My Hermes System - Chapter 390: Unexpected Development

The ultimate power that controls everything... Time.

Rock, reincarnated in Shun Long's half-dead body when a mysterious rock merged with him, and a sudden influx of information flooded his head.

He is now cultivating in a mysterious technique that can affect time, as he adventures through the cultivation world fighting geniuses, while he reaches the pinnacle in both martial arts and alchemy.

'I'm not an ambitious person,' is something Reiner often says. He just wants to hang around with the Straw Hat crew, traveling the world while collecting the souls of the dead. From Kuro... Arlong, then to 'Old Sand' (Crocodile)... the Golden Lion (Shiki)... As he gathered more and more, the 'style' started getting progressively weirder.A demon with goat horns and a snake tail? Okay, maybe I can understand that. But a 'Chainsaw Demon'? What the heck is that? And where did you even pull this 'Sukuna' from?!When the Summit War kicks off, Sengoku and the Three Admirals stare at Reiner, who is sitting calmly upon the execution platform.'What? You're saying these incredibly strong individuals are undead beings controlled by him?!''How is that possible! Isn't he just some handyman doing chores for the Straw Hat crew?''Seriously, man... You call *this* logistics?!'Hearing this, Reiner gets annoyed: 'If doing literally every kind of job isn't called logistics, then what is!?'------(Story follows the Straw Hats' journey + original plot elements. The main character is neither overly righteous/naive nor does he turn evil/dark.)

In his past life, Ming Yu struggled in the European and United States fashion circles, eventually becoming the well deserved king of the catwalk.

All Pete wanted was to be buried in wine grapes. Was that too much to ask?Now he's in a fantasy world, far from home, and stuck underground in the body of a smelly dwarf with fantastic facial hair. The worst part though? The swill that the dwarves are falling all over themselves to drink. Its flat, it's watery, and it has the alcohol content of a rancid coconut. Can Pete save the dwarves from their own Sour fate, or will he be forever doomed to plink his pickaxe away in hopes that he hits the mother lode. Come for the cozy fantasy, stay for the beer puns that will leave you hop-ping mad! A bubbly slice of life LitRPG with love, laughter, and a little melancholy, just like drinking a bottle of Whitbier on the beach. Has some monster fights but no real gore. No elves or harems allowed.