of the cosmos? No. Why? Gods are only worshipped by mortals who couldn't reach their power. Gods will be powerless in front of true power. They would be powerless in front of me.“

The chief female forensic investigator, Ran Yan was secretly killed by her assistant. Unexpectedly, she was reborn in the years of the Tang dynasty. After experiencing a narrow escape, she fled from Jiangnan to Chang’an. Although, Chang’an was at the beginning of its flourishing period under the Li family’s Tang dynasty, various princes were vying for the throne by using all kinds of strategies. This was the dark days of the imperial court, where one needed to walk on a tightrope as one’s life was as powerless as an ant. The Xiao family controlled a large amount of wealth so inevitably they also became involved in the conflicts.

After arriving in Chang’an, she discovered many suspicious incidents: the original owner had unexplainable amnesia but his family was indifferent. She once again saw the orchid shaped clay inkstone, a valuable object that her mother has given her in modern times. Hence, could it be that she can time travel back? In order to survive in the Tang dynasty, she displayed her strong spirit and willpower by learning medicine from a doctor, pretended that she benefited from being sick on how to cure diseases, suffered hardship in earning money, manufactured penicillin, cured syphilis, and used her autopsy skill and experience to solve each and every murder mysteries.

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Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.

Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.

“What? What are you talking about?”

This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.

The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.

“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”

“Nano Mashin?”

The boy’s face hardened.

Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.

The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.

“Um, are you really Mashin?”

The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.