I Can’t Be Sword God - Chapter 541

A young Japanese man inherits his parents' grape farm after they impulsively bought it during retirement but couldn't handle its physical demands. Though initially reluctant, he finds success farming for three years until market oversaturation causes prices to plummet. While playing a new video game called “Immortal Order: Origin” about historical secrets, he is mysteriously transported to 16th century North America, where he encounters starving English colonists from the lost Roanoke Colony. His grape farm has been transported with him, complete with modern equipment and a secret gift called 'Immortal'.

(Female disguised as a man) Accidentally transmigrating into Long Aotian’s male novels is not scary, what is scary is transmigrating into a villainous little boss who will be tortured and killed by the male lead! ! Jiang Ru decided to cling to the male lead and change his fate. However, the hero is too sick and delicate, what should she do if she still feels that she can’t survive? ! Of course, thirty-six strategies are the best way to escape! Jiang Rudong hid in Tibet, fearing that the male protagonist would take him back and execute him Ling Chi, but on the way he heard that this sick and delicate king had a white moonlight who loved him to death… Hey, wait! Why is this Bai Yueguang… the same name as her? ! ! ! One day later, Jiang Ru realized that those who came out to mess around… always had to pay off their debts with their own bodies.

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I, Daddy, Paladin,

The first under the stars to bring a baby to PK strong!

If you don’t accept it, come to fight!

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.