Permanent Martial Arts - Chapter 3 - Wild Bovine's Might

Su Jie, capable of traveling between Blue Star and the Cultivation World, discovered that cultivation was just too difficult.Spirit Pills, Magic Artifacts, Pocket Worlds, and inherent comprehension—each was a mountain on the long road to immortality.Not until Su Jie found out that Demon Cultivators refined corpses by killing, extracted souls to cultivate fiends, and used fear as sustenance for their cultivation.Need souls to consecrate a Soul Summoning Banner? Get to know the pig farms that slaughter millions of pigs a year.Need human fear to cultivate fierce ghosts? Stock up on ghost houses, horror films, and horror games…Need fresh blood for Demon Techniques? Across the ocean, America is the world’s largest grey market blood transfusion station………Years later.“You devil, how many people have you killed? And you still have the face to call yourself a good person? Pah, today I shall act on behalf of heaven to mete out justice.”The Tianyuan World’s most beautiful person’s eyebrows were furrowed with rage, as she stared at the terrifying Devil before her, enveloped in wronged souls, with thousands of ghosts parading on his Soul Banner, seated in a palace made of bones, she posed her soulful question.The Devil slowly stood up and pulled out a business card that read “Hua Country’s Philanthropist of the Year / Founder of the World’s Largest Chain of Ghost Houses / Owner of Blue Star’s Largest Livestock Slaughter Business / Emerging Tycoon of the Entertainment Industry.”“You see, I’m really not a devil, okay? Nowadays, who still uses such a lowly method as killing people to cultivate as a devil!”

[Requirement for aspect awakening has been met.][You have acquired a new aspect.][Aspect (King of territory): A legion of soldiers under your command, do as you wish with them.]...Alex lived a terrible life as a beggar, spending most of his time wandering the streets and begging for money.But after his death, rather than passing on to the afterlife like he expected, he was reincarnated into another world as the third prince of the Astrodial family, Sylus von Astrodial.Marked by the stars, Sylus soon found that he was the main light of the family; he alone had awakened the rare star everyone was dying to have.[The star of Catalyst.]Because of this, everyone loved and cherished him, giving him the nickname Child Prodigy of the Astrodial family.With his intellect and knowledge of the former world, Sylus continued to prove himself as a true heir of the throne.Building and governing his territory to be the best while also reinforcing his position to take the throne.Greedy nobles, self centered siblings and crazy cult, Sylus doesn't mind.“This time, I’ll do everything right.”Everything was working out for him.Little did he know that blessings also come with a curse and a slight drawback.[You have received the title Fated Prince.][Your fate has been maxed out.]

Alice is a 28-year-old software developer. She makes money, donates to charities, and even gives food to the homeless.But, in truth, she could not be sadder.She has no friends and she and her family have been estranged ever since she came out of the closet to them. She tries to distract herself from her problems, right up until she suddenly dies.It is not the end, though. Alice is asked to make 3 wishes, 3 things she'd wish for if she were to be reborn.Alice wishes for as many lovers as possible, a role in the world that means something, and a family that embraces her.Just like that, Alice awakens in another world as Melisa Blackflame, the firstborn daughter of a family of succubi. She decides to try to live life to its fullest here, vowing that, above all else, she will live a meaningful life and, finally, FINALLY, find love!What she doesn't know, however, is that she's about to find more of that than she can handle.

Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.