Netheril’s Glory - Chapter 73: The completed Golem.

Young genius Ren Zhong, suffering from a terminal illness, chooses the human cryonics project. Upon awakening, he finds himself in a desolate wilderness, beneath a gigantic blue sun and a duo of silver-white moons. On this unfamiliar planet, relying on the resurrection to rewind time and accumulate experience, Ren Zhong is determined to become a warrior. After experiencing betrayal, being wanted, and judged, he resolves to rebel against this unjust world and establish a new world order through war.Compress infinite time into a moment; anything can happen.Rising from insignificance, walking the seams of time, reversing billions of years of enslavement.This is the story of an immortal man and his comrades breaking the shackles of fate.

A lifetime ago, Chu Xun was shackled and thrown in jail on false charges. For three whole years, he suffered extraodinary torment from his cellmates every day. Even though he had escaped death many times, he still died from his cellmates’ fists the day before he was to be released.

After death, Chu Xun transmigrated to a different world of cultivation, where cultivation was the one true path. Carrying the weight of his hatred, Chu Xun began to cultivate in hopes of becoming an Immortal Emperor, who could manipulate heaven and earth and travel through time. After painstaking cultivation of three thousand years, he succeeded. Then he sacrificed all his cultivation without hesitation and returned to the day before he was to be released.

This life, he wanted to find out the truth and the one behind his murder in last life. He would continue to cultivate and strengthen himself so that the tragedy would not repeat itself. He wanted to master his own destiny.

In this life, what people would Chu Xun encounter and what experience of love and hate would he have with them? What difficulties would he encounter and how would he overcome? The answer is the book.

Mira was just a young mortal girl living a normal life until a god ruined everything for her.

“F*ck you, GOD! Why do you keep doing this to me!!! What did I do to deserve this?!?”

Trapped in a cycle of reincarnation, Mira continues learning and improving all in hopes of taking down her oppressor.

Follow Mira as she's thrust into a Cultivation World where the impossible is possible and reality can be whatever you want it to be as long as you're strong enough.
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Disclaimer: I don't plan on adding romance early in the novel. I will probably add some later in the novel, but it won't be the main focus. If there is any romance then it will be yuri.

This novel will also primarily focus on females. Of course, there will be males in the story, but for the most part, they won't be important characters.

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”