Strongest Mage with the Lust system - Chapter 298: We are rich[2]

Betrayed. Alone. Forced to survive the deadliest dungeon in the universe. As a Tulland dreamed of adventure. To be someone who sees every-place, goes every-where, and does every-thing. All he wanted was to go beyond the confines of his tiny island. So, when the Church denied him a class, he turned to the only other being that could grant him his wish; The System. And the System delivered. Tulland got Class, but not one he ever wished for. Awakening as a Farmer, he finds himself in the one place where he can grow away from the clutches of the Church — The Infinite; a dungeon whose end even heroes of old have never seen. Armed with what dregs of power the System deigned to give him, Tulland will have to figure out how to survive, and cultivate, the universe’s deadliest dungeon. Expect: + Progression fantasy with actual farming! + A very stubborn MC + Combat! Action! Plants!

Zhang Xiao Qiang is a nobody in this apocalyptic world with danger lurking everywhere, he is forced to wander around and learn the rules and principles to survive. Over the course of time, Zhang Xiao Qiang’s character and laziness slowly wore away from the experiences he faces. Zhang Xiao Qiang becomes more resilient, of course also gaining power whilst watching the lunatics of the apocalypse trampling on everything they could trample on. Zhang Xiao Qiang always maintained a bit of conscience in him. He never had the thoughts of being a hero, yet he doesn’t mind sharing bread from his plate. Zhang Xiao Qiang will continue to live in the cracks of the apocalyptic world until the crack can no longer hold him.

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.